Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ My Sweet Prince ❯ My Sweet Prince ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Andais Jacobs 
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Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 09.13.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.0K | Visits: 2.5K | Status: Completed
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Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 09.13.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.0K | Visits: 2.5K | Status: Completed
'Please shut-up!' her mind screamed. She had gone out with friends from college that night but ended up being abandoned, just like always. The man in front of her was a little older and boring as hell. 'He finally shut-up, here's my chance.'
"I'm really sorry but I must be going now." She said and scurried away before he could say anything and walked out into the night, shivering as the night air hit her red satin cocktail dress. She got a few steps away from the bar before hearing the door open.
"Hey! Wait a minute." She turned to face him. "I didn't even get your name."
"It's Marron."
"I'm Akiro, can I take you home?"
"No thanks, I live right over there." She said pointing to the high-rise a block away. "I think I'll be fine." She started to walk again.
"But aren't you afraid." He asked following her.
"Of what." In the blink of an eye the man pulled her into an alley.
"People like me." He said and kissed her forcefully. She tried to struggle but it was no use, he was too strong. As he started to kiss down her neck, someone pulled him off her. The person slammed Akiro up against the wall, knocking him unconscious. The only thing Marron could do was run. She got out of the alley and about a meter down the street before someone grabbed her arm.
"Are you ok, girl?" a husky voice asked. She turned to see a very familiar person.
"I'm fine, Vegeta. What are you doing out prowling around?" she pulled her arm out of his grasp and started to walk.
"Saving innocent little girls from evil rapists." He said with a smirk. She turned back to him. "If you don't appreciate me saving you, I can go wake him up."
"No that's ok. He's fine where he is." She said with a scared look on her face. 'He's so damned unpredictable.' She thought. "So what are you really doing out?"
"Same thing you were. Drinking, flirting, and what not."
"You, flirting, Vegeta aren't you in your sixties?"
"Yeah but you can't tell, can you?" She looked into his face and marveled at how he still looked like he was in his thirties.
"No, I guess you can't." she shivered. "Listen, I have to go before I freeze. Thank you, Vegeta, for saving me." She said and walked away. He followed her. She stopped a few feet from her apartment building. "Do you really need to follow me?"
"I just wanted to make sure you got home all right."
"She really did change you, didn't she?" He flinched as the subject of Bulma came up. She had died three years ago in a freak explosion. His eyes hit the floor as he remembered that fateful day. She covered her mouth. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean anything by it." Her voice pulled him back into consciousness.
"No, don't worry about. Trunks said I need to talk about it more anyway." They stood in an awkward silence for a few seconds.
"Do want to come up for a cup of coffee?" she offered.
"Sure." He followed her closely as she walked into her apartment building and up to her apartment. After she unlocked her front door, she closed it, locked it, and went to make coffee. As she did, Vegeta's warm body pressed up against her back. "I was watching you in that bar. I was surrounded by women, but the one I wanted most of all didn't even realize I was there." He said kissing her neck. She turned, quickly.
"What?" she asked with a confused look on her face.
"You heard me, I've wanted you since before you were legal. You know, the way teenage boys lust after there right hands." She giggled at his comment.
"Are you serious?"
"You bet your ass I am." He said and kissed along her jaw line and down her neck. She stood in shock for a second and thought things over.
'Vegeta has just admitted he's liked me for a long time, he's kissing my neck. But wait a minute this is Vegeta! He's sixty years old.' Her thoughts were cut short by the Saiyan man in front of her preparing to rip off her dress. Vegeta placed his hands on her waist and grabbed a handful of dress on each side. Marron put her hands over his.
"I don't think so." She put her hands on the bottom hem of the dress and pulled it up her body. "Three hundred dollar cocktail dresses stay in one piece."
"Oh, too bad." He said with a chuckle. He put his hands behind her and undid her strapless bra. She moaned, loudly, as he took her left breast into his mouth. Then, he moved to the other one. While he suckled on her right breast, he moved his hands down to her waist and slipped her panties off. After realizing that she had nothing on and he was still fully clothed, she peeled his black muscle shirt off and unbuttoned his pants.
"Impatient little brat, aren't you?"
"Just used to getting my own way." She said. He leaned down to kiss her, but she moved and motion for him to follow her. She led him to the master bedroom. After she shut the door, she pushed him onto the bed and climbed up over him. She started and his neck and kissed her way down to the waistband of his jeans. After giving him a seductive glance, she pulled his pants off and closed her mouth over his member. He moaned as she swirled her tongue around his length. When she stopped, Vegeta let out a growl and flipped her over. He positioned himself at her opening and kissed her while he slid in. She gasped as she felt her walls stretch to fit him. After a few minutes of thrusts, they came together and collapsed on her bed. He pulled out and wrapped the covers around them.
"Goodnight, my darling Princess." He said. She was right, Bulma had changed him. She smiled and kissed his forehead.
"Goodnight, my sweet Prince."
The End J
"I'm really sorry but I must be going now." She said and scurried away before he could say anything and walked out into the night, shivering as the night air hit her red satin cocktail dress. She got a few steps away from the bar before hearing the door open.
"Hey! Wait a minute." She turned to face him. "I didn't even get your name."
"It's Marron."
"I'm Akiro, can I take you home?"
"No thanks, I live right over there." She said pointing to the high-rise a block away. "I think I'll be fine." She started to walk again.
"But aren't you afraid." He asked following her.
"Of what." In the blink of an eye the man pulled her into an alley.
"People like me." He said and kissed her forcefully. She tried to struggle but it was no use, he was too strong. As he started to kiss down her neck, someone pulled him off her. The person slammed Akiro up against the wall, knocking him unconscious. The only thing Marron could do was run. She got out of the alley and about a meter down the street before someone grabbed her arm.
"Are you ok, girl?" a husky voice asked. She turned to see a very familiar person.
"I'm fine, Vegeta. What are you doing out prowling around?" she pulled her arm out of his grasp and started to walk.
"Saving innocent little girls from evil rapists." He said with a smirk. She turned back to him. "If you don't appreciate me saving you, I can go wake him up."
"No that's ok. He's fine where he is." She said with a scared look on her face. 'He's so damned unpredictable.' She thought. "So what are you really doing out?"
"Same thing you were. Drinking, flirting, and what not."
"You, flirting, Vegeta aren't you in your sixties?"
"Yeah but you can't tell, can you?" She looked into his face and marveled at how he still looked like he was in his thirties.
"No, I guess you can't." she shivered. "Listen, I have to go before I freeze. Thank you, Vegeta, for saving me." She said and walked away. He followed her. She stopped a few feet from her apartment building. "Do you really need to follow me?"
"I just wanted to make sure you got home all right."
"She really did change you, didn't she?" He flinched as the subject of Bulma came up. She had died three years ago in a freak explosion. His eyes hit the floor as he remembered that fateful day. She covered her mouth. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean anything by it." Her voice pulled him back into consciousness.
"No, don't worry about. Trunks said I need to talk about it more anyway." They stood in an awkward silence for a few seconds.
"Do want to come up for a cup of coffee?" she offered.
"Sure." He followed her closely as she walked into her apartment building and up to her apartment. After she unlocked her front door, she closed it, locked it, and went to make coffee. As she did, Vegeta's warm body pressed up against her back. "I was watching you in that bar. I was surrounded by women, but the one I wanted most of all didn't even realize I was there." He said kissing her neck. She turned, quickly.
"What?" she asked with a confused look on her face.
"You heard me, I've wanted you since before you were legal. You know, the way teenage boys lust after there right hands." She giggled at his comment.
"Are you serious?"
"You bet your ass I am." He said and kissed along her jaw line and down her neck. She stood in shock for a second and thought things over.
'Vegeta has just admitted he's liked me for a long time, he's kissing my neck. But wait a minute this is Vegeta! He's sixty years old.' Her thoughts were cut short by the Saiyan man in front of her preparing to rip off her dress. Vegeta placed his hands on her waist and grabbed a handful of dress on each side. Marron put her hands over his.
"I don't think so." She put her hands on the bottom hem of the dress and pulled it up her body. "Three hundred dollar cocktail dresses stay in one piece."
"Oh, too bad." He said with a chuckle. He put his hands behind her and undid her strapless bra. She moaned, loudly, as he took her left breast into his mouth. Then, he moved to the other one. While he suckled on her right breast, he moved his hands down to her waist and slipped her panties off. After realizing that she had nothing on and he was still fully clothed, she peeled his black muscle shirt off and unbuttoned his pants.
"Impatient little brat, aren't you?"
"Just used to getting my own way." She said. He leaned down to kiss her, but she moved and motion for him to follow her. She led him to the master bedroom. After she shut the door, she pushed him onto the bed and climbed up over him. She started and his neck and kissed her way down to the waistband of his jeans. After giving him a seductive glance, she pulled his pants off and closed her mouth over his member. He moaned as she swirled her tongue around his length. When she stopped, Vegeta let out a growl and flipped her over. He positioned himself at her opening and kissed her while he slid in. She gasped as she felt her walls stretch to fit him. After a few minutes of thrusts, they came together and collapsed on her bed. He pulled out and wrapped the covers around them.
"Goodnight, my darling Princess." He said. She was right, Bulma had changed him. She smiled and kissed his forehead.
"Goodnight, my sweet Prince."
The End J