Never Before

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Warnings:

1. I don't own DBZ. (Sadly.) Otherwise I would be busy coming up with plotlines for TV that involved smut and mayhem.

2. I normally write slash. So this is het. (That's a warning because I'm not entirely sure I am as good with female parts as I am with the male ones.) HETEROSEXUAL SEX. VEGATA and BULMA having sex and getting all sweaty and dirty.

3. Yep. I think that's it. No more warnings. *sigh, sadly. *

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Bulma bit her fingernails, watched him through the window and thought that if the great idiot didn't stop soon he was going to end up killing himself and what the hell good would that be? You couldn't be a Super Saiyan if you were dead. Which is why the gravity room was powering down. Why she had sent her Mother and Father on a weekend holiday and shooed the rest of the gang away.

He stormed out. Heaving and hurt and stared at her. Burned her with his gaze. Exuded such a sense of masculine perfection that her poor little girly knees were wobbly. (Stupid fucking knees.) Naked from the waist up. Covered with wrappings where the gravity had threatened to break him. And he was still strong. Still working relentless.

"Look, Vegeta," she said, "You need to take a break. You…"

"Don't tell me what to do woman!" he snapped, "Now turn the damn room back on, I was not finished with it."

Prick. She expected him to be an ass about it. She'd been watching him for days and it didn't exactly take a genius to see that if someone didn't step in and remind him that he was mortal, he would end up as a pancake on the floor the gravity room. Saiyan or not, his body could only handle so much stress before it needed to be relieved of it. And she could tell just by how tight his muscles were that stress-relief was not a thought that crossed his mind. "No."

Stunned him right into silence. She had never seen him stunned to silence, but it was an interesting sight. Almost like he had just gotten kneed in the groin and kicked in the gut. A sort of incredulous disbelief. "No?" he demanded, then changed the tone of his voice: "Fine, I will do it myself."

And she grabbed him by the arm, "No, Vegeta. I'm not going to stand here and watch you try to kill yourself. Dammit, you can go back to training tomorrow but you need to rest tonight. Look at yourself, you're falling apart."

"Falling apart?!" he demanded, turned at stared at her like she had slapped him. Probably had wounded his excessive ego. "I am not falling apart, woman! I am the Prince of all Saiyans, I am the Great Vegeta. I do not fall apart. I am going to train, leave me alone!"

Sheesh. Baby. "No you are not. If you try I'll shut down all the power and you'll be stuck in that room until I think you're good and ready to come out." Oh. Shit. She just threatened him. Vegeta. He who kills first, kills more and then after everyone was dust decides that no questions needed to be asked.

"You wouldn't," he said, backed her up against a wall, put one of his hands against the smooth wall, looked at her, intently. So close that she could have stuck her tongue out and touched his skin. And perhaps this was the point. She had pissed him off, and it didn't take a genius to figure out that an angry Saiyan was also a horny Saiyan (which made her wonder about Goku because he never got angry. Poor Chichi. No wonder she was such a bitch all the time.) "And if I'm not training tonight, just what do you think I should do?" he asked.

There go the wobbly knees again. She wondered if throwing herself against him and sobbing 'Take me now please' was a bit dramatic. Maybe overkill. So she stared right back at him. Hands on her hips. "I don't care what you do, Vegeta, you are not going back in that room tonight!"

And the asshole picked her up, tossed her over his shoulder and laughed when she squeaked. Carried her up the stairs to her bedroom-and just how the hell did he know where her bedroom was anyway-and dropped her on the bed, leaned down and covered her again. Pressed the length of his impossibly hard body to hers. He grinned at her, that grin that said his high-and-mighty perfection-ship knew that she was all ready for him. His hands slipped into her skirt, pressed his fingers against her, slid in the slickness. She glared at him. Bit back the pant and the opening of her legs. Didn't want to give him that satisfaction.

His hand tore away the panties that she had been wearing, and then moved up, over her waist-leaving branding hot trails across her skin, and pushed inside her oversized shirt. Pressed hot palms to her breasts and that was the end of her fight against him. She groaned and closed her eyes when he smiled, opened her legs to give him room between her thighs, felt him shifting out of his pants. Felt his skin against hers. His already slick with sweat and hot and smooth, stretched over muscles and her own soft-years and years of careful moisturizing-and he flipped the shirt she wore up over her head. Dropped it somewhere in the dimness around them. Looked down at her.

Judged her with that gaze, and apparently he seemed to like what he saw. Picked her up and dropped her farther onto the bed. "I think you're right," he said-smirking the bastard-"I have forgotten about other things." Dropped his head down to kissed her, invaded her mouth as his hand slid back down to rub against her, to make her shudder and shake against him like a helpless little idiot. She bit into his lips. Felt that this apparently pleased him, because she was held up and open as he slid into her.

FUCK.

She stretched around him, whimpered and he pulled away from her mouth. Smirked in his momentary triumph. Kissed her neck and her collarbone, pressed both his hands to her breasts and rolled his palms against them. Made her arch and press her hips tighter to his. She wrapped her legs around him, dug her heels into the small of his back.

And gasped when he thrust into her. Moved with all the sureness, the experience that he probably had. She grit her teeth and pushed back. Hissed between her teeth and met every single one of his strokes. Stared at him and watched as he gradually went from smirking to concentrating. Stared at her the way she was staring at him. Moved inside of her, deep down inside of her, and she was panting for him the way he was groaning for her. Challenging one another and striving to meet that challenge. Insane insane, insane!

He closed his mouth around one of her nipples. Grazed it with his teeth. Sucked on her until she was a quivering mass of womanly-weakness, and this seemed to please him because he held her hips with one hand, lifted her up so he could move deeper into her and sped up his thrusts. Pounded into her as she tore at his skin. Left scratches and pink marks and dug her nails into his shoulders. Tore at his hair. Managed to pull his mouth back up to hers and sucked on his lips and his tongue and the taste of him that was going to be damn addictive. Shuddered and rippled and came for him.

Felt him inside of her, felt the heat and the rush of liquid. Thought back to what Goku had said. (why the hell he had wondered into her thoughts twice this evening she would never know.) Hope you have a healthy baby. BABY?!

She looked at Vegeta. He pulled out of her. Grimaced and then laid at her side, like he was entirely sure what the hell he had just done himself. She thought of that kid, the one with the purple hair that had looked at her and Vegeta like they amazed him. That had looked like Vegeta that had been a Saiyan…

Oh Kami.

She wasn't cut out to be anyone's mom.

But she kept her mouth shut, didn't tell him that he was going to be a daddy-wouldn't that be an afterglow killer?-and felt his hands on her again. Pressed against him, and found that he was doing that wicked grinning thing again. Felt his lips on hers again. Thought that she was going to skin Goku alive and cut him into little bitty pieces for not warning her that she was going to end up with Vegeta.

These thoughts were driven out of prominence by stronger fingers that were between her legs again. Stroking her again like she was a cat and she could only purr and pant and wonder if she and Vegeta had anything in common but the kid she was going to have.

He kissed her neck again, moved down her body with the single-minded focus only males could really attain. Put one of her legs over his shoulder and licked her, lapped at her like she was a bowl of cream or something. She jerked against him. Reached her hand down and pulled her other leg out of the way.

He was sucking on her. Licking and nuzzling and browsing around her like she was so damn interesting. She felt like she had been pulled taunt and tight and was just waiting to break. He looked up at her, seemed to be grinning with her, and she realized that she was grinning. Thought it was unfair that she was the only one of them that was moaning and panting, and decided this was about to change. Grabbed him by the hair, hauled him back up, felt his renewed erection against her leg, turned him onto his back and wrapped her fingers around him while she scrapped her teeth over his flat nipples. Bit them and heard him groan, heard his heartbeat speed up and sucked a line of bloodspots down his chest, over his stomach, to his erection. Regarded it for a moment, and thought that yep, that seemed to fit him. Licked him and he was watching her. Intently.

Interesting. Just licked him. Sucked on the very tip of him a little, but mostly just kept her fingers wrapped around him, licked and nuzzled but didn't take him in, thought it was fair turnabout for what he had done to her, and enjoyed the way his whole body was getting taunt and glistening. Loved that it was her doing this to him, the high and mighty, and the imperial. Found that she was being lifted up and pulled down on him.

Gasped in surprise as she was stretched around him again. Curled her legs on either side of his. Felt his hands on her breasts again-who knew the great Prince had a small obsession with tits? He grinned again.

"Idiot woman," he said, but with something like affection. Brushed his thumbs against her nipples endlessly and made her jerk against his erection in strange little thrusts that were driving her crazy. She wrapped both her hands in her own hair, tipped her head back. Panted for him and felt how much he liked that, because he was moving inside of her again. Deep and imperial, but some how without the intention of hurting. Just seeking the same pleasure.

Insane how hot he was, how warm he felt and good and right he felt inside of her. His hand curled around her head, pulled her forward and kissed her again. Opened her up and kissed her, pushed into her and held her and met every breathless pant with a breathless groan. Took pleasure that she could undo the great Prince of Saiyans.

Her. An idiot woman.

Felt like laughing as she clenched around him a second time and he released deep into her. Just wait until she told him about the kid. Leaned into him, and rested against him as he laid them both on the bed. Stayed inside her, stayed next to her.

Maybe there was more to his pain-in the-ass-ship than he wanted her to know. But that recollection was cut short as she kissed him again. Murmured nothing or everything and felt sleep coming to steal her away.

Thought that there had never been anyone like him before. Decided she liked it this way. Liked him this way. Against her and warm and hard and so full of power and energy. Drifted off to sleep with that thought.

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THAT IS IT! No more chapters. No more plot. Nothing. This was a one shot. One. That is all. No more.

Bulma: Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight.

Vegeta: Don't worry she never manages to keep it just one chapter.

Gk: I don't know guys, she looks pretty damn serious to me.

Vegeta: No, that's sleep deprivation.

Gk: Oh. Well, that explains the drool.