Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ New Sensations ❯ Chapter 1

New Sensations

"No!" he said, brushing my hand aside.

"Oh, please, Vegeta?" I was breathless from his ardent lovemaking and close to an orgasm, but there was something more I wanted. Something I wanted to do that he never allowed. I tried once again to reach for the crevice of his buttocks.

"Stop it!" he roared and pulled out of me so hard there was an audible pop. He grabbed my leg and unwound it from his, giving it a shove before climbing out of bed and heading for the bedroom door.

There he went again. I hoped this time, at least, he stayed in the house instead of flying off to Kami knows where. When he did that, I never knew when to expect him back.

I flipped over onto my stomach and screamed into my pillow. The frustration of Vegeta's stubbornness and the loss of a mind-blowing orgasm was too much for me to keep in. I raised up and took a deep breath before letting off another scream into the fluffy feathers, kicking my feet against the mattress like a spoiled child.

Face it, I am spoiled. I have had everything my own way since I can remember. Anywhere I wanted to go, anything I wanted to do. All I had to do was make up my mind and it was mine. At least until Vegeta came into my life.

Vegeta was not what I was looking for at all. I didn't want someone to dominate over me. I wanted someone like Yamcha. Someone I could handle. Someone I could mold into whatever mood I was in. Someone who wasn't afraid to try new things.

Problem was, Yamcha was all too eager to try new things. . .with other women!

Vegeta was there when I was down in the dumps and needed someone strong to pull me back up. He was demanding, arrogant, self-centered. . .but an amazing lover. For a long time, that was enough for me. He was the perfect boyfriend. He kept to himself and let me do whatever I wanted, but was always willing to jump into bed at a moment's notice.

The only thing that bothered me was that he always had to be in control during sex. I never got to be on top, I always had to be on my back, there had to be a light on, and he had some kind of obsession with my breasts. We never tried anything I wanted to. And that was the reason he had left and I had missed my orgasm. . .again!

What did I want to do? Anything! Everything! I'm in my thirties - my sexual peak! I want to explore things, try new positions, feel new sensations! I wanted to fuck him for once!

I knew it wasn't my strong-headed manner that drove him from our bed. In fact, I knew for certain that he's turned on by our little clashes of disagreements. It's not that we fight over everything, but when we do, he is immediately aroused by it and we usually end up settling the argument, naked, in bed.

With my little spoiled fit all spent, I trudged to the bathroom to shower before I had to make breakfast for Trunks. If Vegeta stuck around, I'd have to make breakfast for him too, I guess.

He did. This time.

I spent the entire day with half my mind on my work, the other half envisioning all the wild things I could do with Vegeta if he weren't such a stubborn mule. The thought of the device I had purchased on a whim, hidden in a drawer of my vanity table, also wouldn't leave my imagination.

It was while I was putting clothes away in Vegeta's closet that a plan began to form. I worked the details out in my mind while putting Trunks to bed and was positive that everything would work. There was only a short time to get everything ready before Vegeta came in from the gravity chamber, but it was just enough.

I had put on his Saiyan uniform and was admiring myself in the large mirror of my vanity when he entered the bedroom. In the soft lights around the mirror I was happy to see that the tight black body suit hugged my curves perfectly. The boots were more comfortable than I imagined, but the gloves were a bit too big. My breasts were concealed by the armor's chest plate, but the overall effect was quite becoming.

"Take it off," Vegeta said as he removed his own sweat-soaked shirt. I sensed a slight tremor in his voice and took it for excitement.

"Yes, sir!" I said with a sharp salute, playing my role as subordinate soldier. "Anything you say, sir!"

He dropped his shirt in the hamper and stood with his back to me, hands on his hips, staring at nothing but the wall. "I mean it! Take that thing off!"

Oops. That voice was not a playful one. He was deadly serious. My game wasn't going exactly as I planned. I pulled off the chest plate and tossed it onto the stool that sat by my vanity table. It slipped off and landed on the floor with a soft thump under the table. I was nearly finished stripping out of the body suit when Vegeta finally turned to look at me.

"Put that damn thing away!" he growled. "I can't stand the sight of it!"

"Fine. Whatever," I sighed and placed the items back in the box, my exciting night shattered by his foul mood. "Hand me that piece."

When Vegeta knelt down over the stool to retrieve the chest plate, I made a split decision and sprang into action. I flicked off the vanity lights, throwing the room into darkness, as I fell on his back

"Now, I've got you where I want you," I said in a deep, demanding voice.

I felt Vegeta's muscles tense under me, but since he didn't throw me off, I began to blaze a trail of kisses down his back. The taste and scent of dried sweat on his skin was intoxicating and the goosebumps that covered him excited me even further. I pressed down on his neck with one hand and lifted up on his crotch with the other so that his chest was against the stool and his butt stuck out. With one swift motion, I pulled his loose shorts down to his knees.

Keeping one hand on his back so he wouldn't move, I reached between his legs to massage his sack. I was a little disappointed that he wasn't immediately erect, but remedied that quickly with a few good strokes. Now it was time to prepare him for what I wanted.

Running my tongue from his waist down to his crack made him shudder. I smiled to myself as I wet my tongue again and then licked around and in his hole. He tensed up, so I reached between his legs to rub his shaft again until he relaxed.

Now it was time! I pulled open the top drawer and pulled out my new toy. It was a brilliant piece of work. Something I wished I would have had with Yamcha. He would have loved it! I placed one protrusion inside myself, purring softly as it hit the magical spot. The tip of the other, which I had lubricated ahead of time, I placed at Vegeta's entrance.

Vegeta tensed again and made as if he were about to pull away until I began to massage his tail bone. I knew it was a sensitive spot, but the shiver that ran through him was almost comical, even without the lights on. Slowly, but firmly, I pressed forward. He gave out a cry that sounded as if it was muffled by his arm.

My part of the device tilted back and forth inside me as I pumped the other part in and out of Vegeta. I tried to match the stoking of my hand with my hips, but was getting lost and disoriented in the wave of ecstacy that overtook me. With a loud moan, I collapsed onto Vegeta's back, barely aware of the sticky fluid that flowed over my hand from his cock.

"Why?" Vegeta said in a gasp that was not from pleasure, but seemed to be ripped from the center of his soul. "Why did you do that to me?"

"Because it's fun," I reasoned. "You liked it, didn't you?" I added, giving his half-erection a gentle squeeze. When he didn't respond or even move, I reached up to turn on the light again.

I caught a frightening look of raw emotion on his face as he realized he was still holding the chest plate in his hand. He dropped it as if it had suddenly grown too hot to hold and buried his face in the crook of his arm. He had looked sad, lost, embarrassed, and ashamed.

"You don't understand," he mumbled.

Suddenly, I wondered if I had made a huge mistake. As much as I had wanted to take charge, I never wanted to do anything to jeopardize our relationship. Or to make him feel taken advantage of. I sighed and hugged him, my breasts pressed tight against his back.

"I'm not going to apologize, Vegeta," I said. "I'm your wife, your mate, the mother of your son. The way I see it, anything we do together is nothing to be ashamed of. If it makes me happy and you can be pleasured at the same time. . ."

"Leave me alone."

All too late, I realized why he acted the way he did. He always wanted to face me with the lights on because he needed to reassure himself who he was with. He never wanted to take me from behind or tie me up because it reminded him of things he had tried so hard to forget. Things he would never tell me about, but I knew he still had nightmares of. The ones that made him jolt out of bed, disoriented and shaking. I realized that his failure to reject my actions was not because he wanted me to do it, but that he was a prisoner of his own memories.

I grabbed his arm and pulled it back, placing his hand on my breast. "It's me, Vegeta," I said. "Just because I'm not beneath you doesn't mean that someone else is here. Same with having the lights off. You can feel it's me even when you can't see me. I just want to show you other ways to have fun where you don't always have to be in charge."

He gave my breast a few squeezes before pushing himself away from the stool. "Well, I think you've had enough 'fun' for tonight," he said. He reached down and pulled the device out of both of us, then held it at arms length, almost as if it were going to bite him. "Where the hell did you get this thing?"

"From a catalog," I answered and sat back on my heels, pulling him back to sit on my lap. "Let me show you what it does."

I showed him how the two ends locked into different positions and explained the various ways they could be used. He sniffed in disbelief at the ones he couldn't imagine were possible.

"That doesn't sound very enjoyable," he said when I described a certain use. "It sounds like torture." He sounded as if he may have even been blushing!

"Sometimes torture by a lover can be extremely exciting," I said, reaching around his chest to pinch his nipples as I nipped at his back. He growled and spun around so fast, I didn't realize I was then biting at his chest until he pushed me onto my back.

I laid there on the floor, staring up at him. Disappointment must have been written all over my face, because he frowned before heaving a great sigh.

"I still don't understand that last one," he said grabbing up the device. "Show me."

By the time we finally collapsed on the bed and let sleep overcome us, I had educated Vegeta in a handful of pleasurable activities. He cringed at some of them, but I know he will enjoy them more when I succeed in driving out the old memories with our new ones. He wouldn't allow me to turn the lights off, but that will come in time.

By then. . .I'll find something else to teach him.