Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ No One Will Notice ❯ No One Will Notice ( One-Shot )

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No One Will Notice

Bulma grinned as Vegeta growled at her and stormed off, attempting in vain to hide the blush that had risen to his cheeks.

He was just too cute when he got embarrassed!

She giggled. He got especially embarrassed when she flirted with him in front of all their friends at one of these little get-togethers.

Bulma smoothed her hands down the short skirt of her floral-print dress that barely hid her panties, and went back to mingling with her guests.

"You know, Bulma," said a very stern looking Chi Chi who had seen the entire incident with Vegeta, "You really shouldn't tease him like that. I mean, he's Vegeta. You have no idea what he'll do to get back at you!"

Bulma rolled her eyes. "Oh, Chi Chi, you're being overdramatic. You seem to forget that I know Vegeta a lot better than you do. He won't try to get back at me." Her eyes gleamed. "At least, not in the normal way."

She knew that if Vegeta wanted to get back to her, he'd do it tonight.

In bed.

She shivered in anticipation. His revenge always seemed to end up pleasuring her instead of punishing her.

Just as she was zoning out Chi Chi's shrill voice so that she could focus on her daydreams of all the naughty things Vegeta would do to her that night to pay her back for embarrassing him, she felt a hand on her shoulder.

She turned around to see Vegeta standing behind her with a grim look upon his face.

"Vegeta?" she asked, concerned. "What's wrong?"

Without saying a word, he yanked on her arm, pulled her away from an irate Chi Chi and dragged her across Capsule Corp's backyard, past all the nicely laid picnic tables and questioning looks from guests, and only stopped when he was well out of earshot of the rest of the members of the party.

"You are going to pay for what you did, Woman," he told her sternly. "Now."

Bulma blinked. This wasn't what she had expected-he always waited until after the guests were gone to extract his revenge upon her warm, willing body. "What are you talking about, Vegeta?"

With a snarl, he pulled her body roughly against his and she gasped as she felt his desire for her throbbing against her stomach. It looked as though her teasing flirtation had gone a bit too far.

"I can't walk around with this," he growled lowly, "So you will take care of it for me."

"B-but Vegeta, we have guests! Surely they'll notice or see or something!"

The Saiyan Prince smirked. "No one will notice."

Bulma sighed in resignation. He was right-he couldn't exactly walk around with a hard-on. People would see and then the gossip would start. Bulma did not want to be an object of gossip among her friends! Well, no more than she already had been, anyway, what with that whole `who's the baby's daddy' thing back when she was pregnant with Trunks. She would rather die ten times over than relive those tabloid-cover-filled years.

"Alright, what do you want me to do?"

"Take off your panties and then follow me."

Bulma blinked. Even after all these years, it still sounded weird hearing Vegeta say the word "panties." She stifled a giggle as she watched his retreating back. Walking over to stand by a large oak tree, she covertly glanced around from beneath her long, feminine lashes to make sure that no one was watching.

Trunks and Goten had flown off to `spar' somewhere, so she didn't have to worry about her son seeing anything inappropriate-not that he didn't have a habit of always walking in on his parents in various compromising positions anyway, no matter how many precautions they took.

The rest of the party guests were talking among themselves. After a second glance to make sure that no one was looking in her direction-except a glaring, impatient Vegeta-she quickly slipped off her panties and threw them on the ground behind the tree.

Smoothing her hands down her skirt again, she walked primly over to join her husband where he sat at one of the picnic tables. She sat down next to him on the picnic bench and looked at him expectantly.

"Sit on my lap," he commanded her without preamble. "I'll cause a distraction. When their backs are turned, pull the spandex down and replace it with yourself."

Bulma stared at him, mouth agape. "What?" she asked softly, "No foreplay? But Vegeta, it'll be painful for me without any lubrication!"

Vegeta smirked at her with his sexiest smirk. Her cheeks grew red and her entire body heated as she felt his sexy gaze roaming up and down her body.

Problem solved.

"Alright," she said, scooting closer to him. "I'm ready when you are."

Vegeta pointed a single finger up in the air and shot off a ki blast that exploded high above the earth.

All the party guests suddenly looked upwards, wondering where this sudden attack had come from. The Z-senshi prepared for battle as the others ducked, looking for cover.

Bulma acted quickly, sliding down the waistband of Vegeta's spandex just enough to expose his throbbing length, then positioning herself sideways on his lap and sitting down, sheathing his erection within her comforting warmth.

She heard him sigh with relief to feel her around him, and she gave him a welcoming squeeze with her inner muscles, wringing a soft moan from his throat. He glared at her, his face mere inches away from hers, and then placed on a scowl and crossed his arms over his chest in between their bodies.

Bulma knew that this was for appearances only; he didn't want their guests thinking that he wanted her sitting on his lap!

So, going along with the scenario, Bulma threw her arms around his neck and rested her head against his shoulder as though she had been the aggressor, not him.

She pressed her thighs tightly together so that their activities would not be visible, and in doing so made her fit even tighter around him. He grunted, then thrust his hips upward slightly, urging her to move.

Bulma bit her lip. If she moved the way she normally would have had she been straddling him, everyone would surely notice. So instead she began slowly rocking her body atop him, paying special attention to the movement of her hips. It would look as though she were just cooing at him and rocking her own body when in reality she was creating increasingly pleasurable sensations in both their bodies.

Realizing that the sudden burst of energy was a false alarm, the guests got back to the party, laughing and mingling. Every now and then someone would look over where Vegeta sat, scowling, with his wife in his lap. Many comments found themselves whispered from ear to ear. A single look from the Saiyan Prince, however, could stop any words dead in their tracks.

Bulma didn't notice any of this; she was too busy focusing upon the sensations building within her lower body. It felt so good to have him inside her, filling her; she rotated her hips as she simultaneously clenched her inner muscles, wringing another soft gasp from her lover's throat. He glared at her, but his expression wavered. She knew he enjoyed this just as much as she did. Maybe even more.

She leaned her head up to nuzzle against his neck, pressing a light kiss to the corded muscles her lips found there. Then she moved up to his ear where she gently bit the lobe before beginning a stream of very arousing phrases that she knew would affect him greatly.

Vegeta loved dirty talk.

She felt his chest heaving against her side as his breathing grew agitated and he strained inside her. Her rocking motions grew faster and more intense as the words she whispered softly in his ear grew naughtier and more lurid. She felt his hips moving against hers, his restraint quickly dissipating as he forgot all about their guests, all about his reputation, all about his hatred of pda's.

She saw him eyeing the picnic table just in front of him. She couldn't have him shoving her down there and taking her-not in front of all these people! Dende, what would they think of her?

So she grabbed hold of his face and turned it towards hers and captured his lips with her own. She knew that a simple kiss would create far less gossip than a full-blown fuck.

Within moments of the passionate kiss, it was over. His release triggered hers and she clutched at his shoulders, hanging on as the pure fluid sensations swept over her entire body. She clenched her thighs together and muffled her moans against his mouth.

When the dangerous tides of pleasure had subsided, she released him from the kiss. Straightening her hair, she reached down and gently tugged up his spandex to cover him as she hopped off his lap, smoothing her hands down her skirt to avoid dishevelment. Even if she was indeed having sex in a public place with all her friends around, that didn't mean that she wanted them to know what happened.

She felt Vegeta's hand on her shoulder. "Stop worrying, Woman." His voice was deep and husky, the voice of a well-satisfied man. "No one noticed."

Surprised by his rare show of affection, she smiled at him as she watched him walk off to some dark corner to brood or meditate-whatever he did all day when he wasn't training. Turning back to her guests, it looked as though no one had even noticed that anything had occurred between her and Vegeta!

Sighing with a deeply felt sense of relief, she returned to the oak tree to retrieve her panties.

She frowned as she looked at the ground around the oak tree. She could have sworn she left them right there! Where could they possibly be?

Shrugging it off, knowing that her skirt covered her naughty bits from detection by the naked eye, she returned to her party to mingle some more with her guests before the day's end.

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Bulma stood by the door as her guests began to depart, wishing them farewell.

They had been driven inside by a sudden thunderstorm, so Bulma had never had an opportunity to go back to the oak tree and look for her missing panties. She figured they must have been blown away in the wind or something-and were probably soaking wet now because of the rain.

The only guests left now were the Son family, since Goten was upstairs with Trunks, `saying goodbye.' Those two sure did take a long time with their farewells! Bulma sighed. Apparently they hadn't yet learned to manage the art of the `quickie.'

Bulma frowned as she looked over at Goku and Chi Chi. They were holding hands and speaking softly to each other. But wait … there was another unaccounted for guest who hadn't yet left.

"Where's Oolong?" Bulma asked herself, puzzled.

From upstairs she heard a crash followed by a squeal and a series of loud oinks.

"COME BACK HERE YOU OVERGROWN SLICE OF BACON!" Vegeta roared. His booming voice captured even the attention of Goten and Trunks, who rushed to the door of Trunks' room, half-naked, to see what all the fuss was about.

Oolong came racing down the stairs, Vegeta close on his curly little tail.

"GIVE THAT BACK OR I'LL BLAST YOU TO THE NEXT DIMENSION!" screamed Vegeta.

"Not by the hairs on my chinny-chin-chin!" Exclaimed Oolong, brandishing his treasured prize.

Bulma's eyes widened as she saw the soft, pink object fluttering wildly in Oolong's tight grasp.

Her panties!

Redness flooded her cheeks and clouded her vision as she realized that he had stolen her panties from beneath the oak tree where she had so surreptitiously removed them.

"Why you little pig!" she cried out.

He wasn't looking where he was going, so intent was he on avoiding Vegeta's explosive wrath that he ran straight into Bulma.

She picked him up by the hairs on his chinny-chin-chin and grabbed the panties. Unfortunately, Vegeta had been flying at top speed and didn't have enough time to stop before he crashed into the pair.

Oolong wriggled free from the heap and ran out the door, squealing. He was glad to get away with his life.

Meanwhile, Vegeta moaned and decided he didn't want to move-Bulma's breasts were nice pillows. He buried his face in between the two mounds, nuzzling and purring.

Bulma groaned. She would have liked to stay beneath him, spread her legs, and invite him to come on in, but from the corner of her eye she saw Goten hopping down the stairs while pulling up his pants and knew that it was time for the Son family to leave. As their hostess, it was her sworn duty to bid them farewell as they took leave of her humble abode.

So she pushed the overly affectionate Saiyan off-much to his dismay-and went over to the door, still clutching her soiled panties in her fist.

"I'm-I'm so sorry about that … shameful display." She lowered her head and, seeing the panties still lying limply within her grasp, put her arms behind her back and gently dropped the scrap of fabric to the floor.

When she looked up, she saw Goku and Chi Chi looking at each other, odd expressions on their faces. Goku nodded, and Chi Chi sighed before turning back to Bulma.

"Bulma," she spoke softly, taken one of Bulma hands in both her own, "Bulma, there's something I have to tell you." She looked her hostess straight in the eye. "Everyone noticed."

Bulma gulped. "Everyone?"

Chi Chi nodded. "Everyone." She gently patted Bulma's hand before saying a quick farewell and dragging her husband and son out the door, leaving behind only a trail of sticky white fluid that fell rhythmically from Goten's pants-which he had fastened backwards.

Bulma sighed and closed the door, the last of her guests gone.

"How?" she wondered. "How could everyone have noticed?"

She looked up to see Vegeta smirking at her in that sexy way of his. Bulma glared at him.

"This is all your fault!" she poked her finger in his chest for emphasis.

Vegeta didn't stop smirking. "It was worth it." He leered at her.

Bulma frowned. "What do you mean?"

He pointed over to the living room. Next to the TV were stacked several hundreds of video tapes.

Bulma's eyes widened. "That looks like …"

Vegeta's smirk widened as he bent his wife over and thrust into her from behind.

"Master Roshi's hentai collection," he drawled, reaching for the remote.

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A/N: Short `n sweet, just how I like it! ^.^

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