Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Passion Unrestrained ❯ Passion Unrestrained Chapter 3 - Unintentional ( Chapter 3 )
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By: SolarityKi 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Martial Arts / Fantasy / Hentai | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 09.06.2009 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.6K | Visits: 1.0K | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Martial Arts / Fantasy / Hentai | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 09.06.2009 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.6K | Visits: 1.0K | Status: Work In Progress
Chapter 3 – Unintentional
Flying back to Capsule Corp. with Bulma in his arms was a bad idea Vegeta reflected. He didn't think he would ever get the smell of her out of his head. Leaning down he could smell the strawberry shampoo that she liked to use, and the faint musk of her, that smelled like spring. Groaning inwardly, he could feel all of the curves of her body pressed against his chest, making it hard for him to concentrate on flying. Feeling the softness of her skin, made him grow hot and hard in places he hadn't thought of in a long time. Enjoying the way she felt in his arms, he didn't fly nearly as fast as he could have. He found himself lingering in the air, wanting to feel more of her against him. He realized how soft and supple her skin was, as it glimmered like pale ivory in the moonlight. When he thought like this he forgot who he was, he forgot that he was the Price of all Saiyans, and forgot that he shouldn't be thinking this at all. He looked over her body once more, wincing when he realized she was staring back at him with blank eyes. Reprimanding himself internally he realized that now was not the time to be thinking anything about her. He sped up and landed gently on her balcony.
Bulma hadn't said a thing the entire time that she had held on to Vegeta. She was in a depression so deep, that she didn't even realize when they landed. She was just happy for the feel of human, if he could be called that, contact. Not really wanting to let go, she buried her face in his chest as he landed and tightened her grip around his neck, smelling his musk that intoxicated her beyond belief. Begging him in the only way she could to keep holding on to her she tightened her grip even more. He walked with her into her bedroom, and laid her down on the bed. He removed her death grip from around his neck, and looked around for more medical supplies. After finding them he started to doctor her wounds, glaring at her in a heated way that surprised her, especially when she felt a similar heat build up towards him in her own body.
Vegeta couldn't believe that he was helping this woman, who disgusted him almost every day. Granted he looked forward to their verbal sparring matches, remembering the first time that she had ever spoken back to him. It was about that horrible pink shirt that made him feel as if he was a spring flower. Flinching at the memory of it, he continued to doctor her wounds, grabbing a bag of ice for her to hold to her head. He noticed how weak she was, in spirit, and figured that he better help her get ready for bed, even if she didn't like it. At first she made some move to stop him from stripping off her dress, but quickly gave up when he growled at her menacingly. He did notice that the light in her eyes had been rekindled, but into something rather different than he normally saw, along with a small amount of fear.
Bulma was terrified and turned on all at once. She had felt his hands doctoring her but, she didn't exactly know what Vegeta was doing. She had seem him kill countless people in worse states than she was in. She started to shake when he stripped off her dress. He had, after all, administered care to her wounds, but that may have just been a ploy to throw her off her guard. He was always threatening her when she didn't have his bots finished just when he wanted, and he had even held her against the wall by the throat one day to prove his point. He had taken no time in showing her how worthless she was to him, except to build hit training bots, and repair the Gravity Room she had built him. She knew he could crush her any time he chose, and this made her wary of his every movement. Tonight it seemed that something had come over him, and she was still trying to figure out how he knew where she had been tonight. He had been the last person she had suspected to come to her rescue. As she was thinking all of this over, she realized he was staring at her with almost a molten look in his eyes. Blushing a deep crimson, she realized why he was staring at her, and tried to cover a few choice bits of what he was seeing.
After removing her dress Vegeta had been stunned. He had never seen a body as magnificent as hers, even though he would never tell her that. All he needed now was for the stupid female to think she had some kind of sexual hold over him. Not even when he had gone to the Sucubi9 planet to learn how to make love had he seen anything as lovely as this weak human laying somewhat petrified on the bed. He could feel an intense fire burning inside of himself as he looked at the flimsy, see through, black lace corset she had decided to wear underneath that tantalizing dress she had worn earlier. As his eyes moved down he saw the delicate lines of her toned stomach, and then the black lace panties that were attached to the fishnets she had worn to accentuate the dress. Growling out loud he knew the best thing to do would be to cover her up in one of her night gowns. She had looked up at him with smoldering eyes and had caught him staring. She had started to cover parts of her body, which for some reason infuriated him. :: How dare HIS woman cover up what was his to see! Had he not just saved her from having to sit and be gawked at?:: Realizing what he was thinking he shook his head, and steeled his emotions toward her. “Woman, do you think you could put some decent clothing on”, he just about snarled at her.
In pure shock Bulma raced over to her dresser, still feeling a bit dizzy, and pulled out a pretty black lace nightgown that would cover everything up. Not realizing that the nightgown would accentuate every curve of her body, not to mention what was under it could still shine through. After pulling it over her head, she slowly walked back to the bed, realizing that Vegeta's glimmering eyes had never left her for a moment. Taking a deep breath she tried to regain her self composure, and surprised herself by grabbing a hold of his hand instead. Trying to say thank you the only way she could think of she leaned forward to give him a small kiss of thanks, that ended up turning into much much more. With this unintentional move of thanks, she sparked a desire that was not likely to be quenched any time soon.
Vegeta was startled at first that she had grabbed his hand, but was even more startled when she started to lean forward towards his face. What on Earth was this woman doing? Hadn't he just shown her he had no desire towards her when he told her to put something decent on? As he was thinking about this he was caught off guard, as she finished leaning forward and gently caressed his lips with her own. Being taken by surprise he kissed back, gently licking the outline of her lips, and biting down lightly on her bottom lip. He decided to take her deeper into the kiss, listening to his burning animal instinct. He heard her gasp appreciatively at the light bite he place on her bottom lip, and he ran his tongue along the bottom lip one more time, waiting for her to open her mouth to him. As she gasped one more time her mouth opened, and he took it ruthlessly, exploring every incredible inch of it. As he did this he could feel her reactions, and smell her excitement at his touch. She matched his exploration with her own tongue, weaving an intricate dance of uninhibited passion. He pulled her closer and heard her small excited exclamations as he took one of his hands and slowly inched it down the side of her body. He could feel every single seductive curve that she had. Growing even harder he pressed himself up against her, as his right hand found her breast. Stroking and massaging it gently he felt her nipple harden to a delectable peak. After feeling her first reaction to his touch, he moved to her other breast wanting to feel it peak too, and was rewarded by it already having swelled to an arousing peak as well. In fascination he saw both of the hardened peaks through her black night gown, and started to go about removing it. After removing the nightgown he was back down to the sexy corset that she was wearing, and he could see her pale ivory breasts straining against the material with the peaks rubbing softly against the hard fabric, making them even harder. He could smell her wetness as he started to rub her nipples through the fabric, making her moan out in pleasure.
Bulma couldn't believe this was happening. She wondered if she should tell him she was a virgin, but she had gotten caught up in his kisses. Feeling his caresses against her skin, she started to tingle, wanting him more than she ever thought was possible. She breathed in the smell of him, enjoying everything that he was doing to her. His hands, once removed from the gloves he constantly wore, were almost as soft as hers, and played over her skin in tantalizing patterns. He had finally gotten frustrated and torn her black corset off of her. He was now liberally administering his tongue to each taunt nipple, one at a time, alternating between his tongue on one breast and his hand on the other. She pressed herself against him, trying to show him her need, but not really knowing what it was that she needed. She shivered as his hand trailed down to her slick womanhood, pressing against her soft swelling, and rotating his finger around it gently rubbing and then flicking it as she squirmed in pleasure.
He placed two fingers inside of her feeling her tightness, as if she had never been touched by another man. He could smell her feminine musk and drank it into his senses. Slowly losing control of himself. He slowly moved his fingers in and out of her, running his thumb over her slick mound, and hearing her moan his name. He didn't know why but hearing her moan his name made him want to taste her. So he kept his fingers inside of her and slowly started to lick her clit, circling around the edges of her wet pussy with his rough tongue, he maintained the movement of his fingers inside of her. He started flicking his tongue against her soaked mound, and she moaned and started to shudder, wrapping her hands in his hair, pushing him into her harder he drank her in and tasted her, like he had never tasted a woman before. He, himself, was growing harder all the time, and before she could climax he pulled his hand out of her, and stopped licking her. Hearing a moan of protest, he threw off his training clothes and slowly removed his black silk boxers, showing her his pulsating cock. She looked at it in awe, and then leaned down towards it.
She didn't know what had possessed her, but once she had seen it, she knew she had to taste him as well. She wanted him, more than anything she had ever wanted before, thoughts of Yamcha leaving her brain, as she looked at how large Vegeta was. She imagined him inside of her and started to shudder in anticipation. She started off with one small lingering lick on the very tip of his penis, and moved slowly down and around it with her tongue. His hands tightened in her hair and she took him fully into her mouth, running her tongue around and around has she sucked hard, gently moving up and down, somehow knowing that was what he wanted. As he started to quiver, like she had earlier, she stopped. She reached up to kiss him, and felt him press her onto the bed. She could feel his warmness so close to her womanhood. Not even fully in control of her faculties, all she could do as he kissed her was moan and rub against him wantonly, showing him her desire.
Knowing what the little insistent female wanted, Vegeta entered into her slowly, wanting to take his time with this delectable creature. As he held his member at the entrance to her warm slick clit, he pressed gently into her feeling a barrier, and pressed harder into her breaking it. He heard the intake of breath when he broke through her virgin barrier, realizing what he had done. Looking down at her he saw tears in her eyes, but he could no longer stop himself. He was filled with lust and wanting so powerful, that he started stroking her deep inside with his throbbing member. As he kept going, he saw the tears vanish, and a look of ecstasy go across her face as she started to buck back against him showing him that she felt immense pleasure with him inside of her. He told her to grab onto the bed frame as he let go of her, and massaged both of her breasts, while fucking her slowly. He worked his way up so he could fuck her faster and faster. He started gently pinching her nipples, and then decided to suck on one as he pressed even deeper into her, hearing her moaning cries he went faster, slamming his cock deep inside of her. He could feel her building up to her climax, and he wanted to go with her. As she started to climax, he felt himself start to shudder, and he buried his face in her neck to smell her sweet scent as he let his hot seed fill her body, burning it's way inside of her, in a way that she couldn't resist, as she moaned and came again onto his still hard dick.As she came she wrapped her arms around him not wanting to let go. She could feel her energy start to drain out of her body, as it was replaced with a deep primal satiation.
He was exhausted to, in a way that he had never been before. He was to tired to move out of the bed, so he rolled over to the side of her, wrapping his arms around her tightly and fell promptly to sleep, almost as soon as she did. He hadn't meant to take her, but as he drifted off, he felt a satisfaction at having taken her. She was his, his woman, and he would not let her forget it. He held on to her tightly right before he fell asleep. Even though it was all unintentional, somehow he knew it was right. Even though in the morning, he knew he would change his mind, and pretend that nothing had ever happened.
Flying back to Capsule Corp. with Bulma in his arms was a bad idea Vegeta reflected. He didn't think he would ever get the smell of her out of his head. Leaning down he could smell the strawberry shampoo that she liked to use, and the faint musk of her, that smelled like spring. Groaning inwardly, he could feel all of the curves of her body pressed against his chest, making it hard for him to concentrate on flying. Feeling the softness of her skin, made him grow hot and hard in places he hadn't thought of in a long time. Enjoying the way she felt in his arms, he didn't fly nearly as fast as he could have. He found himself lingering in the air, wanting to feel more of her against him. He realized how soft and supple her skin was, as it glimmered like pale ivory in the moonlight. When he thought like this he forgot who he was, he forgot that he was the Price of all Saiyans, and forgot that he shouldn't be thinking this at all. He looked over her body once more, wincing when he realized she was staring back at him with blank eyes. Reprimanding himself internally he realized that now was not the time to be thinking anything about her. He sped up and landed gently on her balcony.
Bulma hadn't said a thing the entire time that she had held on to Vegeta. She was in a depression so deep, that she didn't even realize when they landed. She was just happy for the feel of human, if he could be called that, contact. Not really wanting to let go, she buried her face in his chest as he landed and tightened her grip around his neck, smelling his musk that intoxicated her beyond belief. Begging him in the only way she could to keep holding on to her she tightened her grip even more. He walked with her into her bedroom, and laid her down on the bed. He removed her death grip from around his neck, and looked around for more medical supplies. After finding them he started to doctor her wounds, glaring at her in a heated way that surprised her, especially when she felt a similar heat build up towards him in her own body.
Vegeta couldn't believe that he was helping this woman, who disgusted him almost every day. Granted he looked forward to their verbal sparring matches, remembering the first time that she had ever spoken back to him. It was about that horrible pink shirt that made him feel as if he was a spring flower. Flinching at the memory of it, he continued to doctor her wounds, grabbing a bag of ice for her to hold to her head. He noticed how weak she was, in spirit, and figured that he better help her get ready for bed, even if she didn't like it. At first she made some move to stop him from stripping off her dress, but quickly gave up when he growled at her menacingly. He did notice that the light in her eyes had been rekindled, but into something rather different than he normally saw, along with a small amount of fear.
Bulma was terrified and turned on all at once. She had felt his hands doctoring her but, she didn't exactly know what Vegeta was doing. She had seem him kill countless people in worse states than she was in. She started to shake when he stripped off her dress. He had, after all, administered care to her wounds, but that may have just been a ploy to throw her off her guard. He was always threatening her when she didn't have his bots finished just when he wanted, and he had even held her against the wall by the throat one day to prove his point. He had taken no time in showing her how worthless she was to him, except to build hit training bots, and repair the Gravity Room she had built him. She knew he could crush her any time he chose, and this made her wary of his every movement. Tonight it seemed that something had come over him, and she was still trying to figure out how he knew where she had been tonight. He had been the last person she had suspected to come to her rescue. As she was thinking all of this over, she realized he was staring at her with almost a molten look in his eyes. Blushing a deep crimson, she realized why he was staring at her, and tried to cover a few choice bits of what he was seeing.
After removing her dress Vegeta had been stunned. He had never seen a body as magnificent as hers, even though he would never tell her that. All he needed now was for the stupid female to think she had some kind of sexual hold over him. Not even when he had gone to the Sucubi9 planet to learn how to make love had he seen anything as lovely as this weak human laying somewhat petrified on the bed. He could feel an intense fire burning inside of himself as he looked at the flimsy, see through, black lace corset she had decided to wear underneath that tantalizing dress she had worn earlier. As his eyes moved down he saw the delicate lines of her toned stomach, and then the black lace panties that were attached to the fishnets she had worn to accentuate the dress. Growling out loud he knew the best thing to do would be to cover her up in one of her night gowns. She had looked up at him with smoldering eyes and had caught him staring. She had started to cover parts of her body, which for some reason infuriated him. :: How dare HIS woman cover up what was his to see! Had he not just saved her from having to sit and be gawked at?:: Realizing what he was thinking he shook his head, and steeled his emotions toward her. “Woman, do you think you could put some decent clothing on”, he just about snarled at her.
In pure shock Bulma raced over to her dresser, still feeling a bit dizzy, and pulled out a pretty black lace nightgown that would cover everything up. Not realizing that the nightgown would accentuate every curve of her body, not to mention what was under it could still shine through. After pulling it over her head, she slowly walked back to the bed, realizing that Vegeta's glimmering eyes had never left her for a moment. Taking a deep breath she tried to regain her self composure, and surprised herself by grabbing a hold of his hand instead. Trying to say thank you the only way she could think of she leaned forward to give him a small kiss of thanks, that ended up turning into much much more. With this unintentional move of thanks, she sparked a desire that was not likely to be quenched any time soon.
Vegeta was startled at first that she had grabbed his hand, but was even more startled when she started to lean forward towards his face. What on Earth was this woman doing? Hadn't he just shown her he had no desire towards her when he told her to put something decent on? As he was thinking about this he was caught off guard, as she finished leaning forward and gently caressed his lips with her own. Being taken by surprise he kissed back, gently licking the outline of her lips, and biting down lightly on her bottom lip. He decided to take her deeper into the kiss, listening to his burning animal instinct. He heard her gasp appreciatively at the light bite he place on her bottom lip, and he ran his tongue along the bottom lip one more time, waiting for her to open her mouth to him. As she gasped one more time her mouth opened, and he took it ruthlessly, exploring every incredible inch of it. As he did this he could feel her reactions, and smell her excitement at his touch. She matched his exploration with her own tongue, weaving an intricate dance of uninhibited passion. He pulled her closer and heard her small excited exclamations as he took one of his hands and slowly inched it down the side of her body. He could feel every single seductive curve that she had. Growing even harder he pressed himself up against her, as his right hand found her breast. Stroking and massaging it gently he felt her nipple harden to a delectable peak. After feeling her first reaction to his touch, he moved to her other breast wanting to feel it peak too, and was rewarded by it already having swelled to an arousing peak as well. In fascination he saw both of the hardened peaks through her black night gown, and started to go about removing it. After removing the nightgown he was back down to the sexy corset that she was wearing, and he could see her pale ivory breasts straining against the material with the peaks rubbing softly against the hard fabric, making them even harder. He could smell her wetness as he started to rub her nipples through the fabric, making her moan out in pleasure.
Bulma couldn't believe this was happening. She wondered if she should tell him she was a virgin, but she had gotten caught up in his kisses. Feeling his caresses against her skin, she started to tingle, wanting him more than she ever thought was possible. She breathed in the smell of him, enjoying everything that he was doing to her. His hands, once removed from the gloves he constantly wore, were almost as soft as hers, and played over her skin in tantalizing patterns. He had finally gotten frustrated and torn her black corset off of her. He was now liberally administering his tongue to each taunt nipple, one at a time, alternating between his tongue on one breast and his hand on the other. She pressed herself against him, trying to show him her need, but not really knowing what it was that she needed. She shivered as his hand trailed down to her slick womanhood, pressing against her soft swelling, and rotating his finger around it gently rubbing and then flicking it as she squirmed in pleasure.
He placed two fingers inside of her feeling her tightness, as if she had never been touched by another man. He could smell her feminine musk and drank it into his senses. Slowly losing control of himself. He slowly moved his fingers in and out of her, running his thumb over her slick mound, and hearing her moan his name. He didn't know why but hearing her moan his name made him want to taste her. So he kept his fingers inside of her and slowly started to lick her clit, circling around the edges of her wet pussy with his rough tongue, he maintained the movement of his fingers inside of her. He started flicking his tongue against her soaked mound, and she moaned and started to shudder, wrapping her hands in his hair, pushing him into her harder he drank her in and tasted her, like he had never tasted a woman before. He, himself, was growing harder all the time, and before she could climax he pulled his hand out of her, and stopped licking her. Hearing a moan of protest, he threw off his training clothes and slowly removed his black silk boxers, showing her his pulsating cock. She looked at it in awe, and then leaned down towards it.
She didn't know what had possessed her, but once she had seen it, she knew she had to taste him as well. She wanted him, more than anything she had ever wanted before, thoughts of Yamcha leaving her brain, as she looked at how large Vegeta was. She imagined him inside of her and started to shudder in anticipation. She started off with one small lingering lick on the very tip of his penis, and moved slowly down and around it with her tongue. His hands tightened in her hair and she took him fully into her mouth, running her tongue around and around has she sucked hard, gently moving up and down, somehow knowing that was what he wanted. As he started to quiver, like she had earlier, she stopped. She reached up to kiss him, and felt him press her onto the bed. She could feel his warmness so close to her womanhood. Not even fully in control of her faculties, all she could do as he kissed her was moan and rub against him wantonly, showing him her desire.
Knowing what the little insistent female wanted, Vegeta entered into her slowly, wanting to take his time with this delectable creature. As he held his member at the entrance to her warm slick clit, he pressed gently into her feeling a barrier, and pressed harder into her breaking it. He heard the intake of breath when he broke through her virgin barrier, realizing what he had done. Looking down at her he saw tears in her eyes, but he could no longer stop himself. He was filled with lust and wanting so powerful, that he started stroking her deep inside with his throbbing member. As he kept going, he saw the tears vanish, and a look of ecstasy go across her face as she started to buck back against him showing him that she felt immense pleasure with him inside of her. He told her to grab onto the bed frame as he let go of her, and massaged both of her breasts, while fucking her slowly. He worked his way up so he could fuck her faster and faster. He started gently pinching her nipples, and then decided to suck on one as he pressed even deeper into her, hearing her moaning cries he went faster, slamming his cock deep inside of her. He could feel her building up to her climax, and he wanted to go with her. As she started to climax, he felt himself start to shudder, and he buried his face in her neck to smell her sweet scent as he let his hot seed fill her body, burning it's way inside of her, in a way that she couldn't resist, as she moaned and came again onto his still hard dick.As she came she wrapped her arms around him not wanting to let go. She could feel her energy start to drain out of her body, as it was replaced with a deep primal satiation.
He was exhausted to, in a way that he had never been before. He was to tired to move out of the bed, so he rolled over to the side of her, wrapping his arms around her tightly and fell promptly to sleep, almost as soon as she did. He hadn't meant to take her, but as he drifted off, he felt a satisfaction at having taken her. She was his, his woman, and he would not let her forget it. He held on to her tightly right before he fell asleep. Even though it was all unintentional, somehow he knew it was right. Even though in the morning, he knew he would change his mind, and pretend that nothing had ever happened.