Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Picture Perfect ❯ Picture Perfect Too ( Chapter 2 )

Picture Perfect Too by Kaialicious

Disclaimer: I do not, nor have I ever owned DragonBall Z or the characters of DragonBall Z. They belong to Akira Toriyama. I do not make any profit from the aforementioned Japanese animation and therefore should not and would not want to be sued for any reason.

Warning: This tale contains obscene language, and an extreme amount of LEMON. It is NOT intended for under aged readers.

Author's Note: Because you demanded it, I made a part two. I am hoping that I made it just as good as part one. Sorry that I took so long to finish it. ^__^

Our Japanese Word for Today is:

*Onna- Woman

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He had not seen her since breakfast. He had had to prepare his own meals -a great bother to him since the preparation time took a large chunk out of his training schedule.

He inwardly cursed the woman for her thoughtlessness. Where was she anyway? Why hadn't she told him that she was not going to be home to cook for him? He was seriously irritated. He found himself putting too much seasoning in his food as the woman did. He argued with himself that he had gotten used to it, and that it had been a mistake through no fault of his own. The dispenser cap was simply on the wrong setting.

He went to the freezer and pulled out a bright colored box. On the box was written: Delicious Egg Rolls.

Bulma had bought the microwaveable snack for him after she had learned that he had liked them. Of course, he had never told her that he liked them. He had simply stated, "The egg rolls are the only food of yours that are remotely edible."

Vegeta favored the neatly packaged treats because they came in assorted meat and vegetable variations, and he could have them whenever he wanted them.

He was eating when she returned home. Her hands were filled with shopping bags. She deposited them on the counter and looked at him. "You've finished you training?"

"Thanks to you," he snapped.

Bulma shrugged and started putting away the groceries.

Vegeta spied another bag that was different from the ones containing food. It was metallic pink paper -very expensive looking. She had obviously spent the day shopping for herself, wasting her fortune on ridiculous baubles that would only bring her a moment of joy.

The little fool.

He finished eating and set his plate in the sink. He ignored her pert buttocks poking out of the fridge and went to his room.

How could she have neglected him to buy junk? He should have destroyed her precious bag. That would have been gratifying to see the look on her face as pieces of the bright bag floated around her.

He lay back on his bed, folded his arms behind his head and dozed.

A while later, he awakened as he heard a light knock on his door. He sat up and stared daggers at the white panel.

"What?" he growled.

If she wanted to apologize to him now, it was too late.

"I don't want you in here!" he yelled.

A small plastic case slid under the door. Vegeta stared at it. What was she doing? He reluctantly got out of bed and retrieved it.

If she is still out there, tough, he thought, and studied the object.

Written in permanent marker on the case were the words For the Prince.

Vegeta's interest peaked. He opened the clear case and removed the disc that was inside. He inserted it into the media player that he hardly used and crossed his arms.

After a few seconds, Bulma's face appeared.

She was lying back against the pillows on her bed.

She was wearing nothing, absolutely nothing except ropes of multi strand beads around her neck, ankles and wrists. Even her hair was adorned with them. The bright blue mass was swept up into a waterfall of curls. Three rows of the beads hung over her forehead. An extra long necklace hung around her neck along with a shorter choker version. It hung becomingly over her voluptuous breasts. A strand of the white beads rode low on her hips.

Vegeta stiffened. So…this is what she was up to…hmmm…

"You owe me something, my prince," she ran a finger down her thigh, "and I intend to collect."

Her hand disappeared off the screen and she gasped. He knew what she was doing. She was touching herself.

"Kuso…" Vegeta's eyes widened. He uncrossed his arms.

Bulma giggled and the screen went blank.

Damn the woman for being so clever at seduction. She had not even hinted that she was going to lure him to her in that fashion. Did she think that he would run to her and sniff at her skirts like some dog? The hardness below his waist silently claimed yes.

He frowned at his inability to contain his arousal. Maybe he would go to her room, but not now. He wanted to keep her waiting. It would teach her some humility.

The minutes rolled by. A half hour passed, then another. An hour and forty-five minutes later, Vegeta realized that the woman was not coming to see what was keeping him. He cursed irritably and decided that it was time to go to her.

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She smiled when he entered her room. "For a minute there, I thought that you weren't coming."

"Humph." He sat down on the side of her bed.

Bulma crawled over to him and nipped his shoulder with her teeth. "You're upset."

She stroked his hair. "I thought that you hated my cooking. Why are you angry that I wasn't there to feed you?"

Vegeta grumbled.

Bulma kissed his cheek. "I got dressed up -or rather I got undressed for you." She pressed her breasts against his back, pushed her hands up beneath his black tank top to caress his flat stomach.

"You've been gone all day, onna."

"I know."

"Surely you don't expect me to be in the mood just because you are."

Bulma sat back on her heels. "But I thought that you wanted me to wear this stuff the next time that we…I went to all this trouble for nothing. Do you know how expensive these necklaces are? Damn it Vegeta!"

She turned her back on him and pulled a sheet over her nakedness. After all that I've done for you!

She had wanted to make sure that she had gotten the image right. Costume jewelry would not do for the prince -oh no! She had purchased the exquisite strands of white pearls from a prestigious jeweler. She had spent almost all day finding the right ones to wear. The clasps of the multi strand pearls had to be customized to fit Bulma's lean wrists and ankles.

Did I go through all of that for nothing? She hoped not, because she was on the verge of screaming. I could have stayed home and worked on my inventions. I could have visited father and join mother for brunch. I could have… I could have been here to prepare Vegeta's meals. She had grown accustomed to the task.

Bulma felt the sheet being tugged down. She looked over her shoulder at Vegeta. The Saiyan pulled her into his arms. She gasped in surprise as he kissed her.

"I thought you said you weren't in the mood."

"I lied."

He expected her to be angry. An angry Bulma he could deal with. All he had to do was yell back at her, but the woman's blue eyes filled with despair instead.

"Oh, Vegeta," she cried, "I wanted everything to be perfect."

Vegeta touched the pearl encrusted pasty over her nipple. He prodded at the edges of it the pried it off completely. He stared at the oddity then tossed it carelessly on to the floor. He started on the other one, getting rid of it as well.

"This was a stupid idea," she continued.

"It was my idea onna," Vegeta reminded her.

"Oh…I forgot."

Vegeta straightened to look at her uncovered breasts. His hand rested on one of the pillows and he felt something hard beneath it. He pulled out the uncomfortable object and grinned.

The Kama Sutra.

Bulma nibbled her bottom lip.

"Have you been studying, onna?"

"I-I haven't had the time," she answered.

He opened the book and idly turned the pages. How can he look at them without blushing? She thought. They're all so lurid.

He lingered on an image and looked at her. Bulma's face warmed.

"You concealed yourself, just as it is done in the book," he remarked and caressed one of her nipples with his palm.

Bulma swallowed and said, "You mean with the pasty? Yes."

"Hmm." He studied the image some more, It was a painting of a woman with red tipped breasts.

"I could have used rouge," Bulma explained, "but, that would have been a bit messy."

Vegeta returned to touching her rosy pink nipple, and drew his hand over the other. His fascination for her breasts intensified the desire in her eyes.

"I-I've been thinking of getting them pierced," she told him.

Vegeta halted his hands and looked at her. "Getting them pierced? What for?"

"They'll look hip."

"And just who will be looking at your breasts to know that they are hip?"

She stared blankly at him.

"You are not to mutilate your body, onna! I will not allow it!" he yelled.

"It's my body, Vegeta. I can do with it whatever I want."

"No onna. You are wrong. You belong to me, and when I tell you that I forbid this piercing; you will accept my command and disregard any other foolish ideas of yours."

"What about a belly button ring?"

"NO ONNA!"

Bulma pursed her lips. "Well, you're no fun."

Vegeta touched the jewelry at her wrists and throat. "These stones do not look so bad on you."

"They're called pearls," she told him.

"Hmmm…" he said and lowered his head. She gasped as he took her nipple into his mouth along with the pearls.

"I'm glad you like them," she whispered and buried her fingers in his hair.

His teeth gently pinched her flesh then nibbled at the darker skin around her nipple. The smoothness of the pearls over the area was very stimulating.

He slid one hand down her side and over her hip, caressed the apex of her legs, and then touched her there beneath the small, triangle of blue hair. She was damp with dew. He pulled her thighs closer to him and watched the moisture seep from her. He had barely touched her and she was already aroused.

Vegeta took the portion of the pearls at her waist into his mouth. He licked the skin beneath it and smiled as he heard Bulma's sharp intake of breath. He rolled the pearl across the indent of her navel and darted his tongue inside. Bulma arched her back and writhed.

"You…really like those pearls."

A finger slowly moved along the seam of her moist nether lips, then sought out the warmth that beckoned him. Her body clung to his finger as he prodded at her. Her scent was sweet and delicious and Vegeta was ready to claim her.

Bulma lifted the long strand of pearls to her mouth and ran her tongue over them. Vegeta looked at her and groaned. Her actions stirred him…deeply.

He pulled her to him and lay back on to the bed. Bulma kissed him then straddled his hips and slowly impaled herself upon him. She held her breath as his girth filled her. He was large, and every time that they made love, it was always like the first time. She sat still for a moment, getting used to him inside of her again.

Vegeta stroked her lower back and buttocks his features relaxed even though his body was tense with passion.

Vegeta drew the book closer to them and pointed at a page that she recognized from their previous sexual encounter. A series of intricate positions covered it.

"Begin with this," he ordered and slid his finger over to the other page. "Then we'll worry about that."

Bulma smiled. The first position seemed easy enough. She read the small description of it and almost laughed. Poor Veggie-chan.

She had to use her inner muscles to contract against his member, supporting the stiff rod in her soft channel. She started, carefully doing what the book said. Her movements as she leaned forward took him deep inside of her, drawing a cry from her. She leaned forward, then back, forward and back, rocking instead of bouncing over him.

Vegeta slid his hands up her thighs to cradle her hips. The pearls rode low around her waist. He pressed the smooth spheres into her flesh, caressed the slight swell of her belly with his thumbs. The touch of the pearls and his thumbs made her nipples tingle.

She looked down at Vegeta and placed her palms over his hands. They trembled from her pent up desire.

"Vegeta…" she cried.

"Yes, onna," he said, "it has only just begun."

He was right. She was merely making her limbs accustomed to the stance.

Her softness massaged him, squeezing his rod and holding him securely in place.

"Oh, Kami…" She could feel him pulsing within her.

Her walls gave a premature flutter. Vegeta clenched his teeth. His fingers dug into her hips. A groan came from him. "Stop your suckling, woman," he ordered, "it is too much."

Suckling, Vegeta's term for what was called The Pair of Tongs made Bulma giggle. She was indeed providing some form of suction to his cock. Perhaps Vegeta would allow her to bring him to release with it some other time. It was part of The Woman on Top positions, and Bulma found that she enjoyed it immensely.

"Are you ready, Vegeta?" she asked him, giving him one more loving squeeze.

"The question is, onna, are you ready?" he smirked.

"We'll see."

She moved her legs, placing her feet flat on either side of him. Vegeta smirked and asked her, "Do you need some help?"

Bulma leaned a hand back and rested it on his knee. She braced herself and quickly, but carefully moved her left leg over Vegeta's body to join her right. She was sitting sideways upon him now and had accomplished the first stage of The Top.

She smiled at the Saiyan prince and said, "No, I think I'll be just fine."

Steadying herself with one hand on Vegeta's chest and the other still on his knee, Bulma bounced over him, taking all of him as she simultaneously concentrated on turning again.

The second stage required that she had to be facing his feet. It was tricky work, but she slowly managed to rotate around Vegeta's cock. She felt the variation instantly and whimpered. She reached a hand behind her and felt Vegeta's nipple beneath her palm. It was hard, yet silky soft, just like his shaft.

She drove herself over him and utilized The Tongs technique of leaning forward and back. She pressed her toes into the mattress, arched the soles of her feet, and raised her heels. She threw her head back and let the throbbing deep in her core build and build. It was almost as if her heart had turned into a drum and the drum was pounding inside of her right where Vegeta was.

Her moisture soaked into the dark curly hair that surrounded Vegeta's member.

She looked down at herself and gasped as she saw his solid length disappear between her pink, wet lips. The visual stimulation nearly overpowered her. She closed her eyes and concentrated on riding Vegeta's turgid cock.

"Vegeta…this is…Kami, I…ooohh!" She was at a loss for words.

She wanted to touch where they joined, but was afraid that she would lose her balance.

She commenced the third stage, slowly rearranging herself over him until she was facing him -never once stopping her self-induced penetrations.

She clasped her hands with Vegeta's and rocked. Vegeta looked tense, ready to thrust within her. She fought her longing to let him do as he wished. This was her moment. She would let him have his way later. For now, she was in control.

"Do you like that, Vegeta?" she asked him, and decreased her speed.

His eyes were heavy. "Faster, onna."

"I think I like this better," she told him and squeezed his cock.

Vegeta gasped. His eyes widened in astonishment.

"Mmmm…that felt good," Bulma purred.

"You are…enjoying this far too much," Vegeta said.

"Kami, yes." She squeezed his cock again and shuddered as it twitched inside of her.

"Hurry, onna," a drop of perspiration coursed down Vegeta's temple.

She rushed to perform The Swing. The Kama Sutra said that it was similar to The Top.

Bulma turned on Vegeta until she was facing his legs. She placed her hands on his shins, and leaned forward.

Vegeta sat up, his hands supporting his frame as Bulma doggedly rocked back on to him. Her body moved back and forth as if she was gliding. Vegeta gripped the pearls around her waist as she rode him. He kissed her shoulder and sank his teeth into her nape. She cried out. The strand of pearls around her waist snapped.

His bite had been completely unexpected. The rawness of their joining increased the passion between them two fold. Bulma did not know if she could take it anymore, driving herself over him repeatedly. It was madness, but it was so good.

The pearls fell on to the sheets and Vegeta found something else to hold on to -her breasts. The onna had ample breasts, perfect breasts, breasts made for his hands alone. He teased her hard, pink nipples with his fingers and laved at the flesh caught between his teeth.

Bulma moaned and arched her back, shuddered as her orgasm shocked her entire being. Vegeta held her to him, making the wave of pleasure last. His thighs and cock were drenched with her wetness. Both of their bodies were slick with sweat.

Vegeta released her nape and made a sound akin to a purr. Bulma rolled her head back against his shoulder and sighed. That was…unbelievable. She lovingly caressed Vegeta's arms then stiffened as she realized that he was still hard and inside of her.

"Vegeta, you didn't…"

"Of course not, onna," he smiled.

"Then why did you tell me to hurry?"

"Because I wanted to be in control again," he grinned with a wicked glint in his eyes.

Bulma pouted and said, "Well that wasn't very nice of you."

"I know," he said and adjusted their positions so that she was beneath him. His hips were nestled between the cradle of her thighs. Her body was open to him and he slowly moved into her, drawing a sound of enjoyment from her lips.

He caught the length of pearls in his hand and rolled the pearly necklace over her taut nipple. Bulma moaned at the sensation of his shaft throbbing inside of her and the smooth surface of the beads pressing into her tender flesh.

"You know onna," he told her, "it is a very large book, this Kama Sutra."

He rolled his hips forward and she gasped.

"It may take us forever to learn everything that it contains."

"You…want us to do everything?"

"Hmm." He filled her, over and over, moving her with his strokes, touching her where she was sensitive.

Oh Kami.

He was relentless, making her feel so many feelings, overwhelming her with the pearls and his hands and his words. It became too much for her. Her body shuddered. Her lips trembled. Vegeta pinched her nipples and kissed her as his essence erupted into her. A growl from him vibrated in her mouth. She could feel her own orgasm drenching them both. Soft, wet sounds emanated through the room as their liquid passion mingled.

She kneaded her fingers into his sides, massaging his muscles, as the flow of her excitement burned her body. It was the simplest of sexual positions, one as old as time, but it had had the same effect as any of the Kama Sutra positions that they had tried.

"That was…nice too," she said and kissed Vegeta's cheek.

"Just nice?" he asked and dismounted her, lying on his side. His hand delved between her legs. She closed her eyes as she felt the heel of his hand rubbing her over sensitized nub. His fingers entered her core and thrust in and out of her, mimicking what they had just done together.

Bulma weakly lifted her hips, her body still hungry for his touch even though her physical desires had been sated.

He cupped her breast along with the pearls and nipped at her ear. "Nice is not a word I want to hear, not when we are doing this."

Bulma squirmed. Her fist knotted up in the sheet. Her mouth opened in a silent cry.

"Nice does not suit me at all, onna."

"O…Okay…" she managed to tell him. "It wasn't just nice! It was perfect!"

"That is better," he said and sealed her mouth with his.

Vegeta is such a great kisser! She could have dined on his lips for hours, but Vegeta had other things in mind. He released her and reached for the book again. Bulma settled back on her pillow and sleepily watched him skim through the pages.

The prince's eyes widened as he read the caption above an image.

There is a male version of the top. His cheeks colored. Does the woman know of this? Vegeta studied the image some more. He turned the book upside down in utter disbelief. Surely, a male is not supposed to put his most sensitive parts through such a painful ordeal!

He contemplated tearing the page from the book and tossing it in the trash, but decided against it. He began to think that maybe he could do it…with a little practice.

He closed the book and set it on the bedside table, then pulled the woman to him. He really had to work on making her more energetic. The habit she had of promptly falling asleep after they were finished was becoming an inconvenience.

He cupped her breast in his hand and rubbed his palm over her nipple. Bulma moaned and her eyes fluttered open.

"Did I wake you, onna?" he asked and covered her mouth with his before she had a chance to speak. They could talk later, when he finally had his fill of her for the night.

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Is it as good as the first? I think not, but I did it in the same fashion though -research and constant daydreams! There will not be any more chapters, so don't get any ideas people. You'll just have to use your imagination to figure out what the male version of The Top is. Let's just say that Vegeta would have had to be pretty limber to perform the position! ^_^'