Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Pleading Truths ❯ Chapter 5 ( Chapter 5 )

Whoops! Did I say Fri or Sat? Silly me. Without further ado, but with much apologizing, here's the lemon chapter. Five page sex…. *wipes sweat from brow*

Chapter 5

"Ok…. Yeah…. Thanks, ChiChi. See you later." Bulma hung up with the phone with a tired sigh, turned around, and let out a long and shrill scream, falling back against the wall behind her.

"Jeez, Bulma! That hurt!"

Bulma swung a hand at the orange-clad man who was holding his ears, successfully whacking him on the side of the head as he was occupied with trying to restore his hearing. "Kami! Why don't you try not being such an idiot? Can't you not just pop up out of nowhere and scare the living daylights out of people?"

Goku blinked, rubbing the spot where she had whacked him. "But I didn't 'pop up out of nowhere'. I was at home."

Bulma sighed. "Nevermind. Senzu." She held out a hand imperiously.

Goku lifted an eyebrow and fished the bean out of his pocket. "Are you okay? I mean, ChiChi said something about a bear…."

Bulma took the senzu and stuck it in her pocket. "Fine now. More scared then anything else. It was a black bear. Wolves won't even tangle with a black bear."

Goku looked as if he was slowly processing that information. "Wow! So, how did it hurt you?"

Bulma shrugged. "It hit me across the back, knocked me out a for a few minutes. I think it thought I was dead and left me alone. I'm at least thankful of that!"

Goku nodded seriously, then gazed around with an open expression, grinning. "Where's Vegeta?"

Bulma shrugged. "I have no idea…. He comes and goes as he pleases, the inconsiderate bas-"

"So, you guys getting close?"

Bulma stuttered at the unexpected question; then watched in amazement as Goku clapped a hand to his mouth. "Um, byegottag-!" He vanished before the sentence was finished.

Bulma shook her head, eyes still a little wide, and decided to chalk up the weird behavior as 'Goku' like she chalked up grumpiness as 'Vegeta'. Her and Vegeta-close? Well, she thought so, but how in the world Goku could've known enough to even ask was so-Goku; definitely Goku-like.

Speaking of the inconsiderate one…. She started up the stairs, easing the door slowly open and peeking into the room. She slid through the door and closed it softly behind her, walking as softly as possible to the chair and soaking in the sight of a sleeping Vegeta. How could he keep that scowl on his face?

Despite her quietness, Vegeta's eyes slid open and his head turned to her with a curious expression. She held up the bean in explanation and watched as he tried to sit up.

"Stupid! Here." She quickly moved to him and handed him to the bean. He scowled at her for a moment before taking the senzu and popping it into his mouth, swallowing it dry.

"Jeez, Vegeta! At least take some water with it!"

He frowned at her as he waited for the effects to kick in. His whole body jolted slightly as if shocked and he stifled the sigh of relief that wanted to escape. The drugs had begun to wear off.

He started to swing his legs around and stopped to hold his ears when she shrieked. "Woman! You can do that to Kakarott all you like, but you do it to me and I'll rip your tongue out!"

Bulma's screech immediately halted on her lips and she scowled at the man. "You're naked, Vegeta!"

Vegeta smirked, tilting his head to get the full benefit of the reaction he knew was coming. "What? Can deal with the fantasy but not the reality. I'm probably better than your wet dreams."

As expected, her face went two shades of red from embarrassment and anger. Just how close he was coming with those words Bulma did not want to think about. "Oh shut up and let me get out of here so you can get dressed. Meet me by the Gravity Room when you're done. I'll bring some supplies with me."

He nodded, the mocking smile still gracing his lips, as she turned and tried to hide her mortification by quickly striding to the door and exiting the room. He'd never let her live that down.

Vegeta chuckled as she exited. The woman was so entertaining. He'd hate to think of how bored he would be if he were living with anyone else.

With those thoughts and none of his present problems pressing on him, Vegeta rose and quickly dressed. It was easy to push thoughts away he didn't want to have, but the sun's fast falling made him frown nonetheless. He quickly dressed; leaving his boots off; pulled something out of the drawer of his nightstand, and hurried downstairs.

Bulma was waiting for him by the GR, a pile of stuff in her arms that he raised a brow at. She took the expression for what it was and explained as she turned and opened the door.

"I got some meat from the kitchen I was going to use for dinner. Steaks and the like. Raw, since you seem to like that."

She paused, uncomfortable, and a hand at her back pushed her forward. "I know what you mean. What else?"

"Oh, a couple blankets, a pillow, a change of clothes. I'll hide all these. You can just come out when you need to."

Vegeta eyes narrowed as he looked over the Gravity Room, taking in the structure. It would hold him…he hoped. His black eyes met hers as they gazed worriedly at him. "I'll be fine, woman. You know I turn into an animal. What else did you find out?"

Bulma shrugged. "Well, I found out we have poachers. I'll have to set traps for them…." She sighed. "Honestly, Vegeta, I have no idea. But I should find out tonight."

Vegeta cocked his head to one side. "What do you mean? You are not coming in here-"

Bulma rolled her eyes, taking the items she held in her hand and placing them in the cabinets above the bench and the rack of towels. "Of course not, Vegeta! There is a vid screen you know! I'll just view you from outside the GR."

She heard a pause behind her. "You need sleep."

She turned, a look of confusion on her face. Vegeta was inspecting the meat, inhaling the scent. He looked like he wanted to eat it right then. Of course, he hadn't eaten in awhile. Bulma decided to ignore his comment. "Is your appetite any less than normal?"

Vegeta grimaced, unwrapping the meat and placing along one wall of the dome. "No. I just haven't had time to eat. Nothing unusual. I've gone for days without food before."

Bulma shook her head, turning back to make sure the cabinets were secure, just in case. "Maybe that's why your energy is depleted. Anyways, I'll be making sure you eat if I have to force-feed you. Your body was lacking nutrients, not to mention the dehydration. I'd like to keep you alive until I find out what's wrong and how to fix it." She jumped with a short yell as two hands came down on her shoulders.

Vegeta chuckled. "You are much too hyper, woman. You should calm down. What is it you humans say? 'Switch to decaf'?"

Bulma glared at his smirk from around her shoulder. "You should talk, you little-"

Vegeta hushed whatever insult she was going to spew by pushing her onto the bench so she sat almost sideways, sitting behind her and firmly pulling her shirt up to her neck.

Bulma shrieked and clutched her chest, trying to pull her shirt back down at the same time. Vegeta chuckled, fouling her attempts. "Woman, while this is highly amusing, I don't have time to fight with you. I've got some ointment I want to put on your cuts. Dry cloth and ragged wounds do not usually mix. Besides, I can't see anything from back here unless you keep jerking like that."

Bulma immediately stilled, eyes still wide. "Ointment?"

Vegeta sighed with mock patience as he pulled the tube he had retrieved from his nightstand out and uncapped it. "You humans are so obsessed with infection, I got some-" he paused to read the tube, "anti-biotic ointment. That way I could at least say I had some. It's finally going to be used."

She heard him coating his hands with the stuff, the lotion-like stuff making his hands slap together slightly. "Um, Vegeta? You really don't have to-" She suddenly sighed, leaning back unconsciously and closing her eyes as the hands descended on her back, massaging aches she hadn't known were there with heated intensity.

The smooth hands rolled across her back, kneading the flesh with a gentle pressure. They moved up, then back down, fingers applying a pressure that mimicked the ones the palms created, causing the overall massage to echo several times over her skin. Bulma sighed again and didn't even stop the low sound that came from her throat.

"You like that?" The voice was a bit rough, husky, a bit amused as well. Bulma nodded silently and was rewarded with a chuckle. She felt Vegeta's hot breath hit her neck and realized in some far corner of her mind that he was leaning toward her. She encouraged both the massage and the movement by leaning back and making another low noise.

Vegeta leaned down to the woman's neck, lips brushing the skin there even as his hands tingled from the combined sensation of warm skin and slick ointment. The woman arched up, causing his lips to make full contact with her flesh. He could barely stop his own moan as he took the invitation, suckling on the tender flesh beneath his lips as his hands slowly worked their way around to her stomach, lacing in front of her and pulling her back to him.

Black eyes closed as he allowed his senses to tell him where heated flesh was under his lips and hands. He felt the woman buck back as he clasped the bra by its front, pulling it from her skin and then reaching inside. His mouth rose to catch a breath of air and he was suddenly captured by her own lips as she turned in his arms.

His eyes opened in surprise as her lips worked around his own, momentarily shocked by the assertive move. He smirked against her mouth then and raked his tongue against her teeth. There was no resistance as it slipped inside her mouth, playing against the roof of her mouth and then trailing down to wrestle quickly with her tongue.

She moaned again, tugging at his shirt shoulders with both hands, allowing the hands to slip under the cloth and down, teasing the skin there even as her body pressed up against his and wiggled.

Vegeta used his own hands to reach for the clasp that held Bulma's bra together, making short work of the metal with a simple tug. His hands went back to her front, playing for a while before moving down.

By that time, Bulma had managed to slip one shoulder free of the shirt, half frustrated with the failed effort and half clinging to the tongue in her mouth. She managed to slip her own tongue in Vegeta's mouth and was rewarded by a lull in the attentions on her, allowing her to reach down and pull his shirt up. Vegeta obliged her by lifting his arms and rolling his shoulders so that the shirt came off, bringing his hands back down to continue their trail to the hem of her pants, tugging on the cloth suggestively.

Bulma threw the shirt to the side, not watching as she plunged again into Vegeta's mouth, working her hands over a hardened chest and stomach, delighting in the tiny twitches as she brushed her fingernails over his bronzed skin.

She felt the tug on her pants and raised her butt up enough that he could slide the material down. Her legs were lifted one by one, the pant legs slid down to entrap her ankles. A dissatisfied grunt and jerk later and the torn jeans were thrown to the side with the shirt.

The legs stayed up, wrapping around Vegeta's hips and securing themselves by the ankles. Vegeta's hands ran appreciatively up the legs to the thigh, rolling over the skin there, so enticingly close to the burning, aching place inside Bulma that she leaned her head back from Vegeta's lips and pushed herself into the mound in Vegeta's pants.

She made an inquisitive noise and grabbed at Vegeta's pants, struggling with the clasp to release him.

Vegeta interrupted her clumsy moves with a clumsy move of his own, yanking her arms up and over her head as he pulled on the sleeves of the shirt that was still around her shoulders. She let out an angry grunt and helped his actions with the same rolling movements of the shoulder he had made earlier.

Vegeta paused momentarily as Bulma was fully revealed to him, eyes showing appreciation at the female form before him. The curves were perfect, every part proportioned just right for his hands. He smirked as the woman ignored his eyes and focused on his pants, jerking futilely at the waistband. His hands came down and covered hers.

She gasped at the inhuman heat coming from his hands and snapped her head up, blue eyes caught by the black ones that held a fiery passion with just a hint of an amused glint. As his hands guided her own in taking off his pants, she leaned back in aggressively and possessed his lips again, tongue claiming his mouth with the same amount of passion his eyes held.

He moaned in approval of her dominance and quickly regained his control, managing to get his pants off. How, he didn't know. He was too preoccupied to know at the moment.

Vegeta and Bulma grinded against each other, not at all satisfied at the small, thin cloth that kept them separated.

Bulma once again gasped as Vegeta's head lowered, pushing her back on the bench as he took her panties in his teeth and lifted the elastic, letting it snap back onto her skin with a smirk. He heard a brusque noise above him and lowered again, sharp teeth taking the cloth again and wearing it away. Her scent reached him effortlessly, leaving him momentarily blinded by white light for a moment. When he could see again, her panties had been torn in half and she was gasping, trying desperately to drive herself into his mouth.

"Ve…ge…ta!"

His name on her lips, like that, convinced him he was going to give her anything she wanted right now.

Bulma gasped, eyes shooting open at the feelings that suddenly swept through her from Vegeta's mouth. She shrieked, not bothering to stop herself from bucking into him, hearing strange rumbling noises coming from him as he continued. Her hands threaded into his hair, encouraging him and yanking upwards at the same time as the sensations increased maddeningly.

Vegeta suddenly pulled back, feeling her nearing her climax and wanting to be inside her when it hit. He yanked off his briefs and pulled her closer, the mad gleam in his eyes catching her own eyes so that she sucked in a breath. He took advantage of her lost breath by stealing the rest of it with his mouth and plunging into her at the same time.

Bulma's eyes widened so far she thought they'd pop from her head. The pain ripped through her suddenly and harshly, and tears poured from her eyes. Her legs squeezed, trying to crush his ribs as she breathed through her nose hard. It hurt so much!

Slowly, she felt the pain ebb and realized Vegeta was holding for her, waiting for her to adjust. His eyes were open and as wide as hers. Obviously, he hadn't known she was still a virgin.

She told him she was ready by languidly moving her lips over his, her tongue once again dancing inside his mouth. His eyes closed and he slowly pulled out, thrusting back in and setting up a rhythm that had them both rocking on the bench.

Bulma found herself slowly lowered to the wood of the bench, a hand cradling her head as Vegeta continued to move inside her, rocking them both and digging Bulma's back into the hard surface. It was uncomfortable, but neither was complaining right now.

Vegeta continued to take advantage of Bulma's mouth as he thrust in and out of her, eyes not wanting to open right at the moment. He was close and so was she, and that was all that mattered at the moment.

With a hoarse yell, Bulma yanked her mouth back from Vegeta's, head thrown back onto the bench as she climaxed, Vegeta's name spilling from her lips loudly. Vegeta came a second after her, black eyes watching as Bulma shrieked his name skyward while he yelled his release.

He collapsed on top of her, hearing her grunt as he pressed against her. He grunted himself and shifted, using the last of his strength to roll himself out of her and her on top of him. She settled with a small sigh on his chest as he wrapped his arms around her torso to keep her from falling off.

There was silence for almost ten minutes before he turned his head slightly to look at the clock. One hour till sunset. He sat up; cradling Bulma's sleeping form as he silently rose and padded to the door, setting her on the floor outside it. He frowned down at her before turning and rifling through the cabinet where she had put his stuff.

He came back to her reposed form and lifted her head, settling it back on the pillow and tucking the burgundy blanket she had left for him around her tightly in a cocoon. Hopefully she didn't wake up with a cramp in her neck or back or he'd never hear the end of it.

Smirking to himself at the imagined fight, he entered the Gravity Room and closed the door, locking himself in for the night.

A/N: Wow! It's hot! I don't care if it's 70 degrees outside! It's 90 in here! My first lemon!!! Inspired by yaoi doujinshi…. O.o; Please don't ask…. Fetish…. I *like* Radditz/Vegeta…. Nevermind. The lemon, my first ^_^, was also inspired by lots of lemons by many authors. Next chapter…. HUGE hint. You'll all go, 'Huh? But I said that and you said I was just 'close''. Silly! Like JB said, it's never that simple with me.

Um, I'll say this again. Everyone who has guessed, take what you guessed and turn it around. Vice versa and stuff…backwards…etc. It is not a kitsune…. Heehee

Susan: NO, and I don't blame you. I blame the fact that you can't roll into something nice…. Next chapter reveals the animal, at least….

Gita: Wow, researched, eh? Nope. But you are so close. It is not a kitsune…. But there was stuff on the page I looked at that mentioned kitsune. I guess a fox…yes, it would be the same family…so you are close.

Manawolf: *shrug* Would make a good story…. I might just use that idea, changed-yes! My Kami, woman! You just broke my writer's block on WoB!!! You're a godsend!!! Thank you!!!! I do have an explanation, but I guarantee you will kill me for it…. It's so devious I could pass as Vegeta right now…. Um, isn't the definition of a stallion the fact that it isn't gelded? Anyways, I like Vegeta all vulnerable and stuffs too…. But not so vulnerable he's begging for help or anything. I still want him to be his 'growly', grumpy self….

Louie: Silly. You're assuming…. Ah, Nevermind. What you think this story is about is not what it's about.

JadedBest: Lol Let's see…. Lemon. Not Bulma, not-no! you wouldn't dare! If you do I'll-um, I'll-let something horrible happen in this story…. Wait, already done that….. I'll-just don't stick who I think you're going to stick here! There's only one person who would enjoy a lemon…. Actually, there are quite a few, but only one you'd dare stick in here…. Wonder if I'm right. Um, no. I really don't see what the problem is. Your first guess was correct; kinda. Just turn it around…. Ch 6 reveals a lot!

. : Interesting name…. ^_~ No.

Debido: Ah, bear just kinda popped up. He might come back again, but the bear has something to do with the problem…. ^_^ I hope I answer all of them. Tell me if I don't?

Gie: Nope, but I do like that show. The Oberon/Loki parts were the best. They just complicated the plot all up. My fav episode was where Goliath and the gang came 'back' from Avalon to find themselves in their future. The red gargoyle with the white hair (resembles Jeice, eh?) was mated to Demona…. Those two made a really good pair! I loved it! Anyways, a nice guess, and some cool info, but no. There was a creature in the show that was the part animal that is in this story. ((private musing: *_* I wonder if you'll slap yourself for that….))

Skittlekicks: Nope and nope. Sensual but earthy? Heehee, yeah, Vegeta's real earthy in this story! ROFLMBO You're going to kill me for that! Possessed? I can say for certain there is no possession involved. But if he were an oni, I personally would choose Sesshoumaru to possess him. ^_~

Elbereth in April: You plugged me? *hugs* Thank you! I will update it! I just need my HD to it…. Heehee I may do a Piccolo story. I'm definitely drawing him per my brother's request. He has some really good parts in the Fusion Saga…. Maybe he and Krillin doing the Fusion Dance? Ha ha ha!