Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Power Trip ❯ First Mistake ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: inuy21 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Hentai / Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 09.19.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 402 | Visits: 767 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Hentai / Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 09.19.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 402 | Visits: 767 | Status: Completed
Prompt: "Injured". Word count set at: 300
A/N: This story will be Bulma being dominate! So if you don't like, don't read. BUT, I will try to portray both characters as they should be...so please tell me if I'm OOCing really badly! Other than that, hope you enjoy it ^^
Disclaimer: I do NOT own DBZ or any of the characters. They belong to Akira Toriyama.
Bulma grabbed the roll of gauze from the tray that was sitting next to her. She easily picked up the limp, injured arm; earning a growl from her patient. “If you had just stopped your training instead of forcing your body onward, you wouldn’t be in this situation. It’s your own fault, so just deal with it, macho man,” she told the man sternly but was internally wallowing in smugness. “Besides, I’m almost finished.” Giving him a small smile, she went back to bandaging the arm, making sure not to wrap too tightly or too loosely around his muscles.
The small hospital bed squeaked as he tried to push up with his uninjured arm. A small hand pressed against his chest, easily pushing him back down with his lack of strength. “I’m not staying here….” His rant was cut short as the woman climbed on top of him, straddling his waist.
“You will!” she berated, as a finger pointed in his face. “Even if I have to make you.” Her eyes narrowed and a playful grin graced her features.
“And how is that?”
“I’ve got my ways. The only question is do you prefer the easy way or the hard way?” One of her hands moved back to his thigh, her fingertips grazing the hardened muscles.
His eyes narrowed. “You wouldn’t dare.”
“Oh, wouldn’t I?” She leaned down to rub her nose against his. “I finally have you in the submissive position, and there’s not a whole lot you can do about. Is there?” She sat back up with a satisfied smirk.
His good arm started pushing up again, but it was easily knocked back down. He growled.
“This is going to be fun, and just remember this is all because you wouldn’t take a break and rest your body.”
A/N: This story will be Bulma being dominate! So if you don't like, don't read. BUT, I will try to portray both characters as they should be...so please tell me if I'm OOCing really badly! Other than that, hope you enjoy it ^^
Disclaimer: I do NOT own DBZ or any of the characters. They belong to Akira Toriyama.
Bulma grabbed the roll of gauze from the tray that was sitting next to her. She easily picked up the limp, injured arm; earning a growl from her patient. “If you had just stopped your training instead of forcing your body onward, you wouldn’t be in this situation. It’s your own fault, so just deal with it, macho man,” she told the man sternly but was internally wallowing in smugness. “Besides, I’m almost finished.” Giving him a small smile, she went back to bandaging the arm, making sure not to wrap too tightly or too loosely around his muscles.
The small hospital bed squeaked as he tried to push up with his uninjured arm. A small hand pressed against his chest, easily pushing him back down with his lack of strength. “I’m not staying here….” His rant was cut short as the woman climbed on top of him, straddling his waist.
“You will!” she berated, as a finger pointed in his face. “Even if I have to make you.” Her eyes narrowed and a playful grin graced her features.
“And how is that?”
“I’ve got my ways. The only question is do you prefer the easy way or the hard way?” One of her hands moved back to his thigh, her fingertips grazing the hardened muscles.
His eyes narrowed. “You wouldn’t dare.”
“Oh, wouldn’t I?” She leaned down to rub her nose against his. “I finally have you in the submissive position, and there’s not a whole lot you can do about. Is there?” She sat back up with a satisfied smirk.
His good arm started pushing up again, but it was easily knocked back down. He growled.
“This is going to be fun, and just remember this is all because you wouldn’t take a break and rest your body.”