Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Problem Solved ❯ solution ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ, DB, DBGT or anything related, except for the idea for this fic.

Zookeeper: Ahh! back after...what...4 years?

Reporter: *snoore*

Zookeeper: With a partner as un-cooperative as ever. Oh well! on with the story!

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It was a peaceful day at Capsule Corp.

The old Brief's couple are on a vacation, along with all their pets, a reluctant Trunks, and a yet-to-be-spoiled Bra. The younger couple had the house all to themselves.

Bulma sat in front of her business computer, smiling at the polished pendant in her palm. The little trinket appeared nothing out of the ordinary. It was made up of two hearts, one silver and one gold, entwined, and joined together by a sparkling ruby. It could be used as a necklace, an earring, or a brooch. The perfect valentine's gift.

Bulma chuckled to herself. I'm as good as a designer as a scientist.

In reality, the little piece of jewellery is the young genius' latest invention. It is an instant transmitter... one that allows anybody who wears it have the ability to switch positions in the blink of an eye. It cannot go as far as Goku could with his practiced skills, but it doesn't required years of training, either.

Inspecting the computer analysis for any possible flaws and not finding any, Bulma smiled contently and was just about to put it into its special safe when an all too familiar voice interrupted her.

"Who gave you that, woman?"

Turning around the blue-haired beauty came face-to-face with her Saiyan husband. Her eyes automatically scanned the body she know so well intimately.

Vegeta was wearing a black muscle top along with a pair of black training pants. The garments clung snugly to his well-built, yet not too stocky physique, showing off his finely toned muscles. The small flares around the ankles of his pants that wound make most males look feminine made him seem, if possible, even sexier. The black leather combat boots and fingerless biker gloves gave his appearance a sexy dangerous edge, completed by his thick tail swaying lazily behind him. His face was adorned by the usual frown, but a glint of playfulness shone in his deep onyx eyes.

Bulma, upon noticing the tiny sparkle that only she is able to detect, decided that two can play the game.

"It's nothing. Chi-Chi gave it to me as a birthday present." Bulma stared at the toe of her strapped heels, looking anything but comfortable.

"Like that's gonna fool me." Vegeta said with a smirk, while advancing towards his prey. "You better not be having an affair behind my back, woman."

Bulma had to suppress her giggles as her husband pinned her body against the wall with his own, breathing down her neck dangerously while his tail ran up and down on her thigh.

"And what if I did?" The scientist said slyly, tracing her mate's bond mark with her index finger.

Vegeta growled softly when she touched his bite mark. He began to suck gently on her earlobe. "Then I'll have to beat the suicidal weakling into a bloody pulp, make sure he never gets revived, and deprive you of sex for a month."

"That's cruel." Bulma had to hold back her moan as Vegeta moved from her ear to her own bite mark, teasing the sensitive erotic spot with his skilful tongue.

"It's a part of my nature." The Saiyan mumbled against his wife's neck. "I will not let others claim what is rightfully mine."

"Since when do you go around claiming people as your own?" The blue beauty could barely make out the worlds. Her head is swooning with pleasure.

"Since I met you."

Bulma grinned ditzily. For a moment she looked exactly like her mother, except with blue hair and younger. "I'm honoured."

Vegeta lift his head to meet the turquoise eyes of his love and smirked. "And you damn well should be." With that, he wrapped an arm around her waist and whispered huskily into her ear. "Hold on tight."

Bulma instinctively wrapped her limbs around her husband as one of his hands grabbed her perfectly round behind and took off into the air.

"Mmm...Vegeta? Where are we going?" Bulma frowned slightly as she realized they're flying further away form Capsule Corp Laboratories than they usually do.

"You'll see." Vegeta couldn't help but smirk at his intentions.

Seconds later, Vegeta landed gracefully on an open balcony and stepped into a sparsely decorated, but very cozy little hut.

"Where are we, Vegeta? This place seems kind of familiar." Bulma furrowed her brow a little. I could swear I've been in this place before. The yellow cream curtains, wooden floors, oh and can't forget the mountains of dishes piling in the sink...wait...no...no it can't be! Vegeta you didn't! Oh you did!

"Vegeta! What are you thinking about?! We're in Goku and Chichi's house!" The scientist shrieked in a heightened voice, her eyes practically popping out.

"You'd think I know that since I'm the one who bought you here." Vegeta said in a slightly annoyed tone and resumed his ministrations on his mate's shoulders.

"But...why...we...how...they..." The genius, for once, was at a loss of words.

"I figured the reason that harpy is always bitching about things is because she needs a good screw. And that baka Kakkarot is obviously too stupid to figure it out himself. So what better stimulates them than our alluring pheromone?" Vegeta said matter-of-fact-ly, along with a careless shrug.

Bulma was first too stunned to say anything. When she finally recovered, she discovered that she didn't have any comebacks for that.

"I guess you're right." The blue haired one contemplated with a slight pout, having a hard time concentrating because of Vegeta's arousing actions on her now bared stomach. He had somehow managed to push her onto the couch, and her dark blue camisole now lay in an useless heap on the ground. "But their marriage is really no business of ours, don't you think?"

Vegeta looked his mate in the eye and suddenly became serious. "It becomes my business when that harpy calls you ten times a day to repair all the electronics she smashed because she failed her anger management class. It also becomes your business when Kakkarot wants to spar with me 24/7 since he's got nothing else to vent out his frustration on."

"You know what, that actually made sense." Bulma smiled to herself. "Let's start working then, shall we?"

The Saiyan prince leaned forward the pair locked lips with equally devilish smirks.

Vegeta's hands worked magic as they quickly discarded Bulma's capris jeans, tossing them away recklessly, somehow managing to land them on the ceiling fan. He then stopped at smirked at his scantly clad wife beneath him. She was almost naked safe her black bra and thong set, her strapped stiletto heels neglected since it couldn't possibly stop the lust-filled prince from getting his prize.

Smirking dangerously, the prince tore off the last of Bulma's clothing with his sharp fangs and threw them aside, enjoying the sight of his naked mate...with sexy heels and matching feather earrings on. Mmm...she should do that more often.

Bulma, being the competitive woman she is, of course wouldn't let her husband have all the fun. Her practiced fingers worked their way through the Saiyan's clothing with bewildering speed, while he kicked off his combat boots and tore off his gloves.

The couple ogled each other with hungry eyes, and both at the same time decided to dig into their meals.

Vegeta nipped gently at his mate's bite mark while his hands roamed her soft, delicate, yet nicely toned body. They came to rest at her chest, where he began to fondle the deliciously tender round orbs, his thumb tracing little circles around her candy pink nipples.

Bulma moaned in delight. She is loosing this battle, fast. But she didn't care. She tangled her fingers into Vegeta's dark hair, which is surprisingly soft considering it is able to defy the forces of gravity. Her foot found its way to his slick brown appendage and massaged it gently, but with enough force to draw a low growl out of him.

Vegeta's trail of wet kisses went from the mark to Bulma's jaw, then down her neck and collarbone, and stopped at the valley between her breasts. A familiar smirk made its way to his lips once again as he took in the sight of his helpless prey. It's amazing how sensitive she is. With that in mind, his lips circled a perky little nipple and began to suck gently, and then reversed his movements to the other breast, teasing it also.

"Vegeeetaaaa...." Bulma involuntarily let out a small whimper at the pleasurable feelings she's experiencing. It's amazes her no end that no matter how many times she make love with her prince, every single time feels like the first. The anticipation, the mix of tenderness and raw feelings, and the waves of pleasure...they will never go away.

Vegeta subconsciously twitched his tail at the sound of his name. He loved it when she purred his name like that, and he'll do anything to hear more. While tickling her thigh with his now fuzzied tail, his head (the one on his neck) came lower until he was face-to-face with his mate's delicate flower. He chuckled...one will never believe she is 50 years old--she still looks 25 tops. So the baka Kakkarot did something right after all, making that wish to make our mates age at the same rate as Saiyans. It only serves to give me more time to play with my little vixen here. I'm not complaining.

Bulma squirmed on the couch as she felt Vegeta blow at her aching entrance. She involuntarily contracted her muscles, earning a growl of appreciation from her husband. She closed her eyes as a familiar tongue made its way to her clitoris, which is still sheathed inside its cover. Then the sensation suddenly stopped. Moaning in protest, the tongue returned and plunged straight into her flooding tunnel, lapping up her delicious juices as it did so.

The Saiyan prince smiled inwardly upon hearing the feral cry tore from his lover's throat. Now, who wouldn't love this feeling of absolute power...I'm certainly enjoying this. Amazing, I've even learned to share, to let her take the dominant position sometimes, and to be honest with myself I enjoyed it very much. What's more amazing is I don't feel weak or pathetic doing so...in fact, I think I'm starting to grow fond of it, and not despising myself. Yes, things sure have changed...for the better. But right now is not a time to meditate...I've got my favourite task at hand.

Bulma arched her back and bucked her hips into Vegeta's face, wanting more of his skilful tongue. Soft whimpers escaped from her as the tongue returned to her clitoris again. She opened her eyes and saw a brown furry tail lying beside her hand, completely vulnerable and totally unsuspecting. Grinning to herself, she grabbed the appendage and started to stroke the soft silky fur, especially at the tip.

A low, animalistic growl was heard as the tail twitched and instinctively wrapped itself around the blue woman's wrist, wanting to be petted more. Vegeta tried hard to control himself, and glared at his mate's love button, which is secretly poking its pink little head out of its sheath. Bad move. The Saiyan smirked and launched his assault. He circled his lips around the tiny little thing and flicked it with the tip of his tongue. The results were immediate as his mate screamed his name and her sweet juice flooded his mouth.

Finally restored her breathing, Bulma opened her eyes and saw her husband looming over her with her cum still glazed around his lips. The sight was so erotic to her that she couldn't help but purr again. Then she leaned up and licked her own juice away... which she decided actually tasted pretty good.

Vegeta was quite pleased when his wife started to lick her own cum away. Seizing the opportunity, he pulled her into a searing hot kiss. Grounding his hip against hers, his tail wrapped around his lover's thigh as he revelled in the feel of her fine tremours running through her body. Then, with one swift, fluid motion, he entered her.

Bulma gasped at the sensations rocketing through her body. The way he always fulfilled her, it's beyond words to describe. She felt her moist walls stretch to accommodate his impressive size, a feeling she could never get tired of. Her shallow gasps turned into a throaty moan as he brushed against something deep inside her, exciting her to the core.

Vegeta let out a deep growl once he was sheathed to the hilt by her warm, velvety folds. He loved the way she hugged his every curve, so satisfying yet still making him crave for more. With a gentle nuzzle on her neck he made sure she was alright, and started to move in a slow, almost torturous rhythm.

"Mmm...Vegeta..." Bulma moaned when her Saiyan husband started to move inside of her, brushing against that particular spot every time. Soon enough, her senses began to overload and she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his hip. Her hips bucking involuntarily against her lover, wanting more of the contact.

Vegeta gradually began to speed up, as his wife made delightful little noises beneath him. Her fingers tangled in his wild hair, massaging his scalp. His tail let go of her thigh and had somehow managed to snake between their gyrating bodies, tickling her around her navel. His sharp fangs round their way to the familiar bond mark, and bit into it again, creating two tiny puncture holes as if made by a vampire.

Bulma nearly screamed when Vegeta bit into her neck. Normally, the thought of someone biting her in such a primitive fashion would leave her utterly disgusted and scared shitless. However, all her mind would concentrate on was the great waves of pleasure surging through her body and all ending up around the heat of her groin. Bucking violently and literally begging for her release, the normally collected scientist lost all coherent thoughts as she muttered some inaudible syllables, urging her husband to go even faster, deeper, and harder.

Vegeta smirked at his mate writhing desperately beneath him, and increased the pace of his thrusts according to her demands. Here's one order I shall willingly comply. That was the last conscious thought that crossed his mind before turning into a wild, lust-driven animal depending solely on his instinct and nothing else. Pounding relentlessly into his mate, he started to feel the pressure build within his lower abdomen and coiled his tail around her waist, bringing her towards him, meeting his thrusts.

Bulma thought she was going to die of over-heating soon. The feelings he evoked in her were incredible, and she could feel her orgasm approaching fast. She tightened her hold around her husband's neck, and buried her face into the crook of his neck to stifle the scream she knew was going to come. A soft smile appeared on her face when she felt the tail around her waist tighten its hold on her in a very possessive way.

Vegeta felt his mate's tight walls quiver, and knew she was close. Sure enough, seconds later, an overwhelmed scientist sunk her rather sharp canines into the tender flesh of his neck to stifle her scream, and renewed his bite mark at the same time. Her soft walls made a vice-like grip on his swollen member, increasing the friction even more. He felt the warmth on his length as a wave of Bulma's sweet juices gushed out, coating both of their crotches. Then he felt the small tickling sensation as her juices slowly dripped off his balls, and that was the last string for him. With one deafening roar, he thrust into her with all his passion, his hair flickering gold as he shot his hot, milky seed deep inside her womb.

For a while the room was filled with nothing but the uneven pantings of the sated couple. Vegeta had flipped over so that Bulma is now on top of him, her head resting on his chest as he played with her aqua blue hair. Neither of them uttered a sound as they were both enjoying the silence. Suddenly, Vegeta stiffened and sat up straight.

"Kakkarot and his mate is coming home. We should leave." Bulma let out a surprised yelp as her husband suddenly levitated towards the sunroof, incinerating all of their clothing in the process.

"Slow down!" Bulma couldn't help but shriek. Although she's had her share of floating around in her life both as a scientist and wife of a Saiyan, flying naked in the house of your best friend still isn't her idea of being comfortable.

Vegeta came to a sudden halt and Bulma shrieked again. Catching her lips in a passionate kiss for distraction, his hand sneaked up and undid one black feather earring. Letting it drop carelessly, he again started to ascend, out of the Son residence and towards his own.

After a short flight, Vegeta touched down on the balcony connecting to their bedroom. Bulma smiled. She had the room specially designed to accommodate her husband's "unique" habits. Before she could think of anything else, Vegeta had laid her down on their bed amid a sea of pillows. She purred at the feeling of the cool satin touching her equally smooth skin. The purrs turned into giggles when her Saiyan husband crawled in after her, his heated flesh greatly contrasting with the sheets.

"Tired already?" The Saiyan prince said in a husky voice, blowing against his mate's ear, making her giggle again.

"No way. Not with you, at least." Turning around, Bulma brought her arms above her head in a sultry gesture, daring her husband to make the move.

"Good."

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Reporter: *wakes up* Eh? Isn't this a one-shot? Why is there a next chapter?

Zookeeper: It's kinda like a morning-after thing. Y'know, to keep the readers informed.

Reporter: There ARE NO READERS. Wake up, retard. You suck.

Zookeeper: Why you...

~a fight ensues~

Zookeeper: Between gasps, to prove her wrong, stayed tuned till next time! and review! :)