Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Project: Vegeta ❯ The Seventh Terrace ( Chapter 9 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Bulmaveg_Otaku 
Things that have been building for a while now finally come to a head. No Pun Intended. Not for little children!
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Sci-fi / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.12.2008 | Updated On: 01.07.2009 | Pages: 2 | Words: 8.4K | Visits: 2.0K | Status: Completed
Things that have been building for a while now finally come to a head. No Pun Intended. Not for little children!
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Sci-fi / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.12.2008 | Updated On: 01.07.2009 | Pages: 2 | Words: 8.4K | Visits: 2.0K | Status: Completed
A/N: At last we get to the good stuff! Any and all children under 18 should refer to the milder, more edited version of this chapter on Fanfition.net. This is one of the chapters that earns this story its rating. Language, nudity, and sexual content galore. You have been warned.
Disclaimer: If I did own DBZ there’s no way it would be suitable for children. It would have been more likely to appear on Cinimax after 10 PM instead of Cartoon Network right after school. That said, don’t sue me.
Chapter 9:
The Seventh Terrace
She was standing on her balcony again. This time she was wearing her short khaki shorts and her light green bikini top. Her long legs were mostly exposed to the cool wind and she crossed her arms over her bare stomach, shivering. Vegeta was floating just out of reach from the railing, his hair only twitching slightly in the strong breeze.
“Vegeta?” she asked, frowning slightly as she looked up at him. The moonlight danced through her hair as it tumbled over her shoulders and brushed the almost glowing skin above her breasts. “What are you doing here?” she pulled her arms tighter around her midriff. She turned her head slightly and her hair floated back over her shoulder.
Vegeta rose slowly over the railing and lowered himself to the ground. Standing in front of her he took a small step closer. She watched his face, studied his eyes, and then lowered her arms. Her confusion melted away. She stepped towards him as well. She raised her hand and placed it on his chest.
“Are you sure?” she asked, looking at her hand on his chest and then back into his face. “Are you sure this is what you want?” she moved even closer, her body pressing against his. “Is this,” she leaned forward and brushed her lips against his, “what you want?” she finished, her breath on his lips like the brush of an electrified butterfly.
Vegeta merely growled and wrapped his arms around her tightly. His mouth claimed hers in a crushing kiss. He pulled her to him roughly and thrust his tongue into her mouth. She sighed as she melted into him. Her body fused with his as she wrapped her fingers around his neck, running her hands up into his hair, massaging his scalp and pulling his mouth closer to hers.
Inside Vegeta began to melt. For the first time in his entire life he felt... joy. He felt...
Vegeta sat up gasping. He was still on the massage table. The Woman was gone. Apparently she’d finished the massage and had left him sleeping. The images and emotions from his dream lingered. His chest was heaving, his heart pounding in his rib cage. Any sense of relaxation disappeared in a flash flood of panic.
“What?” he gasped for air. “Why?!” he struggled to breath. Slowly he regained his composure. His heart slowed and his breathing grew less ragged. What spell had that witch put on him with her hands and her “Massage”. What had she done to him?! He would never allow such... thoughts to exist willingly. She must have done something... more poison perhaps. He vaguely recalled having similarly disturbing images pressed into his brain during and after she injected him with that “sedative” and closed him into that dark water-filled hell hole. She must have drugged him again, in his food or, after he’d fallen asleep under her manipulative fingers. The oil! He could still feel the light slick of it on his skin. That had to be it. It had to be an elaborate plot to weaken him. To gain his trust, lure him into allowing his guard down and then brainwash him into thinking he... actually had feelings for... it was disgusting. And it stopped as of now.
He slipped off the table, surprised by the feeling of connection in his body and the boost in his energy. It seemed the massage had proved to be everything promised and more. The more being a means to control and humiliate him. He pulled his clothes on and stormed out into the hallway. He was going to find that miserable wretch and put an end to it immediately.
“Woman!” he roared, he stalked menacingly down the hallway to her room where he could feel her energy signature flickering against his senses like a slow burning candle. He pounded on her door until the weight of his fists forced it to fly open and smash into the wall behind it. The crash brought the Woman stumbling from the bathroom she held a brush in her hand and was dressed the same as before.
“Vegeta? What are you...?” Her protests were cut short as he crossed the room in three long strides. The fury in his expression matching the fire in his eyes causing Bulma’s breath caught in her throat. She backed into the bathroom where she’d been freshening up for dinner. Her backside ran into the sink and stopped her in her tracks. Vegeta was in front of her in a fraction of a second.
“Why!?” he roared in her face. “Did you think you could get away with it and not have me figure it out?! What did you do to me, Woman!?” he was shouting so loud the very room seemed to quake.
“What did I do? Vegeta, what are you talking about? I gave you a massage! I thought that’s what you wanted?” Bulma yelled right back. Her adrenaline was rushed into high gear and her fear made her defense mechanisms kick in.
“Oh, really, just a massage, was it? Do you really think I’m that stupid that I don’t see right through your elaborate plot? Well, I did, and now you’re going to pay!” Vegeta was shaking with unspent rage.
Bulma’s eyes flinched. ‘He knows... but how?’ she thought. Out loud she said, “Look, Vegeta, whatever your so upset about, I’m sure it’s nothing. Why don’t you sit down and tell me what’s bothering you?” she was trembling now. She wondered how she was going to talk herself out of this one.
“I’ll tell you what’s bothering me,” Vegeta spat. “The fact that you thought you could take me, the Prince of All Saiyans, and turn me into some kind of weak, mindless, plaything to use for your own perverted amusement.”
“Now you hold on just a second! I’ve never, not once used you for my amusement.” She pointed a finger at his chest. “Everything I’ve ever done for you I did to try and help you, to help you become stronger and at every turn you’ve done nothing but tear me down and take me for granted. I haven’t been amused. Trying to wade through your emotional mire and make some kind of impression on that impenetrable shield of yours has given me nothing but grief.” she pushed him away from her, giving her a few inches between him and the sink that she hadn’t had before. “Take today for example. I gave you one hell of a great massage and now, you’re in here busting down my door and trying to terrorize me for no reason at all!?”
“No reason!?” he laughed cruelly. “You call drugging me and brainwashing me into... desiring you... no reason?” He said the words as though they tasted like ash in his mouth. “And I suppose you only did it because you didn’t feel I was giving you enough attention, is that it? I never once stopped and admired your beauty or bowed to your powerful mind, so you had to bend me to your will and manipulate me into thinking that I actually wanted to...” he couldn’t finish that sentence at all.
“What are you talking about?” Bulma looked so dumbfounded that, had he not been so pissed, he might have laughed. “I never drugged you or brainwashed you. And you certainly don’t desire me!” she was trying to hang onto her anger, but her confusion beat it out, hands down. “Do you?” she asked her brow creased into an unbelieving frown.
“Of course not!” Vegeta said, a little too quickly. “How could I? You’re weak and vulgar and you don’t know when to shut up...” Vegeta protested, but the genuinely puzzled expression on the Woman’s face was making him falter. Either she was a really good actress and a fantastic liar, or... Or she really had no idea what he was talking about. But if she hadn’t forced him to think and dream those things then why...? He stepped away from her and his own confused look came over him. But he would never... he shook his head trying to force things to make sense.
Bulma watched Vegeta’s internal struggle, her fear and shock turning into sympathy. He just looked so lost and broken. “Vegeta, I would never...” her voice drifted off. He didn’t look like he could hear her anyway. “Vegeta,” she reached out and placed a hand on his arm.
Vegeta jumped as if she’d just sent a 1000 kilowatt jolt through his body. He jerked his arm away and pushed her away from him at the same time, sending her stumbling back against the bathroom sink. “Don’t touch me!” he roared again. His blood was boiling, his thoughts were racing. “Don’t ever... touch me,” he whispered. His eyes looked at her, leaning back against the sink, her chest heaving, her hair tumbling down around her face and over her shoulders just like in his dream... The dream where he had...
Bulma froze in horror as she watched Vegeta struggle for control. His eyes moved over her, and she felt a seemingly inappropriate response to the burning look in her stomach. She tried to think things through. Apparently Vegeta though she’d done something to him to make him... he’d said desire her and want to...? What? She’d never, in a thousand years thought it possible that he’d lower himself to think about her as anything but a means to an end. She’d been trying to earn his trust, maybe even be his friend, but this... she’d never expected this.
Did Vegeta really want her? He was just a man, after all. And she’d thought many times about how lonely he must be. One of only two surviving members of his whole race. There were no Saiyan women left. He would never take a queen, never be king. For the rest of his life he had nothing to hope for, he was the Prince of a dead race. Suddenly she could feel her heart breaking for him. She swallowed, her throat constricting painfully as she struggled to find words.
“I’m not sure what’s been going on with you, Vegeta. I can only guess what your feeling right now,” she had her hands raised in a non-threatening gesture. “It’s just...when was the last time you... had sex with anyone?” she asked quietly keeping her voice low and neutral.
Vegeta snarled viciously. “That is none of your business!” he hissed, his entire body trembling, his every muscle poised to strike. ‘How dare she ask him that!’
“You’re right, you’re right. I’m just trying to make the point that maybe, just maybe, you’re having some... thoughts and feelings... about me because it’s been a while. And not cause I did something to make you think or feel that way but because I’m really the only single young woman around that you’ve had any kind of interaction with. It’s not hard to believe that a healthy guy like yourself has... needs, that maybe haven’t been being met just because you don’t have anyone to meet them with.” She was talking fast, trying to choose her wording carefully because Vegeta looked like he was just about ready to kill her and be done with the whole ordeal, and she didn’t want to die. But this was just about as awkward as it got. If someone had told her this morning she’d be discussing Vegeta’s sex life with him by the end of the day she’d have had them committed.
Vegeta thought about the Woman’s words. It was true that it had been a very, very long time. And she was the only female of his relative age he knew on this planet. He’d never really had to deal with his sexual needs before. And he didn’t really understand what was healthy for someone his age. He’d been removed from his home world and his race as a very young boy and raised among Frieza’s warriors. He’d learned about sex from Nappa and Radditz, who had both been extremely crass and vulgar men. He’d often been disgusted by the way they lusted after women of any species. They were nothing but lower-class guards.
“I am royalty. The last Prince of a mighty race. I am not someone who will allow himself to be lead around by what’s in my pants,” his lip was raised in disdain.
“I would have never said that you were, Vegeta,” Bulma said quietly. “I’m just saying that it’s normal for a man whether he be Human of Saiyan, slave or prince, to have a sex drive. It’s not anything to be ashamed of. In fact, most humans use sexual conquest to raise their social standing since we don’t have the whole, fighting and killing thing anymore.” she was wondering if this could get anymore embarrassing.
“Are you suggesting that I lower myself to your pathetic human standards?” he was losing that violent edge to his voice but Bulma wasn’t sure there was anything she could say at this point that would offend him in some way.
“No, that’s not what I’m saying. I’m just trying to get it through your thick skull that I haven’t done anything to you, that whatever you’re feeling is because you’re a man and I’m a damned good looking woman. It’s really not your fault, a lot of guys are attracted to me. I’m sexy and brilliant, and really really rich. But it isn’t my fault either. I can’t help how I look or any of that and I’d certainly never stoop to trying to force some guy to be with me, no matter how horny I was.” She paused, reeling in the irritation. “So don’t take it out on me that you haven’t gotten laid for a while, okay? Trust me. If I was going to pick someone to seduce it certainly wouldn’t be you!” she thought maybe that would convince him of her innocence and he’d get on with letting her live another day.
Vegeta raised one eyebrow slowly. “Are you saying you don’t find me worthy of mating with you?” he couldn’t believe she considered herself so high and mighty as to be above him. Part of Vegeta responded to the challenge in her words. He would not allow her to think she was too good for him.
“Well, I honestly never thought about it,” she said and then remembered staring at his ass when ever she’d had the chance. “Okay, so, like maybe once or twice. But only because I’m just a woman, and you’re a decent looking man.” She left out the part about his ass.
Vegeta relaxed his fists and stepped closer. “So you do desire me as a bed partner?” He smirked slightly when her cheeks started to turn bright red.
“I... I... no!” she was leaning back against the sink again. Did she want him? Her eyes followed the tense curve of his shoulders and she remembered the feel of his body under her hands. She remembered thinking that he could probably pull her apart with his bare hands and never even break a sweat, and she shivered. But not from fear. She knew he was dangerous, but instead of fear she felt... excitement. She shivered a little under his gaze.
“So,” he said stepping closer, “you don’t fell anything sexual when you look at me?” he was only inches away.
‘Well I do now,’ she thought swallowing hard again and wondering if there was anyway to escape this situation unscathed. She didn’t trust herself to speak so she just looked up at him with what she hoped was only fear in her eyes.
“And if I were to make advances on you then you would, of course, turn me down,” Vegeta said, but he didn’t believe it. Her scent had changed. He could smell her desire mixing with her fear. And he knew that she did feel lust for him, just as he felt it for her. “And just how long has it been since you had sex?” he mocked her as he raised one hand and placed it at her waist.
Bulma gapped at him. “Stop it, Vegeta. This isn’t funny,” she put a hand against his chest to show him she wanted him to stop just as she’d said it, but she really was kind of hoping he wouldn’t. Something in the way he was moving, the way his eyes were burning into her, ignited something deep inside her. It was the danger. She felt her adrenaline flooding her system, and loved that feeling so much.
“You’ll notice I’m not laughing,” Vegeta said his face serious now. His other hand moved up to her waist, but then slid down over the curve of her hip. “You think if I decide to take you here and now that there’s anything you could do to stop me?” He had never forced himself on any woman before and didn’t plan on starting now, but he was pretty certain that he wouldn’t need to.
Bulma clenched her jaw. His promise of violence, how ever slight, only made her heart beat harder. “You wouldn’t,” she made it a statement, knowing she was right, but enjoying the thought that maybe, just maybe, she was wrong.
“Wouldn’t I?” he asked, his face drawing closer to her. His breath was hot on her lips but he stopped, half a thought away. “Tell me to stop one more time and we’ll find out,” he dared her to deny what she felt, what he was making her feel.
For a second Bulma wondered just how her day had managed to take such an insane turn and then she had to make her decision. The pull Vegeta had on her, the way he made her want to help him, the way his loneliness called to her, the way her heart broke for him twisted in her chest until she thought her chest would burst. Add that to her suddenly sparked need for him to touch her and the pull he had on her magnified exponentially.
“I... don’t want... you... to stop,” she whispered breathlessly, her mind fogging over with lust.
“I didn’t think so...” Vegeta whispered and then closed the distance. His body felt a swelling of victory as he claimed her mouth with his own just as he’d done in the dream. She tasted even sweeter then he’d imagined.
She felt a surge of desire unlike she’d ever felt before and then she wrapping her arms around his neck and caressing his lips with her own. His hands on her hips pulled at her and she relished the feeling of his fingers pressing into her flesh. He lifted her onto the sink and she felt her legs wrap around his waist of their own accord. Her mind was blank as she fell into his mouth, his lips and teeth and tongue meshing with her own in a way that was nearly musical. She slid her fingers into his hair, pulling them closer. Her dream had been right. Vegeta was a good kisser. A really good kisser.
Vegeta was also totally lost in the moment. He’d originally intended to prove his point and then leave her wanting, but when the Woman had wrapped her nearly naked legs around him he’d felt himself harden completely and switched to plan B. Her hands in his hair were driving him crazy. Her passionate kiss and soft curves were making him loose his mind. He grabbed a fist full of her hair and yanked her head back. She gasped, but not in pain. And that sound made him sink farther into the madness.
“Witch,” he hissed in her ear, her hair on his face felt smooth as silk. “What have you done to me,” he buried his face in the tempting blue mane and breathed in her lust tainted scent. His shuddered as she took his earlobe in her mouth and nibbled it delightfully.
“Nothing,” she whispered and then licked up the side of his neck. “Yet,” she squeezed her thighs and ground her hips against his rock hard erection.
Vegeta growled deep in his chest and captured her mouth in another possessive kiss. He wrapped his arms around her as he swung her around and pressed her into the wall. He did his own grinding in response and growled triumphantly when the Woman threw her head back and gasped in pleasure. Vegeta took advantage of the situation and pressed his face into the side of her neck, kissing and nibbling on all her exposed, sensitive areas. First it was the spot behind her ear, and then the curve where her neck and shoulder met just inside the collar of her polo shirt. She turned her head to allow him easier access, but her shirt still hindered him from progressing.
Bulma groaned as Vegeta pressed his hips more firmly into her tender core, pinning her to the wall as he brought his hands around to her front. Her addled mind wondered what he was doing as he firmly grasped the front of her shirt with two tightly clenched fists. And then he ripped. With a tearing sound so loud it made her gasp, Bulma was suddenly exposed. Her white push-up bra and the remaining shreds of her shirt that hung from her shoulders were the only thing between her heaving chest and the Princes burning gaze.
Vegeta enjoyed the sight of her breasts pinned back by that silly piece of very human clothing before he decided he’d rather explore her with his mouth instead of his eyes. His teeth brushed along her collar bone and then his lips found the soft place at the base of her neck.
Bulma shivered with his teasing kisses that made her breath catch and her stomach clench, and all she could think was ‘More! I want more!’ She gripped his hair and bowed her body, moaning softly into his ear. And then suddenly there was a jolt of pain as he bit her, his teeth digging into her shoulder. Not hard enough to break the skin, but enough to get her attention. “Dammit, Vegeta,” she growled and bucked her body, pushing them away from the wall. Vegeta stumbled backwards and out of the bathroom, refusing to give up his hold on her tender flesh. He did however, replace his teeth with his tongue, licking and sucking on the now tender area.
Bulma felt the pain dissolve into a pleasure so intense she wouldn’t have previously though possible. “Oh, Kami!” she groaned and gripped his shoulders, digging her nails in slightly. Vegeta chuckled into her skin, the vibrations of it increasing the sensation even more. Bulma threw her weight forward and Vegeta toppled backwards onto her bed. The bounced together for a second and then Vegeta continued his assault on her shoulder.
Bulma felt that familiar pressure starting to build between her legs. It was insane to believe he’d caused such a reaction and he still hadn’t hit any of the major erogenous zones yet. The jolts of ecstasy he was eliciting from just a bit of necking were enough to make her feel so good, so quickly. She marveled at his skill. It had never been like this with Yamcha.
Vegeta finished at the Woman’s neck with one final lick that made her body jerk yet again. In a flash he rolled them over and put himself on top. With some skillful maneuvering he had her legs trapped between his knees in a few seconds and her wrists pinned out at her side. He pressed her into the bed feeling her start to squirm.
“Vegeta...” she nearly snarled in frustration, “What do you think you’re doing?” she asked, squirming harder.
“Teaching you a lesson, Witch,” he whispered with just enough threat in his voice to excite her more. She shivered beneath him. She stilled her body and looked up at him. She widened her eyes slightly and pouted out her bottom lip.
“Don’t hurt me, Vegeta,” she whispered, her voice shaking with something other then fear. “I’ll do anything you want...” she fluttered her eye lashes at him, her voice making all sorts of unspoken promises.
Vegeta felt a deep, low, jerk in his body at her words and her expression. He didn’t think it was possible for him to get any harder. “You’re damn right you will,” he leaned closer to her but kept their upper bodies from touching. Bulma raised her body as far off the bed as she could, aching to kiss that smug look right off his face. Vegeta pulled back, just out of reach and smirked when she whimpered slightly.
“Damn you, Vegeta,” she whispered, pouting out her lip even more. Vegeta moved quickly, taking her lip into his mouth and sucking on it. She moaned against his lips and took up her squirming once again.
The way her hips kept pressing up into the swollen bulge of his cock was nearly painful. He released one of her wrists in order to use one hand to press her hip into the bed. “Stop wiggling, Woman,” his words rumbled from his chest..
“What’s the matter, Vegeta?” Bulma asked as she slid her now free hand down his chest to the bottom of his tank top. “Does that bother you?” she raised her other hip and at the same time she pushed her hand up under his shirt to brush the tight skin of his abs with her fingers.
Vegeta’s eyes rolled back in his head and he struggled not to moan. “Woman...” he whispered, a threatening edge to his voice again.
Bulma ran her hand farther up his stomach and to his chest where she found her target. One small, tightened man nipple. She racked her nails across it lightly and laughed at the way Vegeta responded, bitting his lip and shutting his eyes tightly.
“Oh, no you don’t,” she whispered. Then, using all her strength she shoved against his chest and rolled them over. Taking advantage of his momentary loss of concentration she straddled his hips and pushed up his shirt. She lowered her body, and kissed his stomach lightly. Moving her way up his chest to his nipples again. When she licked a small circle round one of them Vegeta slid his fingers into her hair. And when she flicked her tongue across it he squeezed his fists and pulled her hair slightly. In retribution she took it into her mouth and raked it with her teeth, nibbling it and sucking on it in delicious tandem
Vegeta was coming close to losing his battle of silence. Instead he turned his moan into a single word. “Woman,” he said the guttural sound of it vibrating his chest underneath her.
“My name,” she said as she moved to the other side of his chest. She administered the same treatment to his other nipple. Vegeta’s back arched slightly his fingers flexing and relaxing in her hair. “Is Bulma,” she scratched a path down his rippling abs with her nails.
Vegeta snarled and pulled her face towards him, preparing to give her a sound tongue lashing, but at the last second she rebelled and pulled back from his lips. “Say it,” she whispered, denying him. “Say my name.”
“Never,” he whispered, narrowing his eyes in defiance. Again he tried to reel her in and again she refused to cooperate.
“Say it, Vegeta, or else...” she was ready to be just as stubborn as him.
“Or else, what?” he laughed. “As if you could stop and refuse me now,” he slid one hand down, over her shoulder, brushing the growing hickey he’d given her. She shivered despite her best efforts. “Admit it, you want me so bad you can taste it,” he ran his hand down between her breasts, teasing her cleavage for a second before moving even lower. Bulma did her best not to respond. And she might have succeeded, had he not gone all the way lower. The second his thumb brushed over the crease of her short’s seam and pressed into her own swollen flesh she lost it.
Vegeta smirked in triumph as the Woman threw back her head and gasped for air in quick short breaths. “Besides,” he pulled her head down again, meeting less resistance this time. “I believe you already promised to do anything I wanted...” his words ended with her lips against his once again. Instead of a crushing possessive kiss, this time their mouths moved in a passionate, hungry dance. Her demands forgotten, Bulma fed at Vegeta’s lips, sucking on his tongue, nibbling on his lips, licking the back of his teeth.
His hand moved, mercifully, back to her hip. His fingers now played along the top of her shorts with surprisingly gentle caresses. He brushed his hands up her back underneath the remnants of her shirt. He slid his hand under the front of her still together sleeves and pushed them back, off her shoulders and down her arms. The rough skin of his training hardened palms danced lightly over her shoulders and arms as he rid her of the ruined garment. They continued back up to her shoulders. His thumbs slid under the straps of her bra and then those too were pushed over her shoulders. With the support of her shoulder straps all but gone her breasts threatened to fall out all together, but managed by sheer force of will to stay tucked into the cups of her bra. Barely.
Vegeta’s mouth moved hungrily to Bulma’s chin and down her neck leaving a trail of wet, urgent kisses. Bulma’s own mouth persistently sought any chance it could to press hungrily against his jaw and his throat catching needy little snippets of his faintly salty flesh.
Things seemed to drop into slow motion as Vegeta’s mouth found the top of one breast for the first time. They seemed to slow together. Bulma pushed a lock of hair behind her ear while Vegeta rested his forehead against he shoulder and panted while his hands gripped her waist.
Vegeta shifted them slowly so that he was sitting up, Bulma straddling his lap lifted above him slightly. Together they paused to catch their breath. His eyes met her’s, locking on to her face. The way her eyes stayed half closed in lust, the way her now swollen lips parted slightly with each breath she took. She tilted her head a little to the left and her hair fell around her face.
With a kind of tenderness she wouldn’t have thought possible Vegeta reached up to push her hair back over her shoulder. His fingers took hold of one lone curl and he rubbed it between finger and thumb feeling it’s softness. Bulma watched him for another second. Then, slowly she reached behind her and unclasped her bra hooks. She dipped her shoulders forward just enough to start it sliding down her arms and into his lap.
Vegeta’s eyes dropped from her hair to her now naked breasts. His fingers released her hair and dropped down in front of her. He hesitated, his face showing a mixture of awe and lust. Then he cupped her in his hands and squeezed gently. His thumbs brushed over her nipples both at the same time and she shivered with the pleasure of it.
“I will have all of you,” Vegeta said, his voice deep and hoarse. He slid his hands down so that he held her ribs, just under her breasts and lifted her slightly. She rose up on her knees and leaned into him. He needed no encouragement to bury his face in her cleavage. He kissed and licked and bit at her tits while she clutched his hair with her fingers and made little mewling sounds of appreciation. No part of her heaving bosom went without attention. He laved her areolas with long slow strokes of his tongue and when he finally took one of her hardened tips into his mouth to suckle she moaned so loudly into his ear his whole body vibrated with the sound of it.
“Shush, Woman,” he scolded and then moved to the other constricted point. Bulma bit her lip hard enough to draw blood in an attempt to comply with his command. “Good girl,” he whispered, finally releasing her from the torture of his mouth.
Suddenly Bulma felt as though she were flying through the air. Vegeta had tossed her over his shoulder to the top of the bed. She squeaked in surprise and grunted when she landed amidst her many pillows. “What do you think you’re doing?” she scowled breathlessly. In no time at all he showed her exactly what he was doing.
Vegeta took a few seconds to undo her shorts before yanking them off harshly. He pulled them down quickly and then paused at the sight of her dainty panties. White to match her bra they were very tiny and edged in a delicate lace. The strings that wound around her hips to the back were so thin they were almost non-existent. Vegeta raised an eyebrow as if questioning why she bothered with such pointless garments. Then in a flash, those two were gone, ripped suddenly from her before she could even think of protesting.
Bulma panted harder now that she was fully exposed, lying in a mess of pillows and watching Vegeta as he took in the sight of her wet pussy. He pressed her legs apart slowly and lowered himself towards her. Bulma gasped. This was something Yamcha had never done for her. Something she’d longed for since she’d first heard whispered rumors of such an act in the girl’s locker room at school.
Vegeta growled, inspired by her intense reaction and then breathed in her scent. It filled his head driving away all though and leaving behind only burning desire. He flicked a tongue over her nearly hairless mound, licking up the slit in her juicy mound. Her hips bucked so wildly that Vegeta had to press them back into the bed roughly.
He smiled his infamous smirk number 12 and leaned forward again, blowing lightly across her tender, soaking flesh. Her hips pressed back against his hands but it was nothing for him to keep her pinned to the bed. And then he kissed her. Just as he’d drank of her mouth, he kissed her lower lips, using tongue and teeth and lips to drink of her most intimate parts.
Bulma gripped the blankets and whipped her head back and forth. “Oh, Kami...” she moaned going out of her mind with the sensation of it all. She pulled a pillow to her face and bit into it. A scream was forming that she couldn’t keep in. She hopped the pillow would keep her mom and dad from hearing her... It was her last thought as Vegeta spread her with his fingers and claimed her clitoris with his mouth. Sucking and worrying it between his teeth mercilessly he brought her screaming her first orgasm into a pillow. He took his time lapping up he sweet come, with his delightfully talented tongue, sliding it in and out of her to get more or the precious fluid.
Bulma collapsed back into her pillows, her arms dropping to her side as she gasped for air. It had been even better then she’d ever imagined. After a few minutes she looked up to find Vegeta looking very pleased with himself. Like the cat that got the canary. Or the bowl of sugary warm milk.. He licked his lips and knelt over her, climbing up until he could kiss her still parted lips. She kissed him back the second she felt her strength coming back, wrapping her arms under his, around his back she pulled up his shirt. Breaking the kiss for a brief second she yanked it up over his head and tossed it away. Then she slid her hand down his spine, to his tail spot. She pressed into it with her fingertips giving him no warning.
Just as she suspected he spasmed against her, a moan ripped from his throat as she put more pressure into that ultra-sensitiva place. “Woman!” he roared pulling out of her reached and sitting back on the bed next to her.
Bulma gave him her most innocent expression. “What, Veggy-chan?” she asked sticking a finger tip into her mouth and sucking it suggestively.
“I warned you about that,” he smirked. “And now, you’re going to pay...” he leapt at her, but she’d predicted his move and rolled out of the way. She laughed openly as she moved quickly, crawling to the edge of the bed, away from him, in an attempt to get away. She was surprisingly fast, but Vegeta was faster. He caught her around the waist with one arm as she attempted to leap from the bed.
“Going somewhere?” he asked her seductively, whispering against her hair. He pulled her against him, pressing his still swollen member into her ass. The thin fabric of his athletic pants all that separated them. The silky feel of it sliding between them made her tremble with need. He felt her shaking and chuckled in a most devastating manner. “You like that, do you?” He ground against her harder, she cried out and bowed her back to press against him even more. “Feel something you need?” he teased, his free hand slid between her thighs and he pressed a finger against her ready opening. “Here...” he moaned. “Is that where you want it?” he asked, running his finger around the edges of her pussy. She moaned and panted, unable to do anything under his unrelenting hands.
Bulma felt a smirk of her own creeping up her face. “No,” she whispered suddenly.
“No?” Vegeta asked, preparing to punish her defiance. “You lie, Woman. I’ve tasted your need.” He slid the finger into her ruthlessly. Bulma couldn’t help but groan and press her hips down into his hand. “See, even now you’re practically begging me for it with your every move, your every breath.”
“First,” she panted, trying to get back her control. “First I want to taste you,” she breathed the words trying not to sound like she was begging. Vegeta’s chest vibrated with his laughter.
“Greedy, Bitch,” he slid his finger out of her and raised it to her lips. “You can taste this...” He pressed his finger between her lips and she responded hungrily sucking her own come off his finger. “As for your request... all in good time. But right now, I think I’m done playing with you.” He pulled his finger from her mouth and the arm around her waist disappeared.
“No!” she sagged slightly feeling the loss of his touch in every cell of her body. “But, Vegeta,” she did beg this time, and started to turn to face him.
Vegeta let go of the Woman and quickly rid himself of his pants while she pleaded. Then, when she started to turn he grabbed her hips and forced her to stay. He slid closer, the now free point of his cock brushed lightly against the swell of her ass. Bulma froze, realizing that his intentions were not to abandon her in her hour of need, but give her yet another things he’d only wished for with Yamcha.
Vegeta moaned quietly with the first touch of her skin against his anxiously waiting dick. He was so hard he though he might burst at any second. He needed to go slowly now. Then the Woman did something he hadn’t expected at all. She bent over, pressing back into him. Then she flipped her hair and started over her shoulder at him. Her expression read of such wanton lust that he lost the ability to go slowly. He pulled her hips back against him and buried himself inside her with one quick stoke.
Bulma’s back arched as she felt him stretching her insides with his sudden entrance. She had lubricant running down the insides of her thighs she was so wet, and yet he was big enough she still felt as though he were ripping her open. He pushed all the way in the first time and the length of him shoved so far in she felt him bump her cervix. The delicious pain of it made her forget her concern with staying quite. She screamed, the sound of it awakening her animal side. She growled and thrashed against him, wanting him to hurt her just a little bit more.
Vegeta let go of any hesitation then and started pumping away. Her sopping wet pussy made sucking noises as he forced his cock in and out as fast as he dared with out really hurting her. He combined the force of thrusting his hips with his hands on her hips pulling him against him. It wasn’t long before he felt her coming again, the walls of her already tight cunt squeezing him even tighter nearly brought him along with her, but he grit his teeth and held on. Roaring with frustration that he wouldn’t last much longer he pulled out of her and held her away from him while he panted, regaining control. He shoved her to the side, sprawling her across the bed. Then he stepped off the bed and turned back to her quickly. Grabbing her behind the knees he pulled her back towards him till her ass was right on the edge of the bed. Then he forced her legs in the air, his hands sliding up her calves to grip her ankles.
He was back inside her in seconds, pumping away again, only this time he watched her face and the way her breasts bounced up and down in time with his thrusts. She was long past caring how he did her, as long as he did. Bulma gripped the sheets in two tight fists and held on while Vegeta fucked her senseless.
Having taken that short reprieve Vegeta managed to keep going another half-dozen pleasure filled minutes. As he neared the end of his control he met her eyes. Her glazed over look cleared as she caught his gaze and licked her lips.
“Come on, Baby, let it all go” she whispered. “Come for me, Vegeta,” she panted never letting her eyes move from his. He drowned all his anger and fear and disappointment in himself in her pulsing vagina. He shouted right along with her as he continued to pound her over and over and over. He closed his eyes and let his head fall back. Giving it one last shuddering thrust he gave into the release. Caring for nothing in that moment but shooting his seed into her eagerly waiting pussy, Vegeta let go. He felt a surge of energy that surpassed any orgasmic experience he’d ever had, and let out a roar as he spent himself completely inside Bulma. He heard her gasp with yet another orgasm. Wave after wave of ecstasy, he filled her with his come and then, when the last of it was gone, he collapsed between her legs and slipped into welcome darkness.
Bulma laid beneath Vegeta’s weight, her hands absently stroking his back as she enjoyed the tingling feeling that ran from her hair to her toes. Not quite a pins and needles feeling, it was most pleasant. Slowly, she came back to herself, to find herself being pressed deep into the mattress by his entire body. He was still inside her, though he had spent himself, and he was only semi-erect. She tried to get his attention by wiggling her hips back and forth. There was no response.
“Vegeta,” she whispered. His ear was pressed between her breasts and his hair was in her face. She craned her neck to try and get a look at his face. “Hey,” she tried to shake his shoulder. It was not use. Vegeta was down for the count. She was starting to have some trouble breathing. He was so heavy! She tried to push him off her, but he was too heavy. She tried to slid out from under him, but, even through their bodies were slick with sweat, he still pressed her to far into the bed. Plus, her legs were still hanging off the edge of the bed and she couldn’t get any leverage.
“Vegeta!” she said loudly, she put her hands against the tops of his shoulders and shook him. He moaned briefly and she started to smile with success. Then she just buried his face in her cleavage and fell back to sleep. She groaned, but not from pleasure this time. “Hey, you! Dead Weight! Come on, Vegeta! I can’t...”she started trying to buck him off at the same time she shoved down on his shoulders, “...breathe!” she screamed as they toppled off the side of the bed. She landed, sprawled against his body in a heap of limbs and hair.
Laughing with success she rolled off of him, sighing with loss when she pulled herself off of him and felt him leave her body. She laid next to him, her head resting across his sprawled arm. She couldn’t believe that hadn’t woken him up. “You must be exhausted,” she chuckled and curled against him a little more. “I know I am.” she whispered and kissed his shoulder. Then she grabbed a sheet off the bed and pulled it over the top of them before joining him in dream land.
Bunni Briefs had just come in from the garden and started working on dinner. She decided on something quick and easy, grilled chicken with steamed corn and fluffy white rice with chicken gravy. It was ready with in 20 minutes and she started setting the table. Her husband walked into the room just then, carrying a newspaper and his little Kitty.
“Oh, there you are, dear.” Mrs. Briefs smiled. “I was just getting ready to call everyone for dinner. Would you mind telling Bulma and Vegeta that the food is ready,” she asked him placing the food in the center of the table. She didn’t even notice his face turning bright red.
“Actually, dear, I don’t think either of them will be joining us this evening,” he mumbled and sat at the table burring his face in the newspaper. “I imagine they are rather... preoccupied.”
“Meow,” Kitty agreed.
Vegeta awoke slowly. His senses systematically made note of his surroundings. He was on the floor. He could feel fabric and flesh. And hair, there was hair just beneath his chin. And he smelled sex. Lots of it. His eyes flew open and he looked down. The Woman was draped over him, one leg entwined with his, one arm across his stomach. Her head rested in the crook of his shoulder. She was sleeping now, breathing softly against his skin.
He remembered what had happened. He remembered what they’d done and how it had felt. He didn’t recall how they’d ended up on the floor. He considered throwing her off of him and storming out. Then he glanced over at the balcony. The sun was still in the process of setting. It was still his day off. He’d deal with this mess tomorrow. Besides, he was totally exhausted. He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her body closer. ‘Just until tomorrow,’ he told himself.
(More Lemony Goodness to follow. Sorry if any of you were offended. I do have a tendency to get carried away...)
P.S. The Seventh Terrace is a reference to Dante’s Purgatorio where the Lustful are purged by burning in an immense wall of flame and are purified by the fire.
Disclaimer: If I did own DBZ there’s no way it would be suitable for children. It would have been more likely to appear on Cinimax after 10 PM instead of Cartoon Network right after school. That said, don’t sue me.
Chapter 9:
The Seventh Terrace
She was standing on her balcony again. This time she was wearing her short khaki shorts and her light green bikini top. Her long legs were mostly exposed to the cool wind and she crossed her arms over her bare stomach, shivering. Vegeta was floating just out of reach from the railing, his hair only twitching slightly in the strong breeze.
“Vegeta?” she asked, frowning slightly as she looked up at him. The moonlight danced through her hair as it tumbled over her shoulders and brushed the almost glowing skin above her breasts. “What are you doing here?” she pulled her arms tighter around her midriff. She turned her head slightly and her hair floated back over her shoulder.
Vegeta rose slowly over the railing and lowered himself to the ground. Standing in front of her he took a small step closer. She watched his face, studied his eyes, and then lowered her arms. Her confusion melted away. She stepped towards him as well. She raised her hand and placed it on his chest.
“Are you sure?” she asked, looking at her hand on his chest and then back into his face. “Are you sure this is what you want?” she moved even closer, her body pressing against his. “Is this,” she leaned forward and brushed her lips against his, “what you want?” she finished, her breath on his lips like the brush of an electrified butterfly.
Vegeta merely growled and wrapped his arms around her tightly. His mouth claimed hers in a crushing kiss. He pulled her to him roughly and thrust his tongue into her mouth. She sighed as she melted into him. Her body fused with his as she wrapped her fingers around his neck, running her hands up into his hair, massaging his scalp and pulling his mouth closer to hers.
Inside Vegeta began to melt. For the first time in his entire life he felt... joy. He felt...
Vegeta sat up gasping. He was still on the massage table. The Woman was gone. Apparently she’d finished the massage and had left him sleeping. The images and emotions from his dream lingered. His chest was heaving, his heart pounding in his rib cage. Any sense of relaxation disappeared in a flash flood of panic.
“What?” he gasped for air. “Why?!” he struggled to breath. Slowly he regained his composure. His heart slowed and his breathing grew less ragged. What spell had that witch put on him with her hands and her “Massage”. What had she done to him?! He would never allow such... thoughts to exist willingly. She must have done something... more poison perhaps. He vaguely recalled having similarly disturbing images pressed into his brain during and after she injected him with that “sedative” and closed him into that dark water-filled hell hole. She must have drugged him again, in his food or, after he’d fallen asleep under her manipulative fingers. The oil! He could still feel the light slick of it on his skin. That had to be it. It had to be an elaborate plot to weaken him. To gain his trust, lure him into allowing his guard down and then brainwash him into thinking he... actually had feelings for... it was disgusting. And it stopped as of now.
He slipped off the table, surprised by the feeling of connection in his body and the boost in his energy. It seemed the massage had proved to be everything promised and more. The more being a means to control and humiliate him. He pulled his clothes on and stormed out into the hallway. He was going to find that miserable wretch and put an end to it immediately.
“Woman!” he roared, he stalked menacingly down the hallway to her room where he could feel her energy signature flickering against his senses like a slow burning candle. He pounded on her door until the weight of his fists forced it to fly open and smash into the wall behind it. The crash brought the Woman stumbling from the bathroom she held a brush in her hand and was dressed the same as before.
“Vegeta? What are you...?” Her protests were cut short as he crossed the room in three long strides. The fury in his expression matching the fire in his eyes causing Bulma’s breath caught in her throat. She backed into the bathroom where she’d been freshening up for dinner. Her backside ran into the sink and stopped her in her tracks. Vegeta was in front of her in a fraction of a second.
“Why!?” he roared in her face. “Did you think you could get away with it and not have me figure it out?! What did you do to me, Woman!?” he was shouting so loud the very room seemed to quake.
“What did I do? Vegeta, what are you talking about? I gave you a massage! I thought that’s what you wanted?” Bulma yelled right back. Her adrenaline was rushed into high gear and her fear made her defense mechanisms kick in.
“Oh, really, just a massage, was it? Do you really think I’m that stupid that I don’t see right through your elaborate plot? Well, I did, and now you’re going to pay!” Vegeta was shaking with unspent rage.
Bulma’s eyes flinched. ‘He knows... but how?’ she thought. Out loud she said, “Look, Vegeta, whatever your so upset about, I’m sure it’s nothing. Why don’t you sit down and tell me what’s bothering you?” she was trembling now. She wondered how she was going to talk herself out of this one.
“I’ll tell you what’s bothering me,” Vegeta spat. “The fact that you thought you could take me, the Prince of All Saiyans, and turn me into some kind of weak, mindless, plaything to use for your own perverted amusement.”
“Now you hold on just a second! I’ve never, not once used you for my amusement.” She pointed a finger at his chest. “Everything I’ve ever done for you I did to try and help you, to help you become stronger and at every turn you’ve done nothing but tear me down and take me for granted. I haven’t been amused. Trying to wade through your emotional mire and make some kind of impression on that impenetrable shield of yours has given me nothing but grief.” she pushed him away from her, giving her a few inches between him and the sink that she hadn’t had before. “Take today for example. I gave you one hell of a great massage and now, you’re in here busting down my door and trying to terrorize me for no reason at all!?”
“No reason!?” he laughed cruelly. “You call drugging me and brainwashing me into... desiring you... no reason?” He said the words as though they tasted like ash in his mouth. “And I suppose you only did it because you didn’t feel I was giving you enough attention, is that it? I never once stopped and admired your beauty or bowed to your powerful mind, so you had to bend me to your will and manipulate me into thinking that I actually wanted to...” he couldn’t finish that sentence at all.
“What are you talking about?” Bulma looked so dumbfounded that, had he not been so pissed, he might have laughed. “I never drugged you or brainwashed you. And you certainly don’t desire me!” she was trying to hang onto her anger, but her confusion beat it out, hands down. “Do you?” she asked her brow creased into an unbelieving frown.
“Of course not!” Vegeta said, a little too quickly. “How could I? You’re weak and vulgar and you don’t know when to shut up...” Vegeta protested, but the genuinely puzzled expression on the Woman’s face was making him falter. Either she was a really good actress and a fantastic liar, or... Or she really had no idea what he was talking about. But if she hadn’t forced him to think and dream those things then why...? He stepped away from her and his own confused look came over him. But he would never... he shook his head trying to force things to make sense.
Bulma watched Vegeta’s internal struggle, her fear and shock turning into sympathy. He just looked so lost and broken. “Vegeta, I would never...” her voice drifted off. He didn’t look like he could hear her anyway. “Vegeta,” she reached out and placed a hand on his arm.
Vegeta jumped as if she’d just sent a 1000 kilowatt jolt through his body. He jerked his arm away and pushed her away from him at the same time, sending her stumbling back against the bathroom sink. “Don’t touch me!” he roared again. His blood was boiling, his thoughts were racing. “Don’t ever... touch me,” he whispered. His eyes looked at her, leaning back against the sink, her chest heaving, her hair tumbling down around her face and over her shoulders just like in his dream... The dream where he had...
Bulma froze in horror as she watched Vegeta struggle for control. His eyes moved over her, and she felt a seemingly inappropriate response to the burning look in her stomach. She tried to think things through. Apparently Vegeta though she’d done something to him to make him... he’d said desire her and want to...? What? She’d never, in a thousand years thought it possible that he’d lower himself to think about her as anything but a means to an end. She’d been trying to earn his trust, maybe even be his friend, but this... she’d never expected this.
Did Vegeta really want her? He was just a man, after all. And she’d thought many times about how lonely he must be. One of only two surviving members of his whole race. There were no Saiyan women left. He would never take a queen, never be king. For the rest of his life he had nothing to hope for, he was the Prince of a dead race. Suddenly she could feel her heart breaking for him. She swallowed, her throat constricting painfully as she struggled to find words.
“I’m not sure what’s been going on with you, Vegeta. I can only guess what your feeling right now,” she had her hands raised in a non-threatening gesture. “It’s just...when was the last time you... had sex with anyone?” she asked quietly keeping her voice low and neutral.
Vegeta snarled viciously. “That is none of your business!” he hissed, his entire body trembling, his every muscle poised to strike. ‘How dare she ask him that!’
“You’re right, you’re right. I’m just trying to make the point that maybe, just maybe, you’re having some... thoughts and feelings... about me because it’s been a while. And not cause I did something to make you think or feel that way but because I’m really the only single young woman around that you’ve had any kind of interaction with. It’s not hard to believe that a healthy guy like yourself has... needs, that maybe haven’t been being met just because you don’t have anyone to meet them with.” She was talking fast, trying to choose her wording carefully because Vegeta looked like he was just about ready to kill her and be done with the whole ordeal, and she didn’t want to die. But this was just about as awkward as it got. If someone had told her this morning she’d be discussing Vegeta’s sex life with him by the end of the day she’d have had them committed.
Vegeta thought about the Woman’s words. It was true that it had been a very, very long time. And she was the only female of his relative age he knew on this planet. He’d never really had to deal with his sexual needs before. And he didn’t really understand what was healthy for someone his age. He’d been removed from his home world and his race as a very young boy and raised among Frieza’s warriors. He’d learned about sex from Nappa and Radditz, who had both been extremely crass and vulgar men. He’d often been disgusted by the way they lusted after women of any species. They were nothing but lower-class guards.
“I am royalty. The last Prince of a mighty race. I am not someone who will allow himself to be lead around by what’s in my pants,” his lip was raised in disdain.
“I would have never said that you were, Vegeta,” Bulma said quietly. “I’m just saying that it’s normal for a man whether he be Human of Saiyan, slave or prince, to have a sex drive. It’s not anything to be ashamed of. In fact, most humans use sexual conquest to raise their social standing since we don’t have the whole, fighting and killing thing anymore.” she was wondering if this could get anymore embarrassing.
“Are you suggesting that I lower myself to your pathetic human standards?” he was losing that violent edge to his voice but Bulma wasn’t sure there was anything she could say at this point that would offend him in some way.
“No, that’s not what I’m saying. I’m just trying to get it through your thick skull that I haven’t done anything to you, that whatever you’re feeling is because you’re a man and I’m a damned good looking woman. It’s really not your fault, a lot of guys are attracted to me. I’m sexy and brilliant, and really really rich. But it isn’t my fault either. I can’t help how I look or any of that and I’d certainly never stoop to trying to force some guy to be with me, no matter how horny I was.” She paused, reeling in the irritation. “So don’t take it out on me that you haven’t gotten laid for a while, okay? Trust me. If I was going to pick someone to seduce it certainly wouldn’t be you!” she thought maybe that would convince him of her innocence and he’d get on with letting her live another day.
Vegeta raised one eyebrow slowly. “Are you saying you don’t find me worthy of mating with you?” he couldn’t believe she considered herself so high and mighty as to be above him. Part of Vegeta responded to the challenge in her words. He would not allow her to think she was too good for him.
“Well, I honestly never thought about it,” she said and then remembered staring at his ass when ever she’d had the chance. “Okay, so, like maybe once or twice. But only because I’m just a woman, and you’re a decent looking man.” She left out the part about his ass.
Vegeta relaxed his fists and stepped closer. “So you do desire me as a bed partner?” He smirked slightly when her cheeks started to turn bright red.
“I... I... no!” she was leaning back against the sink again. Did she want him? Her eyes followed the tense curve of his shoulders and she remembered the feel of his body under her hands. She remembered thinking that he could probably pull her apart with his bare hands and never even break a sweat, and she shivered. But not from fear. She knew he was dangerous, but instead of fear she felt... excitement. She shivered a little under his gaze.
“So,” he said stepping closer, “you don’t fell anything sexual when you look at me?” he was only inches away.
‘Well I do now,’ she thought swallowing hard again and wondering if there was anyway to escape this situation unscathed. She didn’t trust herself to speak so she just looked up at him with what she hoped was only fear in her eyes.
“And if I were to make advances on you then you would, of course, turn me down,” Vegeta said, but he didn’t believe it. Her scent had changed. He could smell her desire mixing with her fear. And he knew that she did feel lust for him, just as he felt it for her. “And just how long has it been since you had sex?” he mocked her as he raised one hand and placed it at her waist.
Bulma gapped at him. “Stop it, Vegeta. This isn’t funny,” she put a hand against his chest to show him she wanted him to stop just as she’d said it, but she really was kind of hoping he wouldn’t. Something in the way he was moving, the way his eyes were burning into her, ignited something deep inside her. It was the danger. She felt her adrenaline flooding her system, and loved that feeling so much.
“You’ll notice I’m not laughing,” Vegeta said his face serious now. His other hand moved up to her waist, but then slid down over the curve of her hip. “You think if I decide to take you here and now that there’s anything you could do to stop me?” He had never forced himself on any woman before and didn’t plan on starting now, but he was pretty certain that he wouldn’t need to.
Bulma clenched her jaw. His promise of violence, how ever slight, only made her heart beat harder. “You wouldn’t,” she made it a statement, knowing she was right, but enjoying the thought that maybe, just maybe, she was wrong.
“Wouldn’t I?” he asked, his face drawing closer to her. His breath was hot on her lips but he stopped, half a thought away. “Tell me to stop one more time and we’ll find out,” he dared her to deny what she felt, what he was making her feel.
For a second Bulma wondered just how her day had managed to take such an insane turn and then she had to make her decision. The pull Vegeta had on her, the way he made her want to help him, the way his loneliness called to her, the way her heart broke for him twisted in her chest until she thought her chest would burst. Add that to her suddenly sparked need for him to touch her and the pull he had on her magnified exponentially.
“I... don’t want... you... to stop,” she whispered breathlessly, her mind fogging over with lust.
“I didn’t think so...” Vegeta whispered and then closed the distance. His body felt a swelling of victory as he claimed her mouth with his own just as he’d done in the dream. She tasted even sweeter then he’d imagined.
She felt a surge of desire unlike she’d ever felt before and then she wrapping her arms around his neck and caressing his lips with her own. His hands on her hips pulled at her and she relished the feeling of his fingers pressing into her flesh. He lifted her onto the sink and she felt her legs wrap around his waist of their own accord. Her mind was blank as she fell into his mouth, his lips and teeth and tongue meshing with her own in a way that was nearly musical. She slid her fingers into his hair, pulling them closer. Her dream had been right. Vegeta was a good kisser. A really good kisser.
Vegeta was also totally lost in the moment. He’d originally intended to prove his point and then leave her wanting, but when the Woman had wrapped her nearly naked legs around him he’d felt himself harden completely and switched to plan B. Her hands in his hair were driving him crazy. Her passionate kiss and soft curves were making him loose his mind. He grabbed a fist full of her hair and yanked her head back. She gasped, but not in pain. And that sound made him sink farther into the madness.
“Witch,” he hissed in her ear, her hair on his face felt smooth as silk. “What have you done to me,” he buried his face in the tempting blue mane and breathed in her lust tainted scent. His shuddered as she took his earlobe in her mouth and nibbled it delightfully.
“Nothing,” she whispered and then licked up the side of his neck. “Yet,” she squeezed her thighs and ground her hips against his rock hard erection.
Vegeta growled deep in his chest and captured her mouth in another possessive kiss. He wrapped his arms around her as he swung her around and pressed her into the wall. He did his own grinding in response and growled triumphantly when the Woman threw her head back and gasped in pleasure. Vegeta took advantage of the situation and pressed his face into the side of her neck, kissing and nibbling on all her exposed, sensitive areas. First it was the spot behind her ear, and then the curve where her neck and shoulder met just inside the collar of her polo shirt. She turned her head to allow him easier access, but her shirt still hindered him from progressing.
Bulma groaned as Vegeta pressed his hips more firmly into her tender core, pinning her to the wall as he brought his hands around to her front. Her addled mind wondered what he was doing as he firmly grasped the front of her shirt with two tightly clenched fists. And then he ripped. With a tearing sound so loud it made her gasp, Bulma was suddenly exposed. Her white push-up bra and the remaining shreds of her shirt that hung from her shoulders were the only thing between her heaving chest and the Princes burning gaze.
Vegeta enjoyed the sight of her breasts pinned back by that silly piece of very human clothing before he decided he’d rather explore her with his mouth instead of his eyes. His teeth brushed along her collar bone and then his lips found the soft place at the base of her neck.
Bulma shivered with his teasing kisses that made her breath catch and her stomach clench, and all she could think was ‘More! I want more!’ She gripped his hair and bowed her body, moaning softly into his ear. And then suddenly there was a jolt of pain as he bit her, his teeth digging into her shoulder. Not hard enough to break the skin, but enough to get her attention. “Dammit, Vegeta,” she growled and bucked her body, pushing them away from the wall. Vegeta stumbled backwards and out of the bathroom, refusing to give up his hold on her tender flesh. He did however, replace his teeth with his tongue, licking and sucking on the now tender area.
Bulma felt the pain dissolve into a pleasure so intense she wouldn’t have previously though possible. “Oh, Kami!” she groaned and gripped his shoulders, digging her nails in slightly. Vegeta chuckled into her skin, the vibrations of it increasing the sensation even more. Bulma threw her weight forward and Vegeta toppled backwards onto her bed. The bounced together for a second and then Vegeta continued his assault on her shoulder.
Bulma felt that familiar pressure starting to build between her legs. It was insane to believe he’d caused such a reaction and he still hadn’t hit any of the major erogenous zones yet. The jolts of ecstasy he was eliciting from just a bit of necking were enough to make her feel so good, so quickly. She marveled at his skill. It had never been like this with Yamcha.
Vegeta finished at the Woman’s neck with one final lick that made her body jerk yet again. In a flash he rolled them over and put himself on top. With some skillful maneuvering he had her legs trapped between his knees in a few seconds and her wrists pinned out at her side. He pressed her into the bed feeling her start to squirm.
“Vegeta...” she nearly snarled in frustration, “What do you think you’re doing?” she asked, squirming harder.
“Teaching you a lesson, Witch,” he whispered with just enough threat in his voice to excite her more. She shivered beneath him. She stilled her body and looked up at him. She widened her eyes slightly and pouted out her bottom lip.
“Don’t hurt me, Vegeta,” she whispered, her voice shaking with something other then fear. “I’ll do anything you want...” she fluttered her eye lashes at him, her voice making all sorts of unspoken promises.
Vegeta felt a deep, low, jerk in his body at her words and her expression. He didn’t think it was possible for him to get any harder. “You’re damn right you will,” he leaned closer to her but kept their upper bodies from touching. Bulma raised her body as far off the bed as she could, aching to kiss that smug look right off his face. Vegeta pulled back, just out of reach and smirked when she whimpered slightly.
“Damn you, Vegeta,” she whispered, pouting out her lip even more. Vegeta moved quickly, taking her lip into his mouth and sucking on it. She moaned against his lips and took up her squirming once again.
The way her hips kept pressing up into the swollen bulge of his cock was nearly painful. He released one of her wrists in order to use one hand to press her hip into the bed. “Stop wiggling, Woman,” his words rumbled from his chest..
“What’s the matter, Vegeta?” Bulma asked as she slid her now free hand down his chest to the bottom of his tank top. “Does that bother you?” she raised her other hip and at the same time she pushed her hand up under his shirt to brush the tight skin of his abs with her fingers.
Vegeta’s eyes rolled back in his head and he struggled not to moan. “Woman...” he whispered, a threatening edge to his voice again.
Bulma ran her hand farther up his stomach and to his chest where she found her target. One small, tightened man nipple. She racked her nails across it lightly and laughed at the way Vegeta responded, bitting his lip and shutting his eyes tightly.
“Oh, no you don’t,” she whispered. Then, using all her strength she shoved against his chest and rolled them over. Taking advantage of his momentary loss of concentration she straddled his hips and pushed up his shirt. She lowered her body, and kissed his stomach lightly. Moving her way up his chest to his nipples again. When she licked a small circle round one of them Vegeta slid his fingers into her hair. And when she flicked her tongue across it he squeezed his fists and pulled her hair slightly. In retribution she took it into her mouth and raked it with her teeth, nibbling it and sucking on it in delicious tandem
Vegeta was coming close to losing his battle of silence. Instead he turned his moan into a single word. “Woman,” he said the guttural sound of it vibrating his chest underneath her.
“My name,” she said as she moved to the other side of his chest. She administered the same treatment to his other nipple. Vegeta’s back arched slightly his fingers flexing and relaxing in her hair. “Is Bulma,” she scratched a path down his rippling abs with her nails.
Vegeta snarled and pulled her face towards him, preparing to give her a sound tongue lashing, but at the last second she rebelled and pulled back from his lips. “Say it,” she whispered, denying him. “Say my name.”
“Never,” he whispered, narrowing his eyes in defiance. Again he tried to reel her in and again she refused to cooperate.
“Say it, Vegeta, or else...” she was ready to be just as stubborn as him.
“Or else, what?” he laughed. “As if you could stop and refuse me now,” he slid one hand down, over her shoulder, brushing the growing hickey he’d given her. She shivered despite her best efforts. “Admit it, you want me so bad you can taste it,” he ran his hand down between her breasts, teasing her cleavage for a second before moving even lower. Bulma did her best not to respond. And she might have succeeded, had he not gone all the way lower. The second his thumb brushed over the crease of her short’s seam and pressed into her own swollen flesh she lost it.
Vegeta smirked in triumph as the Woman threw back her head and gasped for air in quick short breaths. “Besides,” he pulled her head down again, meeting less resistance this time. “I believe you already promised to do anything I wanted...” his words ended with her lips against his once again. Instead of a crushing possessive kiss, this time their mouths moved in a passionate, hungry dance. Her demands forgotten, Bulma fed at Vegeta’s lips, sucking on his tongue, nibbling on his lips, licking the back of his teeth.
His hand moved, mercifully, back to her hip. His fingers now played along the top of her shorts with surprisingly gentle caresses. He brushed his hands up her back underneath the remnants of her shirt. He slid his hand under the front of her still together sleeves and pushed them back, off her shoulders and down her arms. The rough skin of his training hardened palms danced lightly over her shoulders and arms as he rid her of the ruined garment. They continued back up to her shoulders. His thumbs slid under the straps of her bra and then those too were pushed over her shoulders. With the support of her shoulder straps all but gone her breasts threatened to fall out all together, but managed by sheer force of will to stay tucked into the cups of her bra. Barely.
Vegeta’s mouth moved hungrily to Bulma’s chin and down her neck leaving a trail of wet, urgent kisses. Bulma’s own mouth persistently sought any chance it could to press hungrily against his jaw and his throat catching needy little snippets of his faintly salty flesh.
Things seemed to drop into slow motion as Vegeta’s mouth found the top of one breast for the first time. They seemed to slow together. Bulma pushed a lock of hair behind her ear while Vegeta rested his forehead against he shoulder and panted while his hands gripped her waist.
Vegeta shifted them slowly so that he was sitting up, Bulma straddling his lap lifted above him slightly. Together they paused to catch their breath. His eyes met her’s, locking on to her face. The way her eyes stayed half closed in lust, the way her now swollen lips parted slightly with each breath she took. She tilted her head a little to the left and her hair fell around her face.
With a kind of tenderness she wouldn’t have thought possible Vegeta reached up to push her hair back over her shoulder. His fingers took hold of one lone curl and he rubbed it between finger and thumb feeling it’s softness. Bulma watched him for another second. Then, slowly she reached behind her and unclasped her bra hooks. She dipped her shoulders forward just enough to start it sliding down her arms and into his lap.
Vegeta’s eyes dropped from her hair to her now naked breasts. His fingers released her hair and dropped down in front of her. He hesitated, his face showing a mixture of awe and lust. Then he cupped her in his hands and squeezed gently. His thumbs brushed over her nipples both at the same time and she shivered with the pleasure of it.
“I will have all of you,” Vegeta said, his voice deep and hoarse. He slid his hands down so that he held her ribs, just under her breasts and lifted her slightly. She rose up on her knees and leaned into him. He needed no encouragement to bury his face in her cleavage. He kissed and licked and bit at her tits while she clutched his hair with her fingers and made little mewling sounds of appreciation. No part of her heaving bosom went without attention. He laved her areolas with long slow strokes of his tongue and when he finally took one of her hardened tips into his mouth to suckle she moaned so loudly into his ear his whole body vibrated with the sound of it.
“Shush, Woman,” he scolded and then moved to the other constricted point. Bulma bit her lip hard enough to draw blood in an attempt to comply with his command. “Good girl,” he whispered, finally releasing her from the torture of his mouth.
Suddenly Bulma felt as though she were flying through the air. Vegeta had tossed her over his shoulder to the top of the bed. She squeaked in surprise and grunted when she landed amidst her many pillows. “What do you think you’re doing?” she scowled breathlessly. In no time at all he showed her exactly what he was doing.
Vegeta took a few seconds to undo her shorts before yanking them off harshly. He pulled them down quickly and then paused at the sight of her dainty panties. White to match her bra they were very tiny and edged in a delicate lace. The strings that wound around her hips to the back were so thin they were almost non-existent. Vegeta raised an eyebrow as if questioning why she bothered with such pointless garments. Then in a flash, those two were gone, ripped suddenly from her before she could even think of protesting.
Bulma panted harder now that she was fully exposed, lying in a mess of pillows and watching Vegeta as he took in the sight of her wet pussy. He pressed her legs apart slowly and lowered himself towards her. Bulma gasped. This was something Yamcha had never done for her. Something she’d longed for since she’d first heard whispered rumors of such an act in the girl’s locker room at school.
Vegeta growled, inspired by her intense reaction and then breathed in her scent. It filled his head driving away all though and leaving behind only burning desire. He flicked a tongue over her nearly hairless mound, licking up the slit in her juicy mound. Her hips bucked so wildly that Vegeta had to press them back into the bed roughly.
He smiled his infamous smirk number 12 and leaned forward again, blowing lightly across her tender, soaking flesh. Her hips pressed back against his hands but it was nothing for him to keep her pinned to the bed. And then he kissed her. Just as he’d drank of her mouth, he kissed her lower lips, using tongue and teeth and lips to drink of her most intimate parts.
Bulma gripped the blankets and whipped her head back and forth. “Oh, Kami...” she moaned going out of her mind with the sensation of it all. She pulled a pillow to her face and bit into it. A scream was forming that she couldn’t keep in. She hopped the pillow would keep her mom and dad from hearing her... It was her last thought as Vegeta spread her with his fingers and claimed her clitoris with his mouth. Sucking and worrying it between his teeth mercilessly he brought her screaming her first orgasm into a pillow. He took his time lapping up he sweet come, with his delightfully talented tongue, sliding it in and out of her to get more or the precious fluid.
Bulma collapsed back into her pillows, her arms dropping to her side as she gasped for air. It had been even better then she’d ever imagined. After a few minutes she looked up to find Vegeta looking very pleased with himself. Like the cat that got the canary. Or the bowl of sugary warm milk.. He licked his lips and knelt over her, climbing up until he could kiss her still parted lips. She kissed him back the second she felt her strength coming back, wrapping her arms under his, around his back she pulled up his shirt. Breaking the kiss for a brief second she yanked it up over his head and tossed it away. Then she slid her hand down his spine, to his tail spot. She pressed into it with her fingertips giving him no warning.
Just as she suspected he spasmed against her, a moan ripped from his throat as she put more pressure into that ultra-sensitiva place. “Woman!” he roared pulling out of her reached and sitting back on the bed next to her.
Bulma gave him her most innocent expression. “What, Veggy-chan?” she asked sticking a finger tip into her mouth and sucking it suggestively.
“I warned you about that,” he smirked. “And now, you’re going to pay...” he leapt at her, but she’d predicted his move and rolled out of the way. She laughed openly as she moved quickly, crawling to the edge of the bed, away from him, in an attempt to get away. She was surprisingly fast, but Vegeta was faster. He caught her around the waist with one arm as she attempted to leap from the bed.
“Going somewhere?” he asked her seductively, whispering against her hair. He pulled her against him, pressing his still swollen member into her ass. The thin fabric of his athletic pants all that separated them. The silky feel of it sliding between them made her tremble with need. He felt her shaking and chuckled in a most devastating manner. “You like that, do you?” He ground against her harder, she cried out and bowed her back to press against him even more. “Feel something you need?” he teased, his free hand slid between her thighs and he pressed a finger against her ready opening. “Here...” he moaned. “Is that where you want it?” he asked, running his finger around the edges of her pussy. She moaned and panted, unable to do anything under his unrelenting hands.
Bulma felt a smirk of her own creeping up her face. “No,” she whispered suddenly.
“No?” Vegeta asked, preparing to punish her defiance. “You lie, Woman. I’ve tasted your need.” He slid the finger into her ruthlessly. Bulma couldn’t help but groan and press her hips down into his hand. “See, even now you’re practically begging me for it with your every move, your every breath.”
“First,” she panted, trying to get back her control. “First I want to taste you,” she breathed the words trying not to sound like she was begging. Vegeta’s chest vibrated with his laughter.
“Greedy, Bitch,” he slid his finger out of her and raised it to her lips. “You can taste this...” He pressed his finger between her lips and she responded hungrily sucking her own come off his finger. “As for your request... all in good time. But right now, I think I’m done playing with you.” He pulled his finger from her mouth and the arm around her waist disappeared.
“No!” she sagged slightly feeling the loss of his touch in every cell of her body. “But, Vegeta,” she did beg this time, and started to turn to face him.
Vegeta let go of the Woman and quickly rid himself of his pants while she pleaded. Then, when she started to turn he grabbed her hips and forced her to stay. He slid closer, the now free point of his cock brushed lightly against the swell of her ass. Bulma froze, realizing that his intentions were not to abandon her in her hour of need, but give her yet another things he’d only wished for with Yamcha.
Vegeta moaned quietly with the first touch of her skin against his anxiously waiting dick. He was so hard he though he might burst at any second. He needed to go slowly now. Then the Woman did something he hadn’t expected at all. She bent over, pressing back into him. Then she flipped her hair and started over her shoulder at him. Her expression read of such wanton lust that he lost the ability to go slowly. He pulled her hips back against him and buried himself inside her with one quick stoke.
Bulma’s back arched as she felt him stretching her insides with his sudden entrance. She had lubricant running down the insides of her thighs she was so wet, and yet he was big enough she still felt as though he were ripping her open. He pushed all the way in the first time and the length of him shoved so far in she felt him bump her cervix. The delicious pain of it made her forget her concern with staying quite. She screamed, the sound of it awakening her animal side. She growled and thrashed against him, wanting him to hurt her just a little bit more.
Vegeta let go of any hesitation then and started pumping away. Her sopping wet pussy made sucking noises as he forced his cock in and out as fast as he dared with out really hurting her. He combined the force of thrusting his hips with his hands on her hips pulling him against him. It wasn’t long before he felt her coming again, the walls of her already tight cunt squeezing him even tighter nearly brought him along with her, but he grit his teeth and held on. Roaring with frustration that he wouldn’t last much longer he pulled out of her and held her away from him while he panted, regaining control. He shoved her to the side, sprawling her across the bed. Then he stepped off the bed and turned back to her quickly. Grabbing her behind the knees he pulled her back towards him till her ass was right on the edge of the bed. Then he forced her legs in the air, his hands sliding up her calves to grip her ankles.
He was back inside her in seconds, pumping away again, only this time he watched her face and the way her breasts bounced up and down in time with his thrusts. She was long past caring how he did her, as long as he did. Bulma gripped the sheets in two tight fists and held on while Vegeta fucked her senseless.
Having taken that short reprieve Vegeta managed to keep going another half-dozen pleasure filled minutes. As he neared the end of his control he met her eyes. Her glazed over look cleared as she caught his gaze and licked her lips.
“Come on, Baby, let it all go” she whispered. “Come for me, Vegeta,” she panted never letting her eyes move from his. He drowned all his anger and fear and disappointment in himself in her pulsing vagina. He shouted right along with her as he continued to pound her over and over and over. He closed his eyes and let his head fall back. Giving it one last shuddering thrust he gave into the release. Caring for nothing in that moment but shooting his seed into her eagerly waiting pussy, Vegeta let go. He felt a surge of energy that surpassed any orgasmic experience he’d ever had, and let out a roar as he spent himself completely inside Bulma. He heard her gasp with yet another orgasm. Wave after wave of ecstasy, he filled her with his come and then, when the last of it was gone, he collapsed between her legs and slipped into welcome darkness.
Bulma laid beneath Vegeta’s weight, her hands absently stroking his back as she enjoyed the tingling feeling that ran from her hair to her toes. Not quite a pins and needles feeling, it was most pleasant. Slowly, she came back to herself, to find herself being pressed deep into the mattress by his entire body. He was still inside her, though he had spent himself, and he was only semi-erect. She tried to get his attention by wiggling her hips back and forth. There was no response.
“Vegeta,” she whispered. His ear was pressed between her breasts and his hair was in her face. She craned her neck to try and get a look at his face. “Hey,” she tried to shake his shoulder. It was not use. Vegeta was down for the count. She was starting to have some trouble breathing. He was so heavy! She tried to push him off her, but he was too heavy. She tried to slid out from under him, but, even through their bodies were slick with sweat, he still pressed her to far into the bed. Plus, her legs were still hanging off the edge of the bed and she couldn’t get any leverage.
“Vegeta!” she said loudly, she put her hands against the tops of his shoulders and shook him. He moaned briefly and she started to smile with success. Then she just buried his face in her cleavage and fell back to sleep. She groaned, but not from pleasure this time. “Hey, you! Dead Weight! Come on, Vegeta! I can’t...”she started trying to buck him off at the same time she shoved down on his shoulders, “...breathe!” she screamed as they toppled off the side of the bed. She landed, sprawled against his body in a heap of limbs and hair.
Laughing with success she rolled off of him, sighing with loss when she pulled herself off of him and felt him leave her body. She laid next to him, her head resting across his sprawled arm. She couldn’t believe that hadn’t woken him up. “You must be exhausted,” she chuckled and curled against him a little more. “I know I am.” she whispered and kissed his shoulder. Then she grabbed a sheet off the bed and pulled it over the top of them before joining him in dream land.
Bunni Briefs had just come in from the garden and started working on dinner. She decided on something quick and easy, grilled chicken with steamed corn and fluffy white rice with chicken gravy. It was ready with in 20 minutes and she started setting the table. Her husband walked into the room just then, carrying a newspaper and his little Kitty.
“Oh, there you are, dear.” Mrs. Briefs smiled. “I was just getting ready to call everyone for dinner. Would you mind telling Bulma and Vegeta that the food is ready,” she asked him placing the food in the center of the table. She didn’t even notice his face turning bright red.
“Actually, dear, I don’t think either of them will be joining us this evening,” he mumbled and sat at the table burring his face in the newspaper. “I imagine they are rather... preoccupied.”
“Meow,” Kitty agreed.
Vegeta awoke slowly. His senses systematically made note of his surroundings. He was on the floor. He could feel fabric and flesh. And hair, there was hair just beneath his chin. And he smelled sex. Lots of it. His eyes flew open and he looked down. The Woman was draped over him, one leg entwined with his, one arm across his stomach. Her head rested in the crook of his shoulder. She was sleeping now, breathing softly against his skin.
He remembered what had happened. He remembered what they’d done and how it had felt. He didn’t recall how they’d ended up on the floor. He considered throwing her off of him and storming out. Then he glanced over at the balcony. The sun was still in the process of setting. It was still his day off. He’d deal with this mess tomorrow. Besides, he was totally exhausted. He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her body closer. ‘Just until tomorrow,’ he told himself.
(More Lemony Goodness to follow. Sorry if any of you were offended. I do have a tendency to get carried away...)
P.S. The Seventh Terrace is a reference to Dante’s Purgatorio where the Lustful are purged by burning in an immense wall of flame and are purified by the fire.