Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Project: Vegeta ❯ Bad Idea ( Chapter 10 )

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A/N: More smut. Yay! I mean... kiddies stay away!

Disclaimer: The characters in this story aren’t mine. The basis for the DBZ universe isn’t mine. Hell, I barely own the laptop this was typed on.

Chapter 10:
Bad Idea


Bulma woke sometime in the middle of the night. She was back in that safe place she loved. Strong arms holding her close, she smiled and nuzzled the warm skin of her lover’s chest. Her lover... she sighed with the joy of that thought. They her eyes flew open. Realization slammed into her. Her “lover” was Vegeta. What had she done? What had he done? Her mind worked back over the afternoon. Both of them had done quite a bit, she recalled. And she had thoroughly enjoyed every second of it. The whole time it had felt right. Like it was destined to happen. Which was a weird thought because before today, or yesterday, which ever it was she had never even considered the possibility. At least not consciously. She supposed her sub-conscious must have been thinking about it for a long time. Hence that dream she’d had months and months ago.
And now what was she going to do? They hadn’t used protection. The thought hadn’t even entered her head. Chances were that there would be consequences for that. Just as there would be hell to pay when Vegeta woke up, she was sure of it. As soon as he returned to his senses, the driving passion burned out, he would probably start accusing her of manipulating and brainwashing him again. He would blame this on her, even though it was totally his fault. Mostly. Probably.
She felt her chest constricting at the thought that this was probably a one time thing. He would hate her in the morning and she’d be lucky if he let her live. And what if he left?! That thought almost made her heart stop. She forced herself to breath and sighed with the realization that maybe she actually had feelings for the stubborn Prince. She wondered how this could happen to her. When had it happened? She didn’t know. All she knew was that she had been very happy before she’d woken up. Safe and warm and... it was all going to be over soon. She had marveled at Vegeta’s passion and skill, and even, at moments, his tenderness. They were the kind of things she’d always known he was capable off. He’d let himself get totally lost in the moment.
She wondered how difficult it would be to make him loose himself again. If she could just use that passion, get him to step out of his normal self like he had earlier, maybe she could hang on to this feeling a little longer.
Bulma slid her hand across his stomach, down over his hip and finally to his groin. Even soft he was a decent size. And when he got hard... she shuddered with the memory. She wrapped her fingers around him and began stroking him lightly. There was dried stickiness everywhere, but she ignored it and continued to stroke and squeeze. It wasn’t long before she felt him growing firm in her grip and his chest started rumbling with that deep, resonant purr.
Bulma smiled, loving that she was privy to the secret that the Prince of All Saiyans could purr. She started kissing down his chest to his stomach. Her hand worked up and down on his quickly hardening cock as she flicked her tongue into his belly button. She considered the phenomenon of the belly button and decided that Saiyan women must carry their children much like human women. It was probably why humans and saiyans were sexually and reproductively compatible. After all, they both were descended from primates although Saiyans descended from space monkeys, obviously. She was beginning to consider the possibility that there could be a common ancestor when the purring stopped abruptly. She froze and looked up. Vegeta was staring down at her, his expression blank. In a flash she was lying against the floor, her wrists pinned roughly by his fists.
“What do you think you’re doing, Woman?” he asked, his voice quiet but menacing.
“Well...” she shrugged suggestively. “I was just...” she stared back into his eyes, refusing to fear him. “I think I kind of owe you.” Bulma smiled in a way she hoped was seductive. “Besides... you said I could later. And it’s later now.” She fluttered her eyelashes and raised one of her knees to rub the outside of his hip. His eyes narrowed and his hand jumped to her knee, stopping it from rubbing him. She raised her now free hand and made soft little circles on his flexed bicep. “What’s the matter, Vegeta,” she whispered huskily. “Don’t you want to play anymore?” She raised an eyebrow. “Or maybe you’re just too tired? I didn’t think it was possible for one weakling human to wear out the Prince of All Saiyans...” she issued the challenge knowing full well it could lead to her death. She was hoping for punishment of a different kind.
Vegeta stared down at her, his face set like stone, his mind analyzing her words and considering all possible outcomes. When she’d said that last part he laughed sharply. “You have no idea who your messing with, Woman.” He could feel the blood rushing in his veins, particularly in a certain area of his body. It would be a waste if he killed her now and left himself unsatisfied.
Bulma raised her hips and brushed against him lightly. Vegeta closed his eyes and growled. It was unbelievable how bold she could be. How she could make him react so strongly. It had just been a long time for him, he told himself.
“Fine,” Bulma sighed. “But if you aren’t going to give me what I want, will you at least let me up so I can go shower?” she pouted her lip out just as she had the evening before. “I just feel so... dirty,” she said the word as if it were something to be desired instead of despised. The blood flow to his groined increased 10 fold.
“Insatiable minx,” he growled and stood quickly. He pulled her up with him and threw him over his shoulder. Bulma screeched in surprise.
“What are you doing, Vegeta?” she gasped when he walked into the bathroom and carried her into the large shower. He turned on the water and adjusted the temperature. Only then did he put her back on her feet. She sputtered and coughed as the water sprayed her in the face.
“Vegeta, you ass!” she choked out, whipping water from her eyes, she hit her fist against his chest and he laughed at her.
“I thought you wanted a shower,” he chuckled, “I’m just trying to help,” he mockingly threw her words back at her. Bulma glared at him through dripping wet hair. “Fine,” she huffed, blowing water from her lips. “You wanna help. Hand me the soap.” She held out her hand and tipped her head towards the small white bar on the shelf behind him.
Vegeta smirked. “I’m done helping. Get it yourself.” He was just trying to get a rise out of her again. She knew it. And she knew that two could play that game.
She raised and eyebrow at his challenge and pushed her hair out of her face. “Fine,” she said and stepped towards him. She reached around him, but made sure her breasts pressed firmly against his chest and arm as she did so. When she had it in her grasp she leaned back slightly and looked him in the face. He was so still watching her body as it moved, water running in rivulets down all the planes and angles of her skin. As his eyes rose to her face he saw a smirk forming slowly. He narrowed his eyes just as she squeezed her hand sending the soap flying over her shoulder and onto the floor where it slid around in the water until it settled near the drain.
“Oops,” she said still smirking. “How clumsy of me. Guess I’ll just have to get that.” And with one final look his way she turned around and bent over to pick up the soap. Giving Vegeta an eye full of her glorious ass and a peek at her swollen woman parts, water running over them and down her thighs.
Vegeta clenched his jaw and breathed deeply. Yes, this Woman was certainly turning out to be quite a worthy opponent. She stood slowly, soap in hand and then turned around to face him again. “I’ll have to be more careful from now on,” she smiled seductively and started rubbing the soap along her skin. Over her shoulders and down her slender arms. She worked back up her arms and then slowly, so very slowly began to soap up her breasts. Her eyes locked onto his as she worked, watching his eyes while she teased him. She continued to move the soap lower, over the smooth skin of her stomach, then over to one hip then the other and finally...
Vegeta’s eyes widened slightly and he crossed his arms over his chest as she slid a hand between her legs. She placed the soap in one hand and used the other thoroughly cleanse between her slightly spread thighs. She moaned softly, even letting her eyes drift shut for a moment while she worked the tender area, still sensitive and just a bit sore from it’s treatment earlier. When she finished she raised one leg, placing her foot on the edge of the ceramic base and worked the soap in circles around her thigh and then down her delicate calf. Bringing it back up she brought it around it around the curve of her ass and then turned her body, switching legs. She now had her back to him as she performed the same series of moves on her other leg. When she finished with the soap moving over her ass she looked over her shoulder at him and gave him a look that melted his resolve.
Vegeta stepped forward and reached for her, but she spun quickly and stepped out of his reach. “Uh uh,” she said lightly. “You’re done helping, remember.” She reminded him and he growled, growing tired of her game. “I’m done now anyway.” She held the soap up. “It’s your turn.” she smiled lazily and stepped towards him. She grabbed one of his arms and pulled it away from his chest. He lowered the other and she began to work small soapy circles over his chest and stomach. She washed his arms and then instructed him to turn around so she could get his back.
He hesitated, and then complied wondering what she was playing at now. She rubbed the soap over his back, taking a careful minute on his scar. His body tightened when she went over it but he fought back the urge to sag against the wall with pleasure. She soaped up his ass and the back of his thighs and crouched to get his calves and the front of his shins. The she moved up his quads slowly getting both sides.
Bulma made sure she had plenty of soap on her hands and set the soap down on it’s shelf. Her arms snaked around his waist as she grasped him with both hands and started stroking him. The soap lubricant felt so amazing he had to put a fist against the wall for support, to keep from leaning forward. She worked him thoroughly, picking up speed as she continued. With one hand she reached lower, grasping his testicles in her fingers lightly. He growled as she fondled and stoked him at the same time.
After several minutes of this Vegeta felt his orgasm starting to build and grabbed her wrists, pulling her hands off of him. “Stop, Woman,” he whispered, his voice husky and deep. Bulma pulled her arms back, and he released her wrists. He shuddered when she kissed the back of his neck and then she was gone.
Bulma picked up the shampoo and worked on washing her hair while Vegeta regained his composure. She couldn’t help but grin in triumph. After she finished rinsing the suds from her hair she grabbed his hand and pulled him around into the water. He let her lead him, feeling more under control. She splashed water over him, washing the soap away. When he was soap free she leaned her body against him. “Ready for round two?” she asked and nipped at his bottom lip with her teeth. Vegeta shivered and wrapped his hands in her hair, pulling her in for a real kiss.
They clung together in the water, kissing deeply, their bodies pressing into each other and sliding skin to skin. Bulma pulled away slightly, kissing down Vegeta’s neck and chest before dropping to her knees before him. He kept his hands in her hair as she wrapped one hand around his shaft and slid him into her mouth. His hips thrust forward involuntarily as she sucked and he gripped her hair, setting her pace with his hands. Bulma gave in to his direction, his throbbing dick filling her mouth over and over again as she licked and sucked and tried to take as much of him in as possible.
After a few minutes of blissful rapture Vegeta pulled her off of him again. “Enough,” he panted hovering on the brink of losing himself in her mouth. She stood and looked at him impudently licking her lips with a saucy smirk on her delightful mouth. Vegeta breathed deeply and then stepped towards her, pinning her against the wall he claimed that mouth with his own, the taste of his skin still faint on her tongue.
He dipped down, not breaking the kiss and wrapped a hand around her leg just above her knee. Lifting her up he spread her hips and pressed his cock against her opening. She whimpered into his mouth arching her back to try and pull him inside her, but he removed himself from her reach. And so he teased her, sliding the head of himself into her before pulling away again.
“Vegeta,” she gasped after the fourth of fifth time of this. “Don’t...”
“Don’t what?” he asked, running his teeth across her chin.
“Don’t tease me...” she begged, her arms around his neck pulling him towards her. “Just do it, please,” she whined softly.
“Do what?” he smirked against her neck where he discovered a large circular bruise with his teeth marks around it’s edge. “Tell me what you want me to do,” he probed her again, just barely, and then receded.
Bulma grabbed the sides of his face and pulled his face to meet hers. She kissed him passionately trying to drive him to fulfill both their needs, but Vegeta wouldn’t be swayed. He continued to tease, touch and go, barely in and back out again. She thought she would loose her mind any second. Pulling back from him and resting her head against the wall she breathed hard, her chest rising and falling between them.
“Just fuck me already,” she hissed, water dripping over her cheek and then onto her shoulder.
Vegeta grinned and then buried himself inside her, pinning her to the wall. At the very same time he lowered his mouth to his mark and sucked hard. Bulma screamed, coming almost instantly. The pleasure of his member finally filling her properly and the pain in her shoulder mixing potently and sending a jolt to the center of her very being.
She screamed his name as he humped her against the shower wall, the water falling over their bodies like extra hands caressing their burning skin. He followed soon after, his orgasm shaking him to his core, having been brought so close to the edge several times before, he felt his release more intensely then it might have been otherwise.
When he finished he relaxed against her, their bodies resting as one as they fell from their incredible heights. Gaining his self again Vegeta pulled out of her and lower her to the tile. The water rinsed them off again, by now the temperature had cooled considerable, feeling the contrast against his skin he shuddered one last time.
Once she was satisfied that she’d been washed clean once again Bulma turned off the water and opened the door, stepping out and grabbing them towels. Now that the moment was over again she felt the loss of it and wondered what to say or do now. She handed him a towel and then moved so he could exit as well. She proceeded to dry herself off, rubbing the soft terry cloth on her limbs and torso, rubbing her hair with it as well. When she turned around she found Vegeta was no longer in the bathroom. She peered into the bedroom and found him lying on the bed, the towel wrapped around his waist.
Smiling shyly Bulma wrapped her own towel around her body and walked to the bed. “What is it about men and falling asleep right after sex?” she asked him. His eyes remained closed as he answered.
“Just lie down, Woman,” he said, not too unkindly.
Bulma did just that. She climbed onto the bed, next to him, not sure how much of her he would welcome. Making a decision she curled against his body, kissing his chest again as she relaxed into the bed, her head on his shoulder. He could move her if he wanted to.
He didn’t. He didn’t wrap his arms around her, but he didn’t push her away either. Bulma figured she’d take what she could get and fell asleep with a smile on her face.



When Bulma woke in the morning she was alone in her bed. Her towel twisted around her uncomfortably, but her sheet covered most of her anyway. She wasn’t surprised at all to find Vegeta gone, or that she could hear the Simulator hard at work outside. His day to rest and whatnot was over. Vegeta was back to business as usual. Bulma wondered what business as usual meant for her. She vowed then and there that she wouldn’t push, she’d just let things happen.
Vegeta would probably do that thing where he just pretended nothing undesirable had happened. She’d decided that if that were the case, she’d let him. It was almost a given that anything she did to get his attention was just going to push him further and further away. Besides, she needed time to adjust to her own thoughts and feelings. Aside from the fact that the sex had been mind-blowing, how sure was she that Vegeta was the kind of guy she wanted in her life?
She wasn’t going to deny that she felt something for him. Worry, concern, irritation... somehow he had wormed his way into her life, and possibly her heart, but that didn’t mean she was going to give him leave to stomp all over her. Knowing who he was and what to expect, she figured she could keep herself pretty guarded from the arrogant Prince. She hoped she wasn’t just lying to herself.
She dressed and went about her day, working on this or that going about her business. Her father avoided her gaze at lunch and she wondered just how much he’d heard. Considering his lab was right below her bedroom she decided it must have been quite a bit. Thankfully her mother seemed oblivious.
After dinner Bulma retired to the living room to read. She had an older mystery novel she’d been meaning to pick up for a while now, a birthday gift from her father a few years back. She curled up on the couch and started reading, captured after the very first page. Caught up in the world of royal monarchies and street wise detectives, she didn’t hear her dad follow her into the room.
Several minutes into it she was startled by Dr. Briefs clearing his throat and rustling a newspaper. She looked up and took a deep breath. “Oh, hey dad, I didn’t hear you come in,” she was preparing to return to her book when her dad coughed nervously. “What’s up?” she asked, sure now that there was something on his mind.
“Well, Bulma, it’s just that I’m a bit... concerned about you.” His mustache twitched as he avoided direct eye contact again. “I don’t think I have to tell you why,” he said hopefully.
Bulma sighed and set her book on her lap. “No, you don’t,” she wondered if her dad was really going to push the topic, as he was clearly uncomfortable about the whole thing.
“I just want you to be careful,” he said his fatherly role was not one he put on often. “Your mother and I have always wanted the best for you, Bulma. I know you’re a grown woman now, and that you have a certain regard for the adventurous and even sometimes the dangerous, but this...” he gestured in the general direction of the GS. “I’m just worried that it, that he, may be far more then even you can handle. You’re a brilliant and capable woman, but if you end up playing with fire, you’re going to get burned.” It was quite a speech for her dad and she felt her heart swell with love for him.
“I know, Dad,” she whispered and looked towards the windows overlooking the yard. “I didn’t intend for this to happen, but now that it has... I’m not sure what to do. But I don’t want you and mom to worry about me. I don’t have any delusions as to just what or who Vegeta really is. And I don’t really expect anything from him. I don’t know what’s going to happen, but I am going to be very careful. Trust me, I’ve got my flame-retardant suit all ready when it comes to him. I’m not going to let him hurt me,” she smiled at him reassuringly. ‘At least not too much,’ she though to herself.
“I guess that’s all a father can really ask,” he smiled back at her and then went back to reading his paper. Bulma picked up her book again and sighed in relief. That hadn’t been too horrible.


Vegeta came in later that evening well after dark. He’d progressed extensively over the course of the day, making leaps and bounds in his strength and agility. He still was unable to achieve the level of super saiyan, but he felt even closer to it now then ever before. He was hopeful that in the next week he would be able to finally ascend.
Which posed the question. Why this sudden breakthrough? He’d been pretty stuck lately, but after yesterday that had changed drastically. He didn’t know if it was because he’d given his body a day to rest, or if was because of the massage, or if it possibly had something to do with... his other activities. The more he considered it, the more he realized that forcing himself to stay away from the Woman might be a bad idea. When he’d woken that morning he’d had no intention of letting it happen again, but after the day he’d had he was reconsidering that decision
And of course there was the fact that he’d enjoyed mating with her very much, although he’d never admit it out loud. He just didn’t need the distraction. He forced himself to retire to his room alone, banishing any and all thoughts of that blue-haired siren.
That night he slept poorly, plagued by dreams that left him in a cold sweat. When he awoke they drifted into nothingness like mist before the wind, but he was left with a persistent unsettled feeling. The remainder of the night was spent tossing and turning and he rose early to escape his restless bed.
All morning he pushed himself, desperately working to rid himself of his unease. He eventually succeeded, but that was the only thing he accomplished that day. His training and focus were sorely lacking, despite his single minded drive to loose himself in the fighting.
By the end of the day he had not progressed any further. His frustration and self-deprecation were only increased by the fact that he knew exactly where he wanted to turn to rid himself of his anger. He wondered if thinking another sack session might aid him in his training were just an excuse to fuck Her again. Always she seemed to be in the back of his mind promising pleasure and physical release.
He didn’t want to believe for a second that he needed her, or depended on what she had to offer him in order to succeed as a fighter and warrior. He decided that it was his choice whether to claim her body for his own selfish purposes or not. He was in control and he could say yes or no at anytime to use her as he saw fit.
And that was how he ended up following her upstairs after dinner, walking a few steps behind her. As soon as they were out of ear shot from her parents he stepped forward and grabbed her around the waist, pulling her into his room.
“Wha?!” she squeaked in surprise. “Vegeta what are you...?” her question was cut off by his mouth on hers. He had pulled her into his room, shut his door, and pinned her against it. Bulma hesitated in surprise, but only for a second. Then her body leapt into action. Her arms slid around his waist, pulling him to her. Her mouth leaned into him, her tongue working just as fervently as his to posses the other completely. One of Vegeta’s hands slid under Bulma’s shirt and started pushing it up. His hand pressed into her soft abdomen and then blazed a smoldering path up over her ribs.
Bulma pulled away from Vegeta’s mouth gasping for control of her mind and body. “Wait,” she whispered, her hands on his chest switched modes from groping to resisting. “You can’t just attack me in the hall like that,” she protested, steeling her expression and forcing her face to match her words.
“Apparently,” Vegeta growled as he pulled her high collared shirt down and leaned in to press his tongue against her not-quite-healed super hickey. “I can.” He smirked as he felt her shiver in his arms.
Bulma swallowed hard and then tried pushing him away again. “Stop it, Vegeta.”She forced her legs closed and leaned back into the door as far as she could. “ I’m not some whore that you can just use whenever you want to without even saying hi first.” She put on her best scowl ignoring the needy throb between her thighs.
Again, Vegeta reached under her shirt and pulled at her. “You talk too much, Woman.” His jaw dropped in shock as she slapped his hand away. He reacted without thinking, his hand gripping her under the chin and slamming her head back against the wall. His chest rumbled with a threatening growl.
“Cut it out,” she said through her teeth. He wasn’t really hurting her, he just had to assert his manliness. “Would it really kill you to have a conversation every once in a while?” She turned her head, trying to break free of his grip, but his fingers started to press painfully into the tender skin of her neck.
“Lets get one thing straight right now,” Vegeta said venomously. “I don’t like you. We will never be friends. This isn’t a “relationship”. I don’t want to “talk”. I have no interest in “getting to know you better”. I want to fuck, and that is all. And it is exceptionally irritating that you seem hell bent on pissing me off by incessantly running that whiny voice of yours.” He released her slowly and stepped back, his arms crossed of his chest habitually closing himself off. He was seriously rethinking his decision to continue their physical relationship. He should have know the weak little witch would have to make more of it then it was. He’d already revealed more of himself to her then he was comfortable. Her very presence seemed to rip right through his cold, tough exterior and into the carefully guarded, twisting inferno that was his soul. “Would it kill YOU to shut up once in a while?”
Bulma looked at him her expression softening for a second and then she started to laugh.
“What are you laughing at?” Vegeta huffed and clenched his jaw.
Bulma put her hand over her mouth and looked like she was about to double over. “Us!” she leaned back against the door to keep from doubling over. Slowly she got her mirth under control and reached for Vegeta. She wrapped her arms around his elbows and tried to pull him closer. He stood fuming and immovable so she stepped towards him instead. “We are such a bad idea,” she said shaking her head and flashing him a brilliant smile.
Vegeta grunted and it might have been an agreement, but made no move to do anything. His eyes looked over her face unsure of what her next move would be. He was surprised when she leaned forward and kissed him lightly. He felt her arms slid around his waist and try to hug his body to hers, but his arms were still crossed between them making it kind of awkward.
Bulma flicked her tongue over his bottom lip. He remained stiff in her arms, but at least he wasn’t pulling away. She grinned against his mouth and lowered her fingers to his tail spot which she pressed firmly through his clothes. Vegeta gasped as the Woman sent lightning up his spine and into every cell of his body. She took the opportunity to deepen their kiss, her tongue was in his mouth tracing dangerously seductive paths over his own tongue, teeth and inside of his lips.
When the shock of what she’d done passed Vegeta growled into her mouth and unfolded his arms. Within seconds he has her pressed against the door again, her arms pinned over her head. “You are more trouble then you’re worth, Woman.”
“Ditto, Vegeta,” she continued to smile up at him sweetly until he moved in and smugly kissed the smile right off her face.



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