Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Prompted VegetaBulma ❯ Flesh ( Chapter 12 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Oneshot prompt was: "Delicacy".
Warning: LEMON AHEAD.
Diclaimer: I do NOT own DBZ or any of the characters. They belong to Akira Toiryama.


She loved watching him. It wasn’t like she was really spying on him. No, she only did it when she thought he wasn’t paying attention or no one else was around. At first she had told herself it was just her curious nature, a need to know everything. Now, here she was pretending to look for something to eat so she could be in the same room as him. Her curiousness was slowly forming into an obsession, and his latest interest didn’t help the matter.

She watched from the corner of her eye as he stacked another emptied plate to the unwavering pile by his side. It still amazed her that such a hostile man could have such finesse, especially when it came to stacking plates. When Goku was over, he could care less about where the plates ended up after he was finished with them! In fact, she couldn’t even count how many plates had been broken due to his carelessness.

“Bulma, dear,” her mother’s voice carried across the kitchen. “Your father is looking for you, says he needs your help with something.”

Bulma looked up from the open fridge. “Alright, tell him I’ll be right there. I was just getting a snack.” She smiled at her mother before turning her attention back to the contents of the fridge. She wasn’t really hungry, but she had to pick something. She grabbed a water and sighed heavily before closing the door and crossing over to the island counter where a bowl of fruit sat. She picked up an apple and went to the sink to wash it off.

“You don’t have to pretend for my sake, woman,” the man - er, alien - sitting at the kitchen table told her.

She turned around. “Pretend?” she asked curiously as she proceeded to dry the apple.

He picked up a napkin and wiped his hands and mouth before answering, “you’ve been looking through the fridge for the past 5 minutes. Surely if you were hungry, you would’ve grabbed something by now instead of just giving up.”

She smiled as she took a big bite of the red fruit, chewed, and swallowed. “Humans don’t eat like Saiyans, if you haven’t noticed yet. I can forgo hunger until I get done helping my father.”

He frowned slightly. He’d always thought that she looked too skinny, but now that he was bedding the feisty scientist he knew that wasn’t true. Her body was quite toned, probably from carrying all that heavy equipment. He just couldn’t resist baiting her, though. “Perhaps you’d look better with a little more meat on those bones.”

She swallowed the bite she had been chewing before giving him a lusty smirk. “And you waited a whole week to complain about it? That’s not like you, Vegeta.”

“Tch. You better go help your father.”

Her smirk faded as she grabbed the water with her free hand. Even now that she shared a physical relationship with Vegeta, her curiosity of him was at an all time high.

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After helping her father out, she went back to the kitchen to finally grab some lunch. It was a little past 3 in the afternoon, so she figured Vegeta would be holed up in the GR for the rest of the evening like usual. So, she fixed her lunch and headed upstairs to her room.

Not wanting to waste a beautiful day, though, she went to open her balcony doors, and as she stepped outside she could hear loud grunts. Walking over to the edge, she peered down to see Vegeta - in his usual attire of no shirt, spandex shorts, and tennis shoes - throwing punches and kicks into the air. She set her elbow down on the railing, before quickly pulling away from the scorching heat.

She frowned as she rubbed the abused elbow, but still continued to watch his agile movements across the lawn. It was just another part of him that she would never get bored with. Watching the beads of sweat rolling over his hard-worked muscles, his shorts clinging even tighter to his thick thighs.

“Woman, what are you doing up there?” his barking voice breaking her spell.

“What does it look like? I’m watching you dance across my backyard,” her voice loud and strong as her earlier smirk returned.

He looked and felt around with his ki to make sure nobody was coming before floating into the air and over to her balcony. “I do NOT dance,” his voice full of venom.

She reached out and grabbed his arms, pulling him onto the balcony with her. “Nobody’s coming, right?” she asked softly as her hands traveled up his sweat covered arms to his shoulders.

“Of course not.” His previous anger melting away at her implied question. “Do you think I’d be that foolish.” He smirked as his arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her flush against him. He had to remember that she was fragile, and couldn’t take a lot of his force.

She leaned into him, her hands smoothing their way up his neck and into his hair. She felt his fingers dig into the soft flesh of her ass, trying to hike her up. “We should probably go in, just in case someone walks by.” She leaned over to nip at his ear as she locked her legs around his waist.

He grunted in response and moved them inside, making sure to gently close the glass doors. He moved to the bed, first unweaving her hands from his hair, then unlocking her legs so she fell on the plush bed.

She scooted back on the bed, giving him a mischievous grin. “I thought you didn’t like my body?” her voice playful as she eyed the predator in front of her.

He growled as he rested his knees on the bed, kicking his shoes off. “I never said that, woman. I just said that it wouldn’t hurt to get a little more meat to cover your bones.”
“Oh, so you want me to become fat.” She knew this game by now. He couldn’t just give her a compliment like most men, instead he worked on insults.

He reared back a little at her statement, but quickly placed his hands on the bed, so he could crawl toward her. He nipped at her bare leg, receiving a gasp. He smirked. “That’s not what I meant either, and you know it. I don’t know why you insist on playing these word games with me.” His hand smoothed along her right leg, bending it at the knee, before doing the same with the left leg.

“They’re not word games, Vegeta. I just….” the words never left her mouth as his lips crashed over hers, effectively shutting her up. Her hands automatically rewrapped around his neck and dove back into the coarse hair. She could feel his lips pressing harder over hers, as a hand deftly undid her shorts.

She moaned into their kiss as he tugged at her shorts and underwear. She unfurled her fingers from his hair as he finally pulled back. She lifted her hips for him, biting at her bottom lip as she felt the cool breeze on her bared flesh. It didn’t last long as she felt his hand grip her tank top, ready to pull.

“Wait.” She put a hand over his before sitting up. “Why can’t you take my top off like you do my shorts - intact?”

“Because,” was all he could tell her. He couldn’t tell her that her jean shorts could do damage to her delicate skin. The one thing about her body that truly fascinated him. It was so pure and light, the exact opposite of his scarred and dark skin.

She huffed, but sat up slightly so she could toss the shirt off her body as he just stared at her. “Whatever,” she pouted as her feet pushed at his shorts. “Now you’re overdressed, or have you changed your mind?”

He quickly tugged his shorts off, throwing them in a random direction. “I haven’t changed my mind yet, have I?” He eyed her, his flesh pressing against hers. Her feet were already locked around his thighs as the heels of her feet pressed against his ass.

She smirked. “Not yet, and I’ve still got plenty more tricks up my sleeves to keep you entertained.” She bucked her hips slightly, and pressed harder into his ass, but he still wouldn’t budge.

It was his turn to smirk. “If you’d shut your mouth for more than a few seconds, I might be inclined to keep coming back after this bout.”

Her face grew serious, and her lips pressed tightly together.

His smirk grew wider and a chuckle rose in his throat. “You enjoy our time together that much, huh?” he asked with a raised eyebrow. Her heels still pressed deeper into his hardened muscles. So he dipped slightly forward, letting his head graze over her lower lips.

She bucked, trying to catch him, but he pulled back at the last second. Her leg strength was not even an effort to him. “Teasing isn’t nice, Vegeta,” her voice already a little breathless with anticipation.

He leaned down to nip at her ear. “And what are you going to do about it?” His soft lips brushed across her neck, along her jaw, and finally up to her lips. His hands caught her hips as they bucked again, being careful not to press too firmly into the soft flesh of her hips.

“I may not be able to overthrow you physically, but I’m sure I could think of something to do to the gravity room.” His fingers tightened on her hips as his eyes locked with hers. “So stop teasing,” she said through clenched teeth as she tried to buck her hips against his hands.

She hadn’t even felt him move above her, when he suddenly slammed into her. His hands pressing her hips up to his. Her eyes still locked with his fiery filled ones. “If I see you anywhere near the GR without my consent.” He pulled out, and in his moment of fury, forgetting that she was a fragile human, he pushed back in roughly. His hands keeping their firm grip on her hips. “I may not hold back.”

She gasped slightly as his thrust became hard and deep. His hold on her hips never loosening, and she could feel his fingers pressing down on her hip bones. “Don’t hold back now, Vegeta,” she breathed harshly. She knew he’d been holding back, and now she knew why. She didn’t care, though. She put trust into all the control he showed so many times during his training.

His heart jumped and pumped faster at her words. ‘Don’t hold back now.’ Had he heard it correctly or was she that far gone that she was spouting nonsense. He looked down, his hands keeping her hips pressed against his as he drove into her. His pace much quicker and harsher than usual - un-human almost - but she wasn’t crying or begging for him stop. Instead she was encouraging him on.

His left hand moved from her hip to the back of her thigh, pulling her leg higher on his hip. Her breathing quickened as his thrusts got deeper. She could feel his breath fan across her neck before his teeth pulled at the flesh. “Do you know what you’re asking for, woman?” he breathed against the abused flesh of her neck.

“Yes,” she all but screamed out as he hit something deep inside her. “Yes,” she panted, trying to regain some control, “I know you have superior control, and I trust that you wouldn’t hurt me.” She gasped and another loud moan escaped her mouth.

“You put so much faith into a murderer, a monster, the enemy of your friends,” his voice never wavering or breaking for a moan. His right hand reached down, and hiked her other leg higher to meet it’s partner.

She shuddered at the almost uncomfortable position he had her in. ‘At least she wouldn’t have to do her crunches this week,’ the thought leaving as soon as she’d formed it. His teeth once again raking across the sensitive skin where her neck and shoulder met. It felt wonderful, that mix of slight pain and pleasure. “I put trust in your control. If you wanted to hurt me, you so easily could,” her panting growing heavier by the second.

He moved to the other side of her neck, giving it the same harsh treatment. He felt her body convulse under his, a sign that perhaps her body didn’t need such delicate treatment. Her earsplitting cry to the heaven’s boosting his own release.

After she regained her breathing, she turned her head to look at him. “So, still got any complaints?”

“You need to work on your stamina. I’ll be back tonight to check on your progress.” He gave her a roguish look before pulling on his training shorts and shoes, checking for ki’s, and heading back outside to his training.