Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Prompted VegetaBulma ❯ Method of Persuasion ( Chapter 28 )
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By: inuy21 
All Vegeta wants is his Dragonball back
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Comedy / Angst / Romance / Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 09.19.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 574 | Visits: 331 | Status: Completed
All Vegeta wants is his Dragonball back
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Comedy / Angst / Romance / Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 09.19.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 574 | Visits: 331 | Status: Completed
Prompt: "Whisper". Word Count set at: 500
Disclaimer: I do NOT own DBZ or any of the characters. They belong to Akira Toriyama.
“Vegeta,” she breathed out as she backed away. Her heart hammered in her chest as she kept her eyes trained on the predator in front of her.
“You know what I want, woman.” His steps were small yet forceful as he advanced toward her. “I just want the Dragonball your little friend stole from me.”
“I d-don’t know w-what you’re talking about.” Her breathing was labored, as she continued to advance backwards.
He sneered at her. “You’re an awful liar.” He clucked his tongue as he eyed her body in the hideous yellow outfit she wore. “It’s a shame I’ll have to kill you.”
She gasped before stopping her steps. “All you want is the Dragonball, right? If I give it to you will you let me live?” She licked her dry lips. Her eyes caught his watching the gesture.
He smirked as his eyes shot up to meet hers. The bright blue orbs widened a bit at the expression on his face. “Give me the Dragonball and you’ll find out.”
She reached into a pocket of her jacket and pulled out a capsule. “It’s in here.” She went to hand it to him.
His hand lashed out, grabbing the capsule and the hand that held it. He yanked her body to crash against his, knocking the wind from her lungs. “I’m not a very trusting person.”
The whispered breath caressed her ear, sending a thrilling shiver down her spine. His free hand rested on her lower back, and she whispered a prayer that Krillin or Gohan wouldn’t return and find her in such a compromising position with a known enemy.
“Show me.”
Her knees buckled at the new caressing whisper that breathed across her skin. ‘Show him? Show him what?’ Her brain had apparently been turned to mush during the short interlude. A chuckle swept across her neck and cooled her heating flesh.
“The device in your hand. You said it held the Dragonball.”
She blinked, realizing that he was no longer holding her. She blushed, heavily. “Um, yeah.” She chanced a glance at the rogue warrior before activating and tossing the capsule.
Before the capsule could finish popping open, she was jerked forward and collided against his armored chest again. His mouth descended upon hers, giving her a bruising kiss before pulling back. Her hands raised to cup his face, bringing it back down so his lips would ravish hers once again. She moaned into the brutal kiss, her arms slipping around his neck so she could pull her body closer to his.
His teeth bit and nibbled at her lower lip before attacking her tongue. The slightest hint of copper hit his taste buds, and he groaned. His tongue swept back over her lip to get more of the intoxicating taste.
The bedroom door swung open, catching the two engrossed adults off guard. Bulma jumped back. Vegeta straightened and growled.
“What, boy?”
“Um, nothing,” Trunks squeaked before slamming the door shut and running for his short-lived life.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own DBZ or any of the characters. They belong to Akira Toriyama.
“Vegeta,” she breathed out as she backed away. Her heart hammered in her chest as she kept her eyes trained on the predator in front of her.
“You know what I want, woman.” His steps were small yet forceful as he advanced toward her. “I just want the Dragonball your little friend stole from me.”
“I d-don’t know w-what you’re talking about.” Her breathing was labored, as she continued to advance backwards.
He sneered at her. “You’re an awful liar.” He clucked his tongue as he eyed her body in the hideous yellow outfit she wore. “It’s a shame I’ll have to kill you.”
She gasped before stopping her steps. “All you want is the Dragonball, right? If I give it to you will you let me live?” She licked her dry lips. Her eyes caught his watching the gesture.
He smirked as his eyes shot up to meet hers. The bright blue orbs widened a bit at the expression on his face. “Give me the Dragonball and you’ll find out.”
She reached into a pocket of her jacket and pulled out a capsule. “It’s in here.” She went to hand it to him.
His hand lashed out, grabbing the capsule and the hand that held it. He yanked her body to crash against his, knocking the wind from her lungs. “I’m not a very trusting person.”
The whispered breath caressed her ear, sending a thrilling shiver down her spine. His free hand rested on her lower back, and she whispered a prayer that Krillin or Gohan wouldn’t return and find her in such a compromising position with a known enemy.
“Show me.”
Her knees buckled at the new caressing whisper that breathed across her skin. ‘Show him? Show him what?’ Her brain had apparently been turned to mush during the short interlude. A chuckle swept across her neck and cooled her heating flesh.
“The device in your hand. You said it held the Dragonball.”
She blinked, realizing that he was no longer holding her. She blushed, heavily. “Um, yeah.” She chanced a glance at the rogue warrior before activating and tossing the capsule.
Before the capsule could finish popping open, she was jerked forward and collided against his armored chest again. His mouth descended upon hers, giving her a bruising kiss before pulling back. Her hands raised to cup his face, bringing it back down so his lips would ravish hers once again. She moaned into the brutal kiss, her arms slipping around his neck so she could pull her body closer to his.
His teeth bit and nibbled at her lower lip before attacking her tongue. The slightest hint of copper hit his taste buds, and he groaned. His tongue swept back over her lip to get more of the intoxicating taste.
The bedroom door swung open, catching the two engrossed adults off guard. Bulma jumped back. Vegeta straightened and growled.
“What, boy?”
“Um, nothing,” Trunks squeaked before slamming the door shut and running for his short-lived life.