Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Satan Video ❯ Covert Operations ( Chapter 8 )

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Last time: Everyone gets a little smashed at Krillin's party, and Goku gets sick. Bulma is pissed at Yamcha, so Vegeta takes her home and they share a kiss.

Chapter 7: Covert Operations

Oolong sat on the roof of Satan Video as he collected his thoughts. He knew what he was after but wasn't quite sure the best route to acquire it. "Why did I have to get caught stealing those movies? If only I were still allowed in the store," the disgruntled pig mumbled. Then it came to him. Grinning at his own ingenuity, he transformed into a mosquito and descended to the entrance. He followed a customer inside and easily made his way to the backroom undetected. Once he was alone, he transformed into a perfect copy of Bulma that way he could never be implicated. He entered the code to the backroom door and went in. It was then that the pig realized he had missed one vital piece of information needed to complete his task.

'Shit. I don't know which tape it's on.' He sat there for a moment, contemplating how he was going to get his hands on his prize. Finally admitting defeat, he gave a sorrowful glance at the security monitor; however, he noticed something odd, a tape sitting out in the open. 'Bulma always makes sure those are locked up in the cabinet.' He walked over and picked it up; noticing the date on the tape before the ecstatic grin overtook his disguised face. He quickly stuffed in into the waistband of his pants and left.

Back at the party, Yamcha grumbled mostly indecipherable words save a few curses as he refilled his plastic cup yet again. "I can't believe she would just take off like that," he complained to the air around him as he claimed a lawn chair. He was so consumed in self pity that he didn't even notice the woman who had walked up to him.

"Hey, you're that baseball player Yamcha aren't you?" she asked. Breaking eye contact with his beer, he discovered that the gorgeous woman had sat down next to him.

"That's me," he replied with a grin.

Back at Bulma's apartment.

Vegeta waited for a sign: a smile, a slap, the ripping of his clothes from his body, anything, but she didn't even blink; she was still in shock. Just minutes ago Bulma had acknowledged the mutual attraction that was surfacing, never once imagining that either of them would act on it. Her mind was racing. 'What am I doing? I still have Yamcha, although he never made me feel like this.' She had never felt so alive. Hell, her toes were even tingling. She knew that what she was about to do was wrong on so many levels, but she didn't care. Maybe the simple fact that it was wrong made it that much more exciting, but that kiss had just felt so right, and she wanted more.

Vegeta's waiting was rewarded with a seductive grin that sent chills down his spine. He was about to kiss her again when she put a hand on his chest stopping him. His eyes narrowed at her confusing signals. She stepped around him and walked toward her bedroom. Suddenly she stopped and turned back to him, her index finger motioning for him to follow. One corner of his mouth curved upward, realizing that she was playing with him. He slowly followed her to the bedroom, hands stuffed in his pockets, his excitement masked with disinterest.

As he crossed the threshold, Bulma grabbed his belt, yanking him to her as she kissed him deeply. He grabbed her hips, relishing the fruity taste her drink had left behind as his tongue danced with hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck pressing the entire length of her body against his, sucking on his bottom lip as he broke away. He trailed to her jaw, then down her neck, eventually making it to her ear. One hand had slid up to caress her breast, lightly pinching the nipple through her shirt. Her insides quivered more with each touch.

Vegeta took a moment to suck on her earlobe, his heavy breathing amplifying the already positive effect the simple action had on her. Bulma turned her head to break the contact, it was so overwhelming. She then began her own assault on Vegeta's neck, alternating light kisses with a few licks as she slowly tugged his shirt upwards. He pulled away, removed the article in an instance, and threw it across the room. She took a moment to admire his rock hard physique, before covering his shoulder muscles with light kisses, softly running her fingers over his abdominals. He grabbed the edge of her tank top and pulled it over her head.

He kissed her, pressing her small body against his and loving how it felt. He sucked on her ear again, and she couldn't take it this time. Bulma jumped on him, wrapping her long legs around his hips. His hands caught her ass and he walked over to the bed where he laid her down. Vegeta climbed onto her and devoured her neck before moving to her chest, carefully avoiding the most sensitive areas. He watched as she closed her eyes and reveled in the sensations he was giving her. He placed his mouth over one nipple, not quite touching it and observed her reaction when he flicked his tongue over it just once. A moan escaped her mouth and the grip her legs had on him tightened. He grinned in satisfaction as he flicked over it a few more times before sucking on it. It was driving her mad. Her head was tossing back and forth on the pillow. Her hands entwined in his hair, pulling him closer.

His fingers took over periodically pinching the nipple as his tongue assaulted her other breast. He slid down further, kissing her stomach as he slid the rest of her clothes off. He positioned himself between her legs and she squirmed in anticipation. He chuckled at her lack of patience before proceeding to taste her essence. He slowly lapped at her at first, enjoying the way her taste drove him insane with want. Vegeta inserted his tongue and swirled it around inside her.

The volume of her moans grew proportionally to his increase in speed. He then moved his oral attack to her clit, flicking it and gently sucking it, while he entered her first with one finger and then with a second. She was swimming in ecstasy, but Vegeta stopped right before he climax hit her. She groaned as she looked down at him. He grinned as he sat up and wiped her excess juices off his face with the back of his wrist.

Bulma wasted no time on embarrassment. She bolted to her knees and kissed him, tasting herself in the process, while she undid first his belt, then his pants. She leaned into him a little, pushing him backwards, and he took the hint to lie down. She grabbed his pants by the ankles and slowly pulled them off, followed by his boxers and added them to the ever growing pile on the floor. She slowly crawled over him, leaving a trail of butterfly kisses up his thighs and lightly stroking his abs with her fingertips. He groaned when she finally got to his erection, first licking the underside from base to tip. She then took him in her mouth; he moved under her, urging her to take him deeper. She complied, going a little further each trip. She wrapped her hand around the base to assist her, moving it in time with her mouth. Her efforts were rewarded with the moans he was no longer able to hold back.

The second she released him, she found herself pinned beneath the powerful prince, stimulated even more by the simple act of dominance. He teased her by rubbing his tip over her entrance. Her hips responded to his torture by rising toward him, as if to capture him when he passed by. Vegeta lost the battle with his own patience and dove into her, his eyes rolling back at her tightness.

He started slowly pumping in and out, building up to a comfortable rhythm. Bulma wrapped her legs around him and shrieked. Something furry had wound around her leg, but she calmed down when she realized what it was. "You still have your tail. How have you been hiding that thing?"

Vegeta just shrugged and resumed the pace he had previously decided on. He kissed her neck while he continued his thrusting, their ragged breathing constantly increasing with their mutual pleasure. Her grip on his waist tightened and her fingernails were lightly clawing his back. His tail released her as he pulled her legs up over his shoulders. He grabbed her hips and tilted them slightly, allowing him to hit her sweet spot, while his tail brushed over her breasts. She couldn't believe the amount of pleasure he was giving her.

He moaned and almost lost it when she started stroking his tail. He slowed his pace a little, and this was the distraction she was looking for. She slid one leg off his shoulder and placed her foot in his chest, giving him a gentle push. The serious look returned to his face as he backed up off her. She sat up and pushed him onto his back. All was forgotten though when she straddled him, slowly lowering herself on his manhood, a little too slow for his tastes. He grabbed her hips, forcing her down onto him, both groaning at the sensations. She grabbed his tail again and kissed the tip, causing him to clamp his eyes shut. She rested her hands on his muscular chest while she began moving at her own speed.

Vegeta opened his eyes and watched her naked form ride him, sweat glistening in the moonlight that crept in through the slightly open curtains, her breasts dancing in front of his face. He sucked and nibbled on her nipples as he pulled her hips down on him with more force than before, quickly sending her to climax. She shrieked as the pleasure permeated through every inch of her body. Her gyrating hips in conjunction with the contracting of her vaginal walls proved to be too much for Vegeta, and he was no longer able to delay his release, his grip on her tightening as he spilled into her.

She collapsed on top of him, panting heavily. Once she caught her breath, she kissed him and rolled onto her back next to him. He allowed her to rest a few minutes before turning to her sporting his famous smirk. She raised an eyebrow at him.

"What?"

"Just noticing how comfortable you look." She grinned, ignoring the conceited undertone of the statement.

"Well, why wouldn't I be?" He shook his head before replying.

"You act like our fun here is already over," he whispered as his tail brushed over her stomach. She was about to protest, but was subdued by his nibbling on her earlobe.

'Damn, he knows my weakness,' she thought as the tingling sensations spread from her groin to her stomach. He ran his tongue down her neck, over her collar bone, and down to her breasts, stopping to tease her already erect nipples. Her hands were running through his thick hair, and her hips were grinding against him in anticipation. Her silent pleas were answered when he thrust into her quickly.

A groan escaped his throat as he began moving inside her. This time he didn't start off slow. He pounded into her at a merciless pace, cautious enough not to hurt her. She felt herself growing close and just let the waves of ecstasy over take her. Her climax ripped through her and she screamed his name. Her orgasm caused a chain reaction in him yet again, and he released his seed, mentally cursing himself for letting a weak human have so much power over him. He rolled off her and the two collapsed in a heap of sweat and other bodily fluids, not bothering to find a sheet. Hell, it was too hot anyway. She rested her head on his chest and lightly ran her fingers over his stomach. She was asleep moments later, followed soon by Vegeta.

She wasn't surprised to wake up alone. What did shock her was that Vegeta had retrieved a pillow and a sheet from the floor for her before he took off. 'I guess he's not a complete jerk after all.' Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. 'Who could that be?' Her eyes went wide.

"Oh shit! Please don't be Yamcha. Please don't be Yamcha," she repeated as she got up onto her shaky legs almost tripping over a pillow as she walked over to put her robe on. The room was an absolute disaster: pillow, clothes, and blankets strewn everywhere, not to mention the smell of sex still heavy in the air. Incriminating evidence was still all over her as well. 'Damn it.'

"Just a minute," she yelled after the person knocked on the door again. She went into the bathroom and pulled back the tangled mess that was her hair and splashed some water on her face as she prayed for Kami to be merciful this time. She walked to the door and barely cracked it.

"Hey babe, what are you doing?" he asked with a smile.

"Yamcha, I'm not feeling very well right now and I'm not really in the mood for company. Can I please call you later? I really need to sleep this off." He nodded and smiled.

"Sure thing. Just call me later. Maybe I'll make you dinner or something." She gave him a weak smile and a thank you before closing the door. The realization finally hit her. She sat on the floor with her back against the door.

"What have I done?"

Next time: Bulma discovers that Krillin knows something about that night, but what?