Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Satan Video ❯ I just wanna go home! ( Chapter 15 )

I had lots of fun writing this chapter, and I hope you all enjoy it. It will finally conclude the bizarre day that began in chapter 11. I did not mean to drag it out that long, but oh well. As always, you guys have given me a warm fuzzy feeling with your reviews! Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. A few of you have been begging for some of that beautifully sour, yellow fruit that we all know and love. Well wait no more because here it is, well a little ways down the page anyway. I hope it lives up to your expectations.

WARNING: LEMON AHEAD! Proceed with caution!

Disclaimer: I've decided not to add anymore of these, since I wrote one for the first 12 chapters. Heh heh I forgot last chapter. If it wasn't made clear by now, then you obviously need mental help. Actually, I'm just running out of things to write.

Chapter 14: I just wanna go home!

The two carefully flew through the night sky with their drunken, singing cargo still trying to escape their grasp. He was furious that the movement of his body was being restricted, because he was in the mood to dance. He would occasionally try to kick his leg free or slap whoever supported his upper half. Goku winced when a clawed finger managed to jab him in the eye when a flailing hand collided with his face.

"Damn it, Piccolo! Keep your hands out of phoo muh memph." He quickly ended his rant when the hand found its way into his mouth. Goku looked tremendously disturbed as he turned his head, attempting to dislodge the green man's fingers from his mouth. The Namekseijin, being taller than the rest of them, had proportionately longer arms, so when the first plan didn't work, Goku resorted to his second instinctive reaction, biting down hard on the offensive intruders.

"YEEOOWW!" Piccolo howled in pain, quickly retracting his fingers from their imploring quest and cupping them within his other hand. Krillin burst out laughing at the sight of the injured alien and his assailant who was spitting furiously at the moment. When the taste in Goku's mouth appeared to not be leaving without the aid of a drink, he turned to glare at his companion that had yet to get his amusement under control.

"Enough already, Krillin. Let's just hurry up and get him home." The bald man nodded, though he was still laughing quite a bit. It had distracted him just enough that he didn't notice that the drunken alien's foot was on a collision course with his groin until it was too late. Krillin's eyes crossed as he unconsciously released Piccolo's feet and quickly fell from the sky. Goku sighed in exasperation as he watched his friend land not so gracefully in the park below them.

Piccolo randomly swung his legs around in blissful freedom until sending them straight up, pulling himself upside down in the process and somehow managing to worm himself free of the Saiyajin's grasp. Goku grabbed the edge of his cape and drug him down to the ground with him to check on Krillin who was at that moment pulling himself into a standing position.

"Hey Krill, you alright?"

"Yeah, he just caught me off guard. What the hell is he doing now?" Goku turned around to see what his friend was inquiring about. Piccolo appeared to be dancing, but the strangeness of the movements themselves was not what he was curious about. He was an alien after all and tended to do a lot of things that others found slightly unusual. What Krillin had noticed was the fact that he appeared to be holding onto his crotch for dear life.

"Uh Piccolo, is that a dance from Namek?" Goku asked. The green alien mumbled something that neither of the other could understand. Goku rolled his eyes and walked over there to him.

"Hey we couldn't hear you. What did you say about that dance?"

"I said that it's not a dance. I just need to use the potty," he whispered and appeared to be almost blushing. Goku raised an eyebrow at his childish reaction.

"Okay, it is official. Piccolo is never allowed to even look at a beer again." Krillin began laughing when the `dance' appeared to be a little more urgent than before.

"Dude, hurry up and piss behind a tree or something so we can go," the bald man added.

"But someone might see me. There has to be a restroom around here somewhere," he whined.

"It's probably close to midnight. I'm sure we're the only ones here. No one will see you," Goku stated. Piccolo cleared his throat nervously and gave him a pleading look.

"Of course if it'll make you feel better we'll turn around." Goku turned his back on the intoxicated alien and elbowed Krillin in the side when hadn't turned around as well. As soon as the two were no longer watching him, Piccolo took off staggering through the park, unable to contain his maniacal laughter. They both sensed that he was retreating, but could only laugh at the fact that he was even able to come up with that little plan considering how drunk he was.

"Should we go get him now or let him have his fun for a little longer?" Krillin asked with a grin.

"Nah, let's go ahead and get him. We don't know what kind of mess he could get himself into drunk for the first time, running through the city in the middle of the night."

"Yeah, you got a point."

Several long minutes and three escape attempts later…

The trio landed at Goku's apartment, having decided that leaving Piccolo by himself would only result in a drunk alien being unleashed upon an unsuspecting populous. He grabbed the door knob only to find it locked.

"I'm surprised Vegeta isn't back yet," Goku said as he fished his keys out of his pocket to let them in. Piccolo howled in laughter again.

"He won't be back for a while." The other two just ignored him which irritated the tall alien. "I know you guys don't want to believe me, but you didn't hear the grotesque things they were talking about on the way to the restaurant. I did." Goku opened the door to his apartment, and they went inside. Piccolo stretched out on the couch, while Krillin sat down in the chair across from him before responding to the alien's claims.

"I want to believe you, really, but I've known Bulma for quite a while. She thinks cheaters are some of the biggest scum of the Earth. I think the alcohol has made you delusional," Krillin said before he realized that Piccolo had passed out during his short explanation. He glanced up at Goku who only shrugged. A yawn escaped the short man's mouth, and he decided, "Guess it's time for me to go home. I'll see you later."

"Yeah, see ya," the alien replied with a wave. He slouched in the chair where Krillin had been sitting and thought about what Piccolo had said. He knew Bulma's very adamant views on the issue, but the thought was still an interesting one. `What if they really are secretly involved? That would explain Vegeta's strange behavior over the past week, well some of it anyway.'

Even though part of him wanted to believe it, he couldn't totally convince himself. She and Yamcha appeared happy, but she had left subtle hints that things were not going as well as she would've liked. Bulma still wouldn't cheat on him just because things weren't perfect, especially with Vegeta. He was sure that the arrogant prince would consider her to be beneath him. He shook his head as he got up from the chair and walked into his bedroom. `I'll just have to ask Vegeta about it next time I see him,' he decided.

Bulma frowned as the ride back to her apartment seemed to take a lot longer than it usually did. She was unintentionally chewing on her bottom lip, stealing the occasional glance at the man in her peripheral vision.

Her seemingly subtle actions did not go unnoticed by Vegeta who found her anxiousness entertaining. Much to his disappointment, he was fighting his own battle with self control. His keen senses had picked up on her aroused state while they were at the restaurant, but he had been able to ignore it, his hunger working to his advantage for once. Being within the cramped confines of her car proved to be an entirely different situation, though, as her enticing scent could do nothing but assault his nostrils. There were no distractions inside the metal transport, and it's not as if one could simply not breathe.

Vegeta was thankful that her car was quite small, since they were practically shoulder to shoulder, barely separated by a manual shifter. He grinned as he decided to give her the torture he didn't follow through with earlier in the ladies room. He brushed her hair behind her ear as he lightly kissed her neck. She subconsciously leaned into the soft caress of his lips. He worked very slowly, covered every inch of her neck until he made his way to her ear where his tongue caressed the sensitive skin right below it. Her eyes fluttered shut, and she fought to keep her breathing steady. As his hand found its way under her shirt, his fingertips barely touched the skin of her stomach, drawing an imaginarily line from her navel to her sternum, her muscles slightly contracting under the tactile contact. He pulled the collar of her shirt over to kiss her shoulder when the brakes suddenly made him slam forward into the dash.

"Damn, Bulma."

"Sorry. Red light. I guess I was a little distracted," she offered with a weak smile. He chuckled just a bit as he went back to her shoulder, using it as a starting point for his tongue and running it all the way up to her jaw line. She shivered despite the heat that was building inside the car. The fingers that had been dancing upon her stomach were now inching ever so slowly to her breast. Her breathing faltered when he finally brushed a thumb over her hardened nipple. His mouth left her neck to assess how well his torture was affecting her. He slipped his hand inside the cup of her bra to feel her bare breast. His eyes burned into hers as he brushed over her nipple again, causing her to suck in a quick breath as she fought to keep eye contact with him.

Unaware to the couple, another car had pulled up next to them at the light. It was at that moment that Vegeta began to lick the shell of her ear as he continued to fondle her at an achingly slow pace. In the car next to theirs, an elderly couple was arguing about directions.

"You stubborn old fart! If you don't ask them where Gordon St. is, I'll get out and do it myself!" the woman in the passenger seat threatened.

"Damn it, Mertyle I know exactly where we are! You're the one who got lost in the grocery store parking lot."

"Now you listen here. If you don't ask them, I'll flush all your medications down the toilet!" He grumbled something about bitchy old hag thinks she's in control, but she couldn't hear him since she lost her hearing aid that morning. He turned toward Bulma's car, rolled down the window, and almost went into cardiac arrest at the sight in front of him. The blue haired woman was leaning her head back with her eyes closed and mouth partially opened as the young man was licking her ear and getting more acquainted with her beautifully pert breasts.

He sat there for a few seconds gawking at the luscious spectacle before him until the sound of honking car horns got his attention. He glanced up and noticed the light had turned green, cursing as he took one last peep at the couple beside him, only to find her car speeding away. He frowned a moment as he slowly pushed the gas pedal. Not too far down the road, he made a detour earning some serious ranting from his wife.

"Sidney, where do you think you're going now?"

"We're going home, and tonight I'm not going to need the Viagra," he said as seductively as he could. Mertyle only giggled as the car advanced down the almost empty road on the way back to their home.

Bulma sped down the road as quickly as she could pass through the gears as Vegeta's hand lowered from her breasts, running softly down her stomach before sneaking into the juncture between her thighs. A moan escaped her lips as he stroked her through her pants, lightly at first but slowly adding more pressure. She skidded around a corner faster than intended, and the g forces shoved her into her door but did not affect Vegeta's ministrations in the least. She floored the gas pedal as they flew down the deserted road that was not too far from her apartment.

She made a left turn into the parking lot of her apartments going a little too fast and threw herself into Vegeta this time. He responded by licking from her jaw to her forehead, causing the blue haired beauty's eyes to go half lidded. Unfortunately, she almost ran over one of her neighbors who happened to be walking her dog one last time before going to bed. Luckily the German shepherd sensed the danger before her master and jumped out of the way, pulling the stunned woman with her.

Bulma slammed on the brakes as she pulled into her designated parking spot. She was out of the car so quickly that even Vegeta was impressed. It suddenly occurred to her how desperate she was looking right then and stopped her world record sprint home. As she turned around to forcefully drag Vegeta out of the car, she found him standing right in front of her. He picked her up and flew them to her apartment, kissing her neck the entire time. She fumbled with the keys momentarily until successfully unlocking the door.

Vegeta kicked the door closed as Bulma pulled her shirt off, quickly followed by her pants. He threw off his shirt before wrapping his arms tightly around her and crushing his mouth to hers. Their tongues battled briefly before Bulma sucked his tongue slowly and hooked her fingers in the waistband of his pants. He brought his hands up to her chest, ripping her bra off to cup her perfect breasts as she began unbuttoning his pants. He grinned when he pinched both her nipples and received a gasp for his efforts. Seconds later, she slid his pants and boxers over his hips and down to his ankles, and he quickly stepped out of them.

Her fingers teasingly trailed down his chest before firmly gripping his erection. His breath became shaky as she began to stroke him. She kissed his neck before moving upward to lick his ear. Her mouth trailed back down to his shoulder and continued its journey south, pausing to tease his nipple briefly. His hands tangled in her hair anxiously as she descended past his abs. She finally reached her destination and ran her tongue over the head. Her hand released its grip on him and was replaced by her mouth.

Her hands moved to his hips as took him completely in her warm mouth, applying suction as she slowly slid it back out. His grip on her hair tightened as she paused, her mouth only caressing his tip. She quickly encased him within her mouth again, causing the prince to groan almost painfully. She continued her slow rhythm as his tail tugged at her panties and slowly pulled them down to her knees. It slithered up the inside of her thigh where it brushed over her womanhood. The unexpected contact caused her to squeal with his erection still in her mouth, the vibrations sending strange sensations through him. She ceased all movement when the appendage suddenly entered her. The soft fur only added to the pleasure it was giving her.

Vegeta, still holding her head by the hair, began moving his hips, thrusting into her mouth slowly in sync with the movements of his tail. The furry appendage began to curl back towards him while inside of her, finding her hidden pleasure point each time. Her fingers dug into his hips as her orgasm exploded inside her, her body convulsing around his tail seriously wearing at Vegeta's self control.

He slowly withdrew both appendages and picked her up to lay her on the couch. He climbed on top of her and kissed her deeply. Bulma's hands found their way into his spiky hair as she pulled him closer to her. His mouth left hers, running over her chin, down her throat, and down to her breasts.

"Uuhh, Vegeta," she whispered as his lips suckled one nipple before grazing it with his teeth. He moved to the other breast, giving it the same attention as Bulma wrapped her legs around his waist. This was all the encouragement he needed, and he entered her in one quick thrust. He tried to keep a slow, steady pace, but a whole evening's worth of teasing had affected him more than he realized and found pacing himself to be more difficult than ever before. He nipped at her shoulder as his tail wound its way around her waist assisting him in his efforts. He slid one of her legs up over his shoulder as he thrust into her as deep as he could go. Bulma's eyes rolled back into her head as he filled her completely.

He couldn't hold back any longer as primal instincts took over, and he pounded into her, enjoying the moment for what it was. His tail tightened around her waist as the first waves of climax hit him. She screamed as the dam broke for the second time that night. Vegeta growled as his body stiffened and his thrusts finally ceased. He rested his forehead against hers as he panted, not yet wanting to move from his current position. Bulma's hands released their death grip on the pillow behind her to cling to his muscular back as she kissed the end of his nose. He slid down just a bit to rest his cheek on her chest and allowed a small chuckle to escape his throat as he listened to the frantic beating of her heart.

A few minutes later, he realized that the rhythmic beating in his ear had almost put him to sleep. He sat up and rubbed his left eye before running his hand through his hair. Bulma stood up and stretched, oblivious to the admiring gaze of her companion.

"Man, I'm tired. I'm going to go to bed. Are you coming?" He looked at her questioningly. "You don't have to stay. I just thought you look pretty tired and might want to that's all."

"Do you want me to stay?"

"I wouldn't have asked if I didn't," she replied with a smile as she grabbed his wrist. He allowed her to drag him to bed where the two passed out promptly.

Next time: Bulma finally receives that damn package from Yamcha's stalker that I promised would be in this chapter. Things could get a little stressful for our blue haired heroine.

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