Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Satiation ❯ Satiation ( One-Shot )

Disclaimer: I don't own Dragonball Z or an of its characters. They are all creation of the great Akira Toriyama.

 

 

Satiation

 

The second Vegita walked into the kitchen for a "light" snack, he knew something monumental would happen that day. Ever since he'd first laid eyes on the loud-mouthed onna, he'd somehow known they would end up tangled together, weather he wanted it or not. How not to realize that when some of the first words to come out of her vulgar, well-shaped mouth were: "You can't jump all over me even if you find me seductive."

 

The low-class onna had put those thoughts in his head ever since. It was all her fault.

 

Alarm-bells began ringing in his head, screaming Danger, danger when he saw the disrespectful chit sitting on top of the table in the middle of the kitchen's island, legs crossed, blue eyes flashing dangerously. He walked towards the refrigerator, giving her his back, trying to ignore the musky smell of her perfume and pheromones. He could tell she was horny.

 

And so was he, damn it! Shimaata, he hadn't banged a woman in quite a while. He was never promiscuous to begin with, he didn't really enjoy prostitutes -too low for him- and most species he encountered with Nappa and Raditz he didn't find attractive -although they would screw anything with a vagina. It was a wonder really, that he wasn't a virgin.

 

However, this particular woman was always prancing around in very tight, short clothes, showing off what he had to admit -just to himself- was a delectable body.

 

What was his problem? Why was he letting her get him worked up? She was annoying, loud, common, irritating, insufferable... the list could go on and on.

 

There she was, decked in an extremely short red tube top dress that shouldn't be called a dress. It had slits on both sides, exposing all of her thighs, as if the scrap of fabric needed to be even more revealing. Her hair was unbound, caressing her shoulders. Thankfully, it wasn't fashioned in that strange too-curly strange hairdo she wore sometimes. Her loose vivid blue hair framed her delicate features perfectly. Hmn… perhaps he needed to get out of here now if he was thinking of her features in terms of delicate and vivid.

 

He tried to ignore her, he really did. It was a constant struggle since the day he had accepted her offer of free room and board. However, it had become harder since he had come back from his one-year training trip. Their relationship had shifted subtly. So subtly he hadn't even realized it at the beginning. But it had began acquiring a decidedly sexual shade to it.

 

She constantly let him catch glimpses of her almost half naked or in those tiny bathing clothes she called bikinis. She was always brushing against him, touching him in different oh so innocent ways. Their insulting banter was now laced with sexual innuendo, despite his intentions not to follow her game.

 

He was trying very hard to dismiss her, he really was. Problem was she wouldn't let him. Not that day, not ever. He bent over in front of the open fridge, and while he was fishing for something decent to eat, he felt her, heard her, damn it, he even smelled her as she got off the table and glided towards him. Then he felt her thighs brush against his rear end.

 

"Hungry, my Saiya-jin no ouji?" she whispered huskily right next to his ear. Her lips brushed his earlobe tantalizingly and it was all he could do not to bolt away or face her and make her pay for her insolence. Her silky voice was such a switch from her usual shrill screams, that it made him wonder if it was the same woman speaking.

 

Vegita straightened his spine, then turned around to face and smirk at Bulma. "Yes, I am hungry. However, I don't know if your refrigerator can provide me with what I seek," he told her, hoping she would rise to the bait and scream at him as usual. She would be a lot easier to handle that way. This silky, deliberately bold, soft, and sexy Bulma was too much of a temptation.

 

Bulma merely smiled and shifted her posture slightly, shifting her hips, making her breasts strain against the low neckline of her tiny, tight dress.

 

Devious little bitch, he thought to himself as she just kept staring at him with those seductive blue eyes of hers. He would have shoved her away right then and there, but he didn't want to risk touching her soft pearly skin. What would it feel like to taste that spot right underneath her ear? Would she moan? Gasp his name? Make breathless choppy sounds rising to screams as she came?

 

He shook himself mentally, trying to remember all the reasons why the arrogant, shrill onna was so annoying.

 

"Step aside, onna," he growled at her, breaking the tension charged silence.

 

"But you haven't even eaten yet. You must be ravenous after all that training."

 

Vegita snorted, feeling the cold air of the fridge beat on his bare back and legs underneath his spandex shorts, not doing a thing to cool his mounting fever for her, for her luscious looking breasts, which were still straining towards him. Were those her nipples peaking out?

 

Bulma tossed him a knowing look, leaning forward until their hips were brushing and her upper body was almost inside the huge fridge. Quickly, she grabbed and then opened a plastic container full of strawberries, straightened up and leaned backwards to look at him, one huge red fruit in hand.

 

Slowly, she bit on the strawberry, never breaking eye contact with him. She was looking at him with a mixture of a challenge and mounting arousal. Then she reached up with the half-eaten fruit and offered it to his lips.

 

Her eyes were telling him, “I dare you.” If there was something he couldn't resist, it was a challenge.

 

Without thinking about it, he simply bit on it and swallowed, striving for control, but rapidly losing the battle. What was he, a fool? Why deny the poor frustrated woman the pleasure of being fucked by him, the Saiya-jin no ouji? Why deny himself the taste of those sweet looking lips, those vying nipples she was so freely offering?

 

"Still hungry?" she challenged, laying a hand on his muscled chest, right on top of his heart.

 

In a lightning-quick move, he grabbed her by the waist, whirled her around and slammed her against the door of the refrigerator, closing it shut with a loud click. Her eyes were huge and surprised; staring at him, then became heavy-lidded as he pressed their bodies close together.

 

"You are playing with fire, onna," he spat, holding her prisoner against the refrigerator with his rock-hard body.

 

Her eyes darkened, making him think of a stormy sky. She arched against him, whispering, "My parents won't be home for hours."

 

It was a crystal-clear invitation if he'd ever heard one before.

 

And he was going to accept it.

 

Vegita growled, giving in. He tasted her skin right underneath her right ear, nipping with his sharp teeth, nuzzling her skin. The woman moaned and ground her hips against his, making him almost groan in response. His left hand plunged into the neckline of that indecent dress, scooping out one of her voluptuous breasts. He shaped it with his calloused hand, using his thumb to tease her nipples.

 

Pulling back to look at her, he noticed her pupils were dilated, the black orbs threatening to take over the vivid blue of her irises.

 

She shuddered as he continued to tease her breast, then he bent forward to take the already aroused and hard bud into his mouth, sucking greedily. It was pink and soft in infinitely delicious. She gasped, and tangled her fingers into his coarse hair, holding his head captive. When he lifted his head she made a sound of protest and he chuckled cruelly, but when he tended to her other breast, nipping almost painfully, Bulma's head fell back in a silent gasp, making a thumping sound as her head hit the refrigerator door.

 

The air was sweltering, thick and boiling hot. All he could hear was her gasping breaths. Her silky long legs were tangled in his. He could feel the contrast of her smooth skin against his rougher one as she moved them against his, as her hands glided from his hair to his neck and shoulders, gripping, caressing.

 

He wanted to see her come. With that thought in mind, he trailed his hands up her bare thighs, breaching the hem of her indecently short shirt, task made easy by its slits.

 

Vegita hissed when he found out she wasn't wearing any panties. Bulma giggled and trailed her hands down his bare back, kneading his muscles, hugging, touching.

 

"Touch me," she breathed in his ear while she nibbled his earlobe teasingly.

 

Before she could even finish the command, he was already tracing her intimate folds with his index finger. He could practically feel her eyes roll back. He began an attack on her sensitive nipples, the tip of his tongue flicking the buds. While he did that, he slowly inserted his index finger inside her and felt her inner muscles tighten around it. She as wet, hot and oh so tight. Then he withdrew it and circled her clit, earning a gut-wrenching moan from her lips. She was a lick away from orgasm, he could tell.

 

"You're already wet for me," he growled into her ear, abandoning her breasts. "I bet you want it even worse than me. You're dying for me to ram my hard cock up your tight pussy."

 

As he was saying this, he continued to press, squeeze and circle her breasts and rubbing her clit with the palm of his hand, while she bucked against him helplessly. The combination had the desired effect, as she stiffened in his arms and then shuddered uncontrollably, her head falling back, loud moans filling the air.

 

Damn, she's responsive, he thought, pleased. He would have his tongue cut off, though, before he told her she gave him pleasure. "It's so easy to make you come," he commented almost casually after her shudders ceased. "It's obvious you haven't had some in quite a while."

 

"Shut up," she commanded as she captured his head for a deeply sexual kiss. He responded, tongues dueling, exploring. He pulled away, smirked in superiority and grabbed her by the waist, lifting her up like she weighed nothing, setting her firmly on top of the closest black marble counter.

 

"We haven't even started yet, onna."

 

Bulma trembled and lifted her hips so he could shove her skirt up. It bunched around her waist. He yanked it down, completely revealing her beautiful breasts. Vegita kneaded them, enjoying the way she responded to his every touch. She reached down and yanked down his spandex shorts impatiently, making him smirk.

 

"Careful, you could poke an eye out with that," Bulma told him, chuckling heartily, eyebrows raised, holding him in her slim hand.

 

He merely snorted and fingered her entrance, teasing her most responsive spot until she was almost begging for him to take her. Wrapping her legs around his hips, she wantonly yanked him against her, grabbing his firm ass possessively.

 

"Now, you bastard…. Do it now."

 

Obliging her, he entered her, sliding in inch by torturous inch. She grabbed him harder, marking his ass with her fingernails, squirming to get even more of him inside her.

 

Vegita groaned at the sensation. He slid in half way into her heat, then withdrew completely to then enter from a different angle, earning a gasp from her as his shaft rubbed against every inch of her sensitive sheath.

 

"Oh Kami. Harder please, harder," she pleased, moaning when he started thrusting in and out smoothly.

 

He withdrew almost completely, his tip teasing her clit, watching her face, feeling her legs yank him forward again impatiently.

 

"Greedy bitch," he told her, his voice none too steady. She took no offense and she responded stroke by stroke as he thrust into her madly. Her hands gripped, as she squeaked in rising pleasure. He kept changing the angle subtly, driving her insane with desire as she tried to keep up. Shaking like a leaf she finally came, squeezing his erection hard with the walls of her tight entrance.

 

He kept pumping, and she matched his every movement easily, until he himself came, biting her neck to prevent himself from expressing his mounting passions.

 

Bulma's legs were still around him. She smiled down at him, licking her lips and shimmying her hips a bit, telling him without words she was up for more.

 

Vegita stepped back, removing himself from her. He was still hard as a rock. Before she could protest, he pulled her down from the counter, holding her hips. He rotated her around until she was facing the gleaming marble and was away from him, showcasing her perfect, round little ass to his feasting eyes. He bent her forward, his arms over hers, until her forearms were resting on the cool surface. Her breasts quivered in anticipation.

 

He parted her legs, spreading her wide for him. Then, he nipped her ear roughly, playing with her trembling body. Before she could even draw in a breath to gasp, he entered her in one swift movement, causing her to gasp loudly and then moan as he began slowly entering and withdrawing. She was a puddle of desire, trembling and making catchy little sounds. She was pushing her bottom against his pelvis, demanding more, faster, deeper. He kneaded her hips, her buttocks. His hands trailed up her waist and torso, caressing her exposed, flushed skin. He went upwards, cupping her tremulous breasts, playing with the vying nipples.

 

He began speeding up his movements little by little as he kept playing with her skin. Bulma's orgasm hit her like a tsunami wave. She screamed, gripping the counter, pushing backwards eagerly, feverish with desire. She bit her lips, tossed her hair until she screamed out his name.

 

Vegita's excitement rose unbearably, but this time he didn't come. As soon as her tremors ceased, he withdrew, turning her around to face his body, kissing her with bruising force.

 

She answered his demands, moaning loudly.

 

"Oh Kami, I love your hands, I love your cock," she groaned, as he grabbed her thighs to pull her legs up and around him, pressing her against him. He pushed her against a wall, mounting her immediately, driving desperate screams out of her throat.

 

Vegita had her countless times all over the kitchen. He had her on the floor, on the table, against the walls… he took her until she screamed as came every time, shuddering and trembling and vulnerable. He loved every second. He loved the way she responded to his every touch, every naughty suggestion, how easy it was to make her buck and orgasm under him.

 

For the last round, Vegita had her sitting on a chair, her legs wide open. He knelt in front of her, making her come several times with his mouth and his hands until he couldn't take it anymore. He sat in front of her and entered her silky sheath easily, as wet and open as it was from their numerous couplings. Thrusting into her deeply and agonizingly slow at first and then quickened to a savage intense rhythm, he touched every part of her until he finally came, spending himself into her, privately marveling at the pleasure he had brought her during their incredible fucking rump.

 

"I could continue fucking you all day," Vegita told her, his voice raspy, sending delicious shivers through her body, "but I'm going back to my training. You have already detained me enough."

 

Bulma pouted, and it was all Vegita could do to take her again, slam her on the floor and have her like an animal. "Isn't this training enough?" she asked him, her whole demeanor satisfied and satiated.

 

"Don't flatter yourself, onna."

 

She merely shrugged, uncharacteristically not rising to his bait.

 

"You've fucked me way too good for me to complain about anything you say," she told him, grinning and stretching like a cat.

 

His lips lifted, almost a smile. "Then I've finally found a way to shut you up. You'll be in my quarters tonight at midnight, so we can continue what you started."

 

"Maybe I've already had enough for today," she teased.

 

"I doubt it," he replied, standing up, sending her another smirk as he walked away naked, already looking forward to that night.

 

The end… or the beginning?

 

R/R if you liked it. I might write more. LOL.