Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Sentimental Value ❯ Trunks ( Chapter 1 )

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AN: Okay guys, I'm kind of nervous. This is my first lemon. I need you guys to give me some pointers so that the lemon in When You Least Expect will be top notch. Okay, here I go.

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"…and of course we should paint the room and maybe put up boarder?" Bunny Briefs questioned her daughter.

Bulma nodded her head in agreement. It was the time of the year where they went through each room and sketched out the new decorating schemes. They were currently in the last room, Bulma and Vegeta's bedroom.

"Ohhhh," Bunny said excitedly, "what if we paint the room pink!"

"Mom, you know Vegeta will never sleep in a pink room," Bulma said wisely.

"Hmh, well, you can ask him about it anyway. Now, last but not least, the bed."

"I don't think we should change it. It's just fine where it is," Bulma said.

"Oh, come on Bulma. You've had the same bed since, well…since before you and Vegeta were married," Bunny complained.

"Well…I'll ask Vegeta about it later," Bulma said reluctantly.

"Good!" Bunny said. She then took a deep breath. "Well I'm exhausted. What do you say we have lunch in town?"

"Sure," Bulma said.

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Bulma ran the towel over her wet hair one more time as she stepped out the bathroom. She looked at the bed to find Vegeta already in bed, reading the paper. She didn't know why but reading the paper before bed had become a habit of his. For someone who cared little for this `mudball of a planet' she found it strange that he would take to keeping up with its daily events. Then again Vegeta's reasoning only made sense to Vegeta.

Bulma walked to the foot of the bed and crawled up her husband's legs. She sat astride him and took his paper away, sitting it behind her.

Vegeta arched his eyebrow.

"I like this bed, don't you?" she asked out of the blue.

Vegeta's eyebrows knitted in confusion. "What are you talking about, woman?"

"I'm talking about mom."

"Why would you do something like that?" Vegeta asked puzzled.

"Vegeta, I'm serious. Mom wants us to get a new bed."

"So get a new bed." It seemed simple enough to him.

"But Vegeta what about the sentimental value?"

"Sentimental value?"

"Well, yeah. This is where we first…well…you know," she said.

Vegeta just looked at her.

Bulma sighed. He was so unromantic. "You know, we also conceived two children in this bed."

"There's no way for you to know that for sure. I've had you in so many places that anywhere in this build could have `sentimental value'."

"You're so nasty," she said in disgust.

Vegeta only shrugged his shoulders.

"For your information, I remember both of our children's conception perfectly."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah. Now let's see. Well Trunks is easy. That would have been the first time. It was about six months after the gravity room explosion, the one you actually got hurt in, and you yelled at me for taking care of you. Boy, had you pissed off that night…"

Vegeta rolled his eyes as the woman started in. It didn't look like he was getting any sleep tonight.

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She hated him! She was never going to speak to him again! All she ever did was worry about him and he actually had the nerve to yell at her. Well she was through with him! Screw him! She was so mad she could spit. Instead of spitting, though, she decided to take a shower. Grabbing her favorite teddy bear nightgown, she slammed her way into the bathroom.

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Vegeta walked down the hallway from the brand new gravity room. He couldn't focus tonight and he didn't know why. Well that wasn't true. He did know why. It was the woman. She was actually mad at him. In all the time that he had been here and all the things that he had said to her he had just assumed she didn't have a breaking point. Well…he'd been wrong and tonight he'd reached it. He couldn't even remember what he had said but it had obviously left its mark.

He was walking past her door and realized it was open. She was sitting on her bed in a short peach colored T-shirt with a teddy bear on the front, angrily towel drying her hair.

Vegeta leaned his shoulder against the door.

"So you're just going to be mad?" he asked after a moment.

Bulma's head snapped in his direction. The anger crackled like fire in her eyes.

Bulma stood up and marched over to the door, fully intending to slam the door in his face. Much to her surprise though, he stopped the door with his hand. He stepped into the room and closed the door.

"I asked you a question, woman."

"Get out, Vegeta," Bulma said through her teeth.

"Make me," he challenged.

Bulma growled. "I'm not going to play with you tonight Vegeta." She walked over to the nightstand and picked up her cordless phone. "If you don't leave now I'll call security."

Vegeta smirked. "Do you honestly think they could make me leave?"

Bulma sat the phone down and crossed her arms. "What do you want Vegeta?"

"I want to know," he said walking towards her, "why are you so mad?"

As he got closer, Bulma began backing up. "You know why. You had no right to say those things to me."

Vegeta continued calmly advancing on her. "I always say things I have no right to say to you. What's so different about tonight?"

Bulma realized her back was against the wall. Literally. Vegeta continued walking until there was nothing between them but thin air and opportunity.

"What do you want me to say Vegeta?" she asked hoarsely.

Vegeta reached up and swept a wet curl that was in her face aside, letting his hand linger on her cheek.

"Don't Vegeta," she said quietly.

He grabbed her chin and tugged gently until she was looking in his eyes. He then covered her mouth with his. Her gasp of surprise gave his tongue access to her mouth. He gently ran his tongue along the inside of her mouth.

Bulma tried to stay ridged, to keep her resolve, but it was too much for her. It was this that she wanted from Vegeta. This affection. Now that she finally had it she couldn't make herself give it up. With a groan of surrender, she let her tongue play with his.

For moments that seemed like hours, they stayed like that. Tasting each other, their tongues dipping in and out, a promise of what was to come.

When Vegeta could take no more, he pulled his mouth from hers and began trailing kisses along her jaw and down her neck.

"Tell me to stop, Bulma," he rasped out as a final warning.

Her throat was so dry that she could only shake her head `no'.

Vegeta reached down and grabbed the hem of her flimsy nightgown and snatched it over her head. He then returned to where he had left off at her collarbone. He placed gentle biting kisses along the base of her neck then he moved down. He reached her bounty and took her left breast in his hand while he ran his tongue along her right nipple causing her to shudder. Bulma tried to grab the wall but finding no hand holes, she ran her hands through his hair, pressing him closer. After he finished his feast on her right breast, he grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head with one hand. He then moved to her left breast. The pleasure she felt was immeasurable and the only way she could express it was by softly moaning his name.

He began moving lower, placing fiery kisses along her torso as he went. When he reached the mound of soft blue curls, he got on his knees and hiked her leg over his shoulder. He then gently pulled her pelvis towards his mouth. He let tongue dip in and find the nub that held the key to her womanhood. Her breathing became heavier as she once again placed her hands in his hair. Has her moaning became louder, Vegeta increased the speed of his tongue and inserted two fingers inside her to help speed the process. In one earth shattering moment she screamed out his name and her knees buckled.

Vegeta stood and lifted her into his arms, covering her mouth with his once again so that she could taste just how sweet she was. He carried her over to her king size bed and laid her down never once taking his lips from hers. She ran hands down his chest and only then did she realize that he still had on all his clothes.

"Not fair," she murmured as she reached down to pull his shirt over his head. Vegeta helped her and with in seconds his clothes were forgotten.

He continued to kiss her as he positioned himself over her. He slowly lowered himself into her softness. Bulma let a gasp of satisfaction into his mouth. The slight pressure of his entry was pure ecstasy.

Once the journey was made he gave her a moment to get use to him, but Bulma soon became impatient and began make small movements with her hips beneath him. He obliged her by gently withdrawing from her causing them both to shudder at the pure pleasure of it only to re-sheath himself in her once more. Slowly he set the rhythm and within moments had her moaning all over again. Soon his thrust became more frantic and Bulma met him thrust for thrust with an energy that belied her earlier satisfaction. When release finally came they cried out each other's names and held each other tight as they rode the rest of the storm out.

When their breathing returned to normal, Vegeta rolled off her. He leaned over the side of the bed and Bulma was sure he was getting his clothes to leave. She had once again chosen the wrong man.

Imagine her surprise, when he came up with the blanket that had been discarded in their lovemaking. He spread it over them and pulled her into his arms…

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"And that's how we fell asleep," Bulma said dreamily.

Vegeta only looked at her.

Bulma frowned. "Honestly Vegeta, can't you get excited about anything?"

He smiled. "According to that story, I get excited about a lot."

Bulma shook her head. She had to admit. She'd walked right into that one.

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