Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Sentimental Value ❯ Bra ( Chapter 2 )

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She smiled confidently down at him.

“Told you I remembered.”

“Whatever,” Vegeta responded.

Bulma placed her arms around his neck and touched her nose to his. “Want to hear about Bra?” she whispered sexily.

“Not especially,” he whispered back.

Bulma frowned and sat back.

“Smart ass,” she muttered.

Vegeta smirked.

In a huff, Bulma tried to climb off him but Vegeta grabbed her waist and held her in place.

“I'm listening, woman,” he sighed.

Her smile returned. “Okay, let's see…Bra, Bra. Oh! That would have been right after Buu. Remember, it was our first night home after- after you,” her voice caught slightly, then she smiled, “-came back. It felt so good to be home. I remember putting Trunks to bed, seeing him now it's hard to believe he was ever so little…”

Vegeta got comfortable against the headboard. If he knew himself well, which he did, this would be a long one. A very long one.

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Bulma gently stroked his face. His features were so defined and yet soft. He looked so much like his father. All he lacked was that ever-present scowl, well…and the towering black hair. She pulled the covers over her sleeping child as she ran her eyes over his sweet face checking for damage. As proud as she was of him, she wasn't so sure about this super hero stuff. She wasn't sure which was worse, having one for a son or being married to one. Neither was good for her blood pressure. She placed a soft kiss on his cheek then with one last glance, she left the room gently closing the door behind her.

She thought about the hero waiting for her in their bedroom. That's what he was, after all, her hero. It sounded corny but it was true and she still couldn't believe it. He had died for her! She knew he cared for her, maybe even loved her but to give his life…she was still in awe.

She reached the open door and looked in. He stood by the window, shirtless, staring at the dark rainy night. His form was silhouetted against the window. Her eyes caressed the well-toned muscle of his upper body, the small scars that graced his magnificent form. She didn't think she could ever get enough of looking at him.

Even though she was sure he had noticed her, his eyes never left the sky. She entered the room, closing the door as she did and approached him. She wrapped her arms around his slender waist and laid her cheek on his back. He didn't even flinch, just continued to watch the falling rain. For a moment she just listened to his soft breathing, enjoying the peace.

Finally, she broke the silence. “I thought I'd lost you,” she said softly.

He said nothing.

“I don't think I would have survived,” she continued. It hurt her pride to admit such weakness, but she wanted -needed- for him to understand what she felt. When he died, she literally felt her heartbreak. It had been like the shattering of a precious crystal. She knew he was gone long before she had proof. At the lookout, Goku had only confirmed what she had already known.

Vegeta grunted at her comment. “You had the boy. You would have survived just fine.” The rain continued to hold his attention.

She slowly walked around him until she could look into his face. She gently pulled at his chin so that he had no choice but to look into her eyes. “I'm not so sure about that,” she whispered. She placed a tender kiss on the right side of his mouth then turned his head slightly and kissed the other side. Vegeta gave her no response, he only stared intensely into her mystifying blue eyes.

Bulma let her kisses stray to his jaw and down his neck. She nibbled lightly on his shoulder, nibbled at the exact spot on her body in which he permanently marked her only a few years before. She ran her hands down his powerful arms, loving the feel of his skin beneath her hands. It was a feeling she never thought she'd know again.

She placed her hands on his abdomen and slowly ran them up his beautiful body till she was once again touching his face. Her hands on either side of his face, she pulled gently so that her lips touched his. She pressed her tongue into his mouth and for the first time he took part by gently massaging her tongue with his. The only sounds were that of their soft breathing and the rain that fell lightly on the windowpane. Bulma could honestly say this was the sweetest kiss they had ever shared.

Pulling away, Bulma took Vegeta's hand in hers and lead him away from the window and over to the bed. She placed her hand on his shoulder and guided him to sit on the edge of the bed. She stared into his ebony depths as she knelt before him. Grabbing the waist of his pants she tugged gently until she could pull them down his lean legs and toss them aside.

She started with his collarbone, placing soft phantom kissing along it. As she moved downwards she placed open-mouthed kisses on his pecs, letting her tongue play with his nipples. She continued her quest downwards stopping momentarily to play with his navel. Vegeta let his head roll back as her glorious mouth reached where he wanted it most.

She touched her tongue to the tip of him then ran it along his hard length, loving the earthy taste of him. She glanced up at him then took him full into her mouth, receiving a groan from Vegeta. She circled him, suckling lightly wanting to give him the maximum amount of pleasure.

Vegeta felt himself nearing completion and, not wanting the pleasure to end yet, grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her up, his lips meeting hers in a delectable kiss. Bulma wrapped her arms around his neck and deepened the kiss. Vegeta took the opportunity to loosen the tie on her light blue silk robe. He pushed the worthless garment off her shoulders and onto the floor. He pulled his mouth from hers and lowered it to her waiting breast, sucking deeply on his mouth's prize. Bulma knelt on the mattress to give him complete access to her overheated body.

When he complete his torturous attack on her breast, she urged him to lie on his back. Once he had complied, she straddled his hips and lowered her warm welcoming womanhood onto his heated penetrating staff, wrenching moans of pleasure from both their throats.

At first she moved with slow deliberation, prolonging their torture. Then Vegeta grabbed her hips and began to move her quicker on his member, turning her heavy breathing to panty moans. She rode him hard, her body feeling as if it would explode into flames at any moment. He pulled himself up so that they touched from thigh to chest and took her quivering mouth in his. His tongue did the same to her mouth that he was doing to other parts of her body. The mixture heightened her senses, driving her closer to the release she wanted so much. As the first wave hit her, she tore her mouth from his and cried out his name.

“Oh Vegeta, Vegeta, Vegeta,” she repeated as he continued to drive into her. He thrust inside her one last time, making sure she was complete then he let himself follow her, letting out a gruntle growl that sent shivers down her already quivering spine. They held on to one another as the sensations overtook them. When their breathing calmed slightly, Vegeta laid back taking her with him. Bulma reached down and pulled the covers up around them then rested her head on his chest.

“Promise you'll never leave me again,” she said into the darkness.

“No,” came the soft reply.

Bulma lifted her head slightly to look into his eyes and she understood his reply. He couldn't promise because he knew that if the necessity ever presented itself again he would gladly make the same choice to protect her and their child. Bulma nodded her head and laid back on his chest, praying that she would never lose him again.

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“And that's,” Bulma said putting her face inches from his, “how we made the beautiful little girl sleeping down the hall.”

“Very entertaining story,” Vegeta said.

“Thank you,” Bulma said sitting back.

“I think we should build a monument to this bed. Honoring all my great accomplishments here,” Vegeta said thoughtfully. His face was dead serious but his eyes held a twinkle of amusement.

“Someone's very full of himself,” Bulma said.

“You're a lot fuller of me than I am,” Vegeta said with a lusty grin.

Bulma took a moment to think about the comment. When she got it her eyes widened in shock and she playfully slapped his arm.

“Vegeta!” she said in mock admonishment.

Vegeta grabbed her by the hips and rolled until she was pinned beneath him.

“You're going to learn to keep your hands off me, woman,” he said dangerously.

“Oh yeah?” Bulma challenged him, a smile haunting her lips.

“Yeah,” he muttered as he lowered his lips to her neck.

“So, uhm, I guess, um, this, oh, means we're keeping the bed?” Bulma asked.

Vegeta ran his hand under her gown and cupped her bare breast. “Whatever you want,” he said has his thumb flicked over her nipple.

Oh, she knew what she wanted, all right.

'And it doesn't have anything to do with the damn bed,' she thought as his mouth covered hers.

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