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

Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ or the song "Sexual Abuse" … but I think they go together very nicely. ~.^

Warning: With a name like `Sexual Abuse,' it has to be smut! ~.^

Many thanks to my lovely beta-reader, Mushi_azn!

~~* Lyrics *~~

Sexual Abuse

"Ungh, ungh, ungh, give it to me, give it to me, give it to me," Bulma moaned loudly in his ear. Vegeta growled and continued pounding into her until he came. With a loud groan he collapsed atop his lover, panting heavily.

But Bulma wasn't through with him tonight. Not by a long shot.

~~*I don't mind if you tie me down,

and fuck me all night long.

I don't mind if you straddle my face,

and sing your little song.*~~

Pulling a long silk scarf from the drawer in the nightstand next to the bed, Bulma sensuously pulled the translucent piece of fabric across her body, past her flat stomach and through the valley between her breasts, as her prone husband watched with hungry eyes. She caressed her neck with the sheer scarf before threading it in between her legs. Then, suggestively stroking it in between her fingers, she sauntered, hips swaying, towards Vegeta.

Meeting little resistance as she rolled him onto his back, Bulma grinned. She straddled his muscular stomach and took his arm in her hands, pulling his palm up to her breast. He cupped it, squeezing, making her squirm, moan, and press her aching wetness against his hot skin, some of her fluids dripping out to lubricate his sweat-slicked abdomen. Sliding herself back and forth across his stomach muscles as his hand roughly toyed with her hardening nipple, she quickly tied the scarf around Vegeta's wrist.

With a small tug on the scarf, she pulled his hand away from her tempting breast. Vegeta growled at her, but seeing the sexy glint in her eyes and feeling her wetness pouring onto him, he merely smirked and let her continue her escapade.

Wrapping the scarf behind three of the vertical bars of the wooden headboard, she brought it to his other wrist to finish tying him down. Then she slipped her drenched genitalia slowly up the contracting muscles of his stomach, past his smooth chest, all the way up to his mouth.

Without a moment's hesitation, Vegeta growled against her damp, sensitive labia, his tongue drinking up the juices that continued to fall freely as Bulma moaned above him, cupping her own breasts and pinching her nipples between avid fingers.

"Vegeta!" she cried out, pressing her lower lips more firmly against his mouth. His tongue swept out and dove straight to the core, thrusting in and out, wildly arousing her. She cried out his name again, and, as one of her hands continued to fondle her breasts, the other moved slowly down her body until it encountered her clitoris, and began rubbing the sensitive bud in rhythm to the strokes of Vegeta's tongue.

"Vegeta!"

A moment later, she climaxed. Vegeta greedily drank up her sweet feminine juices before easily breaking free of his restraints and pushing her down onto her back. With a wicked smirk, he mounted her.

~~*I don't mind if you claw my flesh,

with your manicured nails of glass.

I don't mind if you know the truth,

you're just another nice piece of ass!*~~

Bulma's orgasm hadn't yet come to a halt when Vegeta slammed into her; his invasion of her slick passage just triggered another explosion. She screamed his name and dug her nails into his flesh, creating shallow, crescent-shaped wounds just above his shoulder blades.

He growled, licking and sucking on her neck as he lifted her legs above his shoulders for better access and continued slamming into her. His hands wildly traversed their way from her knees to her stomach to her breasts, which he squeezed roughly, his fingers pressing down hard on her nipples. Bulma screamed her pleasure; he liked rough sex, and so did she. The rougher the better.

Along this vein, Bulma's hands ran down her lover's back to grip his taut backside, squeezing him and digging her nails into the sensitive flesh. Vegeta snarled, a wild sound of pleasure as his pace increased to inhuman speeds. Bulma saw a flash of gold from the corner of her vision and grinned-stretching her legs over his shoulders, she dug her heels into his buttocks beside her clutching hands, pulling him closer, deeper with all her might.

With a deafening roar, Vegeta's hair flashed from black to gold, his eyes to teal; inside her he grew larger and longer, stretching her and touching the very tip of her womb; a second later, her inner muscles began contracting wildly around him, and he screamed her name at the top of his lungs as he succumbed to her passion, his seed pouring endlessly into her waiting receptacle.

~~*I need my sexual abuse,

gotta have my sexual abuse.

Come and get your sexual abuse,

take my sexual abuse!*~~

After taking a moment to rest and allow her orgasm to pass, Bulma jumped up from the bed, despite Vegeta's growl of protest. Walking over to her closet, she pulled out a large velvet bag and winked at the lazy-lidded Saiyan, who, despite descending from his Super Saiyan state, even now grew hard again, knowing what was in store for him when his wife decided to bring out the Pleasure Bag.

"Eenie, Meanie, Minie, Moe," she began teasingly, "Catch a Saiyan by the toe. If he hollers, don't let him go-just step back and watch him grow." She eyed his newly formed erection as she reached deep down into the bag, her face contorting with a look of pure ecstasy as she arched her back, thrusting her breasts forward. Her body undulated as she reached deeper and deeper into the bag, her eyes closed as she searched for just the right object to fit the mood of the night: rough and wild. A cat-like grin formed on her face as her fingers brushed against the perfect toy. Her eyes opened and she let out a husky chuckle, her gaze locked with Vegeta's as she pulled her selection slowly from the bag.

One of his eyebrows arched in mock-surprise; the sexy smirk on his face told her he had already known what her selection would be. Bulma pouted playfully as she swung her hips from side to side, sauntering over to stand in front of him.

"That's no fun, Vegeta," she told him playfully, brushing his cheek gently with the handle of the whip. "If you already know what it's going to be, that takes away all the fun." She continued to pout as she slowly walked backwards, unfurling the long, velvet whip and running it deftly, sensuously, through her fingers.

"I guess that means I just have to mix it up," she whispered devilishly, "and give you something that you don't expect." That said, she fondled the whip handle as though it were his arousal, rubbing it against her face, then down across her breasts and her belly, finally stopping in between her thighs. With a wicked glance at his riveted, unwavering gaze, she opened her labia with two fingers and gently inserted the tip of the handle, as though it were a dildo.

"Oh, Vegeta," she murmured huskily as she swirled the tip of the handle around her entrance. "I wish it were you," she whispered with a sensual smirk, inserting the handle even further. Vegeta growled, his eyes still locked onto the wicked things she did to herself with the handle. "But you have to promise," she told him, thrusting the handle inside her fully, to the point where it could go no further, "that you won't spoil the surprise!"

A moment later Vegeta stood in front of her, his hands clutching her shoulders as he placed the head of his penis directly against her clitoris. Bulma gasped as he began a short, quick rubbing movement against the core of her pleasure, making her convulse into another earth-shattering orgasm as she stood in his arms.

Then one of his hands reached down and grabbed the whip, thrusting it in and out of her as he continued brushing his tip against her most sensitive organ.

Orgasm after orgasm exploded in and around Bulma. She screamed his name until she was hoarse and convulsed without end, her hands clutching his strong shoulders as she leaned against his body, unable to stand on her own.

Finally withdrawing the whip and tossing it carelessly aside, he pushed her away from him. Bulma fell roughly onto her knees, glaring at him-until his hand reached out to cup the back of her head and pull her towards his straining desire.

~~*I don't mind if you eat my meat,

as long as you swallow my load!

I don't mind if you get real wild,

while I'm cummin' deep in your throat.*~~

He growled as her mouth latched around him, sucking, moving up and down his glistening erection, her hands running up and down the sensitive insides of his thighs, loosening his legendary control. Just that thought alone could make her cum; the fact that she was the only one who could scatter his control to the seven seas, make him loose all vestige of it. Only she had that kind of power over him, and she reveled in it.

Her teeth grazed him purposefully, and he let out a mighty yell, his hands clutching the back of her head almost to the point of pain. Bulma cupped his sac in her hands, her long, red fingernails gently scratching him, making him delirious in pleasure-pain as he tossed her to the floor, straddled her face, and began thrusting into her mouth.

Bulma went wild, taking him all the way to the back of her throat. Her nails raked down his back and across his sides, fondling the wildly contracting muscles of his stomach. He rammed into her willing mouth like a piston, finally spilling himself as she held his hips against her face and swallowed.

When he collapsed beside her, leaning back on his hands as he took in great gulps of air, Bulma decided she wasn't done with him yet. She wanted more-much more. The night was still young, and filled with lots of sexual possibilities.

~~*I don't mind if you go insane,

with your bloody puss on my chest.

I don't mind if you squeal out loud,

while I eat you better than the rest!*~~

She planted her face in his lap, sucking on his limp member, bringing him back to life with her lips and teeth and tongue. Vegeta growled and pushed himself to the back of her throat again. Bulma moaned around him, then pulled herself off of him, gently pushing him onto his back against the plush carpet. With a wicked grin she trailed her pussy up his thighs, dangling it teasingly above his quivering length before moving upwards, ignoring his growl of displeasure. She rubbed herself against his chest again, then snuck her legs beneath his back, rolling them until she lay prone and his face lay between her open legs.

"An eye for an eye," she whispered, "a mouth for a mouth." She reached down, planting a finger inside herself teasingly. Vegeta pulled it from her roughly, planting it inside his lips, sucking her fluids off her finger. Bulma moaned, wrapping her legs behind his head and pulling him towards her. With a smirk, Vegeta complied, playfully nipping at her inner thigh to let her know that he was doing this because he wanted to-not because she commanded him to.

Bulma giggled, but soon he had her moaning. His teeth roughly bit her clitoris, causing her to climax instantly. With a deep, wicked chuckle, he moved his entire mouth to her entrance, sucking up her juices and roughly thrusting his tongue inside her, as his teeth grazed the sensitive inner lips, triggering climax after frenzied climax.

"Vegeta!" her voice was hoarse, overused; she couldn't stop screaming his name as he gave her pleasure after pleasure, making her moan and quiver beneath his wild lips.

When he decided she'd had enough, he lifted his head from her, grinning and licking his lips, his eyes shining into hers.

She knew what that meant; he would make her pay for trying to dominate him!

~~*I need my sexual abuse,

gotta have my sexual abuse.

Come and get your sexual abuse,

take my sexual abuse!*~~

Taking the discarded whip from the floor, Vegeta stood above her, stroking the velvet length idly between his fingers.

"Now, Woman," he purred, dangling the tip of the whip across one nipple, then the other, making the hard buds tighten with pleasure, "I will show you who is Master of this household."

Cracking the whip violently in the air, making her wince at the sound, he grinned. Roughly, he picked her up in one arm and tossed her onto the bed as though she weighed nothing. Bulma sat up on her knees, watching him, waiting with eager anticipation for what would come next.

He smirked at her, approaching, his eyes still locked with hers. With an unwavering gaze, he brushed the side of the whip first against her cheek, then down the creamy alabaster skin of her neck. The whip toyed with her breasts, making them swell, but when she tried to cup them to ease the ache herself, his hand shot out to restrain her, holding both her wrists in one hand above her head, and pushing her back against the bed as he leaned over her.

The whip trailed further, dipping into her prone belly button and making her giggle as it tickled her most ticklish place. Vegeta then brushed it against her wet thighs, burrowing between them and touching her drenched lips.

Bulma bit back a moan, but Vegeta claimed her mouth with his own, roughly pushing his tongue inside her as he repeated his earlier trick with the whip, simultaneously attacking both her entrances in a single smooth motion.

After provoking her to climax, he stood up, leaving her bereft. Bulma moaned at the loss, but felt something land on her stomach. She looked down and realized that Vegeta had tossed the whip over to her. She looked up at him, questioningly.

Vegeta smirked sexily. "Do your worst, Woman," his husky voice dared her.

~~*I see you standing there,

oh yeah you look so fine!

I swear I think you're on fire,

baby, I think you get me high!

I think I know what you want,

and more than that,

I think I've got what you need.

I know about your luck, honey,

you just wanna fuck!*~~

Bulma smiled at him, plucking the whip from her chest. She knew exactly what she would do with it-and she knew that he would enjoy it.

She wanted to make him cum. She wanted to make him scream her name.

Standing up from the bed in a single fluid motion, Bulma walked in a slow circle around her husband, who stood cockily with his arms folded across his chest in his usual smug pose.

Bulma grinned. She'd wipe the smirk right off his face!

When she had completed her circle, she stopped directly in front of him. She pressed against the quivering head of his erection with a single finger, teasing. Vegeta growled, and she looked up at him from beneath her lashes.

Pressing her body against his, she leaned up and captured his mouth, thrusting her tongue inside as he had done to her just moments before. One of her hands crept around the back of his neck to thread itself in his hair; the other wrapped the whip firmly around the base of his penis.

As they kissed passionately, she moved the newly-formed ring up and down along his length. Vegeta growled into her mouth, pressing his tip against her thigh. Bulma smirked, and pulled the whip taut, squeezing him.

Vegeta snarled, her rough treatment arousing him, making him grow even longer than his already massive proportions. She continued stroking and squeezing him, now with both hands manipulating the velvet whip, as his actions and growls grew more feral.

He was losing control. His much-prided, much bragged about control was quickly slipping away. Bulma's heart raced faster at the thought, her hands on the whip speeding up their pace.

Vegeta's hands grabbed her arms roughly, making her wince. His breath quick and heavy, he gentled his grip slightly, forcing himself to remember that she was only a weak little human, and he could easily snap her arm in two with his full strength. Unable to hold back, however, he buried his face in her neck, biting deeply into her skin and then licking up the wound, tasting her thick, salty blood.

Bulma moaned; he had first bitten her years ago, the very first time they had fucked. Since then, they had been mates, and he periodically opened up her bite-mark, making it deeper each time. The pleasure that passed from one end of her body to the other when his teeth sank into the marks in her neck was beyond compare; she couldn't hold back her response.

With a yelp, Bulma dropped the whip, her hands clutching his shoulders as her knees buckled and she fell against him, feeling his erection still throbbing against her soft belly. With a small hop, she lifted herself up against him, wrapped her legs around him, and proceeded to lower herself onto his straining shaft, burying him deep inside her.

Vegeta growled, sucking even more blood from her wound, making her dizzy as she moved herself up and down upon his length. Her hands buried themselves in his hair as she arched her head back, giving him even greater access to her neck.

He was wild now, frenzied, moving within her and sucking upon her as though nothing else existed for him in the world. Moments later their orgasms pounded down upon them simultaneously, his seed spurting into her, filling her so completely that some dripped out onto the carpet, as he licked the wound a final time and barely managed to make it to the bed before they collapsed together in a sweaty heap.

Bulma let out a small smile of satisfaction as the pleasure continued to heat her entire body, making her tingle.

In their shared moment of ecstasy, he had screamed her name.

~~*I don't care if you're afraid,

down on your hands and knees on the floor!

I don't care if you squeal in pain,

while I penetrate your backdoor!*~~

Bulma stretched her limbs with a cat-like grace. She was slightly sore from the night's exertions, but still had plenty of energy for more.

Just as she was about to climb atop Vegeta to take the dominant position in their love making, he shoved her off of him with such force that she tumbled off the bed, landing on her hands and knees on the floor.

"Hey, what's the big idea-" she began, before feeling him kneeling behind her and thrusting himself in between her butt cheeks.

Bulma gasped as she felt him penetrating her anus. She loved it when he caressed the smooth skin of her backside as he slammed into her, kissing her back as it arched in a desperate attempt to get as close to him as possible. She moaned, thrusting her hips back against his pelvis, feeling his hot breath cascading against her shoulder blade.

His hands reached around her body as his hips bucked against hers. One hand flew to her breast, cupping and fondling the dangling globe, as the other nestled beneath the folds of skin covering her swollen, over-sensitive clitoris, pinching it roughly between his fingers.

Bulma gasped and moaned, grabbing his muscular forearm to hold herself steady and keep from collapsing onto the floor.

"Vegeta," she moaned, as she felt his rough, wet tongue slowly make its way up her spine, causing shivers to arc up and down her entire body. His pace grew rougher within her, she felt his dangling sac tighten even as it slapped against the backs of her thighs, emphasizing his fast, deep thrusts.

When his mouth reached her neck, he purred against it and blew into her ear, making her shiver even more with desire as fluids from her unoccupied hole overflowed and gently dripped onto the carpet and his tense, muscular thighs planted between hers.

With a loud grunt and a sharp final thrust, he came within her, his strong arm folding across her waist to hold her back against him as his release triggered hers and her entire body went limp with pleasure.

"Vegeta," she groaned again, utterly depleted from this last round of sexual pleasure. She wondered what he was up to as he gently lowered her to the floor and began making a trail of light, nipping kisses down her spine. When his lips reached her quivering backside, however, she let out a shocked gasp, suddenly realizing what he was about to do.

She cried out his name as his tongue darted into the cleft he had just claimed, licking up his own recently ejaculated fluids. His hands spread her lower cheeks and he applied his mouth with a deft grace born of much practice, creating a sucking pressure that began gently, but soon formed a tornado of pleasure that soon spun out of control, exploding within her.

His mouth then dropped to drink her gushing love juices, darting from one entrance to the other with a dexterity that could only belong to a Saiyan. His mouth lowered to her burning clit then, sucking on it, and as he triggered another release in her he picked up her hips and slammed into her from behind, holding her hips against his as the very tip of him touched the very base of her womb. Then he withdrew completely, despite her helpless whimper of protest-she was far too gone with pleasure to do anything more than whimper at this point-and slammed himself into the hole he had just penetrated minutes earlier, ripping another shocked cry of pleasure from his human lover.

He continued this technique, thrusting with surprising speed and accuracy into the alternate orifices, triggering climax after climax within the woman beneath him; just as one orgasm reached its peak, another cascaded down on top of it, draining her of the ability to do anything except push her hips back against his and bury her fingers deep in the carpet, holding on for dear life, until he let out a mighty roar, pulling out and spilling himself on her lower back.

~~*I don't care if you take your drugs,

just as long as you don't take mine.

I don't care if we burn in flames,

as I bang out your womanly fire!*~~

He swept up the milky white liquid with his tongue as he rolled his limp wife over onto her back, hovering over her and kissing her with an open mouth, transferring his seed to her mouth so that she could swallow every last, salty drop.

Giving her but a moment to swallow, his mouth returned to hers, plundering, his tongue thrusting inside, sweeping over the hollows of her mouth, licking her tongue. He then retreated, nipped her chin, and began kissing a path down the heated flesh of her chest as she lay beneath him, moaning and writhing with pleasure, reveling in his virility, endurance, and control.

Hefting her in his arms, he carried her over to the bed, where he lay her down and knelt between her legs, positioning himself.

As he thrust inside her, he simultaneously powered up to Super Saiyan, increasing their combined pleasure ten-fold, and making her scream with passion, her hips wildly rising to meet his, her fingernails tearing into the hard muscles of his back, her toes burying themselves within the sheets, quivering and curling against the shock of pleasure that overwhelmed her nerves.

Pounding into her with a rhythm and a speed unmatched by any human, Vegeta varied his thrusts; fast, slow, deep, shallow, bringing the woman beneath him to the edge of pleasure and then holding it back from her, a roller coaster of sensations churning through her body as he lit her on fire, then banked the flames, again and again.

When she could finally stand it no more, he gave in, and thrusting so deep inside her, pressing his body so close to hers that they were as one being for an endless moment of pure bliss, he released himself inside her, drinking up her hoarse screams and satiating his own deep, never-ending need for the blue-haired angel lying beneath him.

The power of his release knocked the breath from him and caused him to power down as he collapsed beside her, the muscles of his stomach shaking as he drew in shallow gasps of air, wondering as he did so how one simple, weak, powerless creature could affect him so.

Taking in a deeper breath, he turned on his side and brushed the blue strands of hair out of her face, gently caressing her temple. She was so plundered, so utterly satisfied and sexually fulfilled, that her body still shook from that last orgasm, her face still drained of color, her eyes still shut in ecstasy.

Vegeta smirked.

Even if the woman did affect him as no other being ever had … he affected her the same way.

And that knowledge made him content.

~~*I need my sexual abuse,

gotta have my sexual abuse.

Come and get your sexual abuse,

take my sexual abuse!*~~

Through the corner of her eye, Bulma could see the sun peeking through the curtains. Without a single wink of sleep behind him, Vegeta stood up, stretched, and began to dress so he could go out and train, as he did every morning at dawn.

"But Vegeta," Bulma murmured as she curled up beneath the covers, her lids drooping as sleep beckoned, "I wanted to be on top at least once …"

Her husband smirked at her as he pulled on his gloves, reaching out to stroke her cheek tenderly with a single finger.

"There's always tomorrow night, Woman," he reminded her in a deep, husky whisper.

Bulma didn't respond as he pulled the covers closer around her still, naked body and nuzzled the sensitive skin beneath her ear one final time before quietly exiting their bedroom.

He'd let her sleep for now. She'd need all the rest she could get before they repeated the previous night's encounter this evening.

Vegeta smirked.

He looked forward to it with great anticipation.

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A/N: I've had the idea of writing a pure smut scene based on this song for a long time now! Hope you enjoyed reading all that gratuitous sex as much as I enjoyed writing it! ^.~

Love, Tina