Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Show Him How ❯ Tucked in and ready for bed. ( Chapter 4 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

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Show Him How

Chapter 4: Tucked in and ready for bed.

Last Time: Bulma and Vegeta figure out where they're going, then land on the planet Imtor.

Bulma scurried to her feet as the door hissed open, brushing her pants off as she did so. The door was almost fully open, and she watched quietly as Vegeta prepared to step onto the ramp. "Iroshoin glamtro epehna." He spoke, the odd sounds rolling easily off of his tongue.

"Iroshoin glamtro epehna!" came a chorus from outside the door. Curious to see what was going on, Bulma tiptoed quickly towards the door, poking her head out, looking over Vegeta's shoulder.

"Roemol teppher?" Came a deep voice from the crowd of green creatures. There was a ripple of chuckles, and several suggestive leers from the obviously male beings. Bulma decided that she did not like the lecherous glances the men were sending her, nor the husky way in which they spoke.

"Ebelph kooriel tama." Vegeta snapped, pulling Bulma roughly into his arms. "Terriph tookekn." he purred, nuzzling her neck. Bulma flushed lightly at his touch, and a wave of good-natured laughter rippled through the group of men.

"Vegeta." Bulma hissed. "What the hell is going on? I can't understand a word you're saying!"

Vegeta smirked down at her, then looked back up towards the green man who had originally spoken. Bulma decided he must be their leader. "Oobiph fenor wegre?" Vegeta inquired, and the man reached into a pouch hanging from his belt. He brought something small out and tossed it towards Vegeta, who caught it easily.

"What is that?" Bulma asked, eyeing the tiny microchip warily.

"It's a translator." Vegeta put it in her palm. "Take a look. It attaches to the back of your skull, just above the hairline. It sends information to your brain which converts Imtorite into your native language, which would be Japanese, and vice-versa."

"I don't know about this…" Bulma murmured.

"Kami, woman! Do you honestly think I'd let them put some sort of brain control device on you?" Vegeta growled. Bulma shook her head. "Flip your head over and I'll put it on you." Bulma did as she was told, and the crowd of Imtorite males watched in fascination as her hair fell like a shining waterfall. Vegeta smirked to himself as he pushed the aqua curtain aside, finding the right spot on the base of her skull. He pressed the little microchip down, and then wiggled it lightly to see if it would move. It didn't. "You can flip your head the right way now."

Bulma stood up straight, frowning as she tried to fix her hair with the absence of a mirror. She jumped as one of the Imtorites spoke. "It's too bad," he said, grinning, "that you're Vegeta's mate. We could have given you a good time."

Just as Bulma was about to retort something fierce, Vegeta wrapped his arm around her waist once more, and cut off her stinging reply. "Feh." he snorted. "I doubt that any woman well bred enough to be even considered as my mate would ever consider bedding with a creature like you." There was another round of laughter, and even the flushed human female allowed herself a tiny giggle.

The whole group was moving soon, towards the Imtorite Royal Palace, home to the esteemed Emperor Boorin. The Imtorite equivalent of a car was quite comfortable, but there was little room for all the beings, so Bulma ended up spending the two-hour trip perched on Vegeta's muscular thighs, with his arms wrapped around her. Bulma had to admit, even with all the hulking green aliens staring at her, that it was the most pleasurable two hours she had ever had.

Emperor Boorin was a great blob of a man, as Bulma found out upon reaching the palace. Luckily though, he was well mannered enough to avoid staring at Bulma, once he found out she was Vegeta's 'mate' that is. The Saiyan no Ouji had quickly explained their situation, and requested the use of a ship, and new clothes, much to Bulma's delight.

"Of course!" Boorin cried. "My servants will have some fine new garments made up for you and your lovely mate!" Bulma discovered that, although disgusting, Emperor Boorin was not an unkind man, and she favored him with a smile as he ordered his servant women to use only the finest silks and satins for her clothing.

A few hours later, after Vegeta had excused himself and Bulma on the grounds of fatigue, there was a knock on the door to their apartments. Two young servant girls entered the room, each carrying a carefully wrapped parcel. "Your new clothing." they handed the parcels to Vegeta, and then excused themselves from the room.

Excitedly, Bulma tore open the papery substance in which her things were wrapped, and gasped in wonder as she pulled out several shimmery silk gowns, each one prettier than the last. She flushed hotly though, as the next item was revealed. It was a white silk nightdress, indecently small. No doubt, the Emperor of Imtor wanted Vegeta to be pleased with his mate's appearance at all times. It was just that moment too, that Vegeta decided to come inspect Bulma's gifts from Boorin.

Bulma turned to see his smirking face as he plucked the tiny garment out of her hands, examining it for himself. He turned it, this way and that, before finally holding it up to her body, smiling fiendishly at her pink face.

"It's bad enough that we have to share a bed, Vegeta. But if, for one second, you think I'm sleeping next to a beast like you in a nightgown like that you are sadly mistaken!"

"All right then," Vegeta chuckled, "you can sleep naked." He tossed the silky thing back at her, strutting off towards their private bathroom, not before giving her plush bottom a good teasing squeeze though.

"Beast!" she called after him. "Pervert!"

"I'm going to change for bed now." Vegeta called back, over his shoulder. "And when I come out, you had better be changed too, or else I'm going to have to change you myself!" Bulma took off her shoe, and whipped it at the now closed bathroom door.

"Ohh…That bastard!" she hissed, digging through the rest of the clothes in search of another, less revealing, nightgown. To her dismay, they was only one other item that she could possibly sleep in, and it was even skimpier. She did find though, several pairs of silky panties, however, all of them happened to be thongs, and a few lacy bras. She noticed something rather odd though. Aside from her new gowns, everything was a perfect snowy white.

Sighing, she tossed her new undergarments into a drawer of the elegant wooden dresser by the bed, blushing as she saw that Vegeta had already designated it the 'underwear drawer.' She didn't know why seeing his boxers affected her so much now, after all, she had been doing his laundry for nearly a year! However, she had never bought him nice silky things like the ones neatly folded in the drawer. Again she noticed something odd. All of the boxers were black. Puzzling over this new discovery, Bulma hung her new gowns in the large wardrobe, being careful not to wrinkle them.

Clenching her teeth, Bulma picked up the wee little piece of silk she would be wearing for the night. Taking a quick look around, she peeled off her shirt, knowing that Vegeta was in the shower, because she could hear it running. Her bra followed suit and she slipped the garment over her head, enjoying the smooth feel of it against her skin. She pulled her jeans off from underneath and decided, at the last minute, to change her panties as well. It seemed such a shame to wear her flowered Hanes rather than one of new silky pairs, when sporting such sexy nightwear. Doing a quick check to make sure the nightie covered her behind, she slipped off the cotton briefs, replacing them with a white silk thong. "As long as I'm gonna look like a slut," she sighed, "I may as well accessorize. Besides, I don't want Vegeta to see me in my grandma panties."

"What were you saying? Something about panties?"

Bulma whipped around to face the bathroom door, where Vegeta was standing in a cloud of hot steam, wearing only a pair of the black silk unders provided by Imtar's Emperor. "Er…nothing. You must be mistaken." Bulma stammered, backing away from his appreciative gaze.

"Me? Mistaken?" Vegeta laughed. "Woman, you should know by now that my Saiyan hearing is far superior to you little Human ears. I know perfectly well what you said." He laughed again. "And you don't look like a slut. You look like a woman who is ready and willing to please her mate." Vegeta began to walk toward her, and she backed away, right towards the bed. "I'm glad to see you're so eager." he purred, as she fell backwards onto the fluffy cushion.

"Vegeta, stop it! This isn't funny! It's just mean!" she whimpered, protesting as the Saiyan no Ouji crawled onto the bed on his hands and knees and straddled her scantily clad body. His head descended to nip at her neck and shoulder. Bulma was torn between slapping him and urging him to continue. Then he began to move lower, stopping at the neckline of the nightgown, and looking up into Bulma's eyes. Just as she was about to give him permission to go lower, he smiled down at her, a wide, cruel smirk.

"I can see your boobies." He chuckled. Bulma's eyes went wide, but before she could slap him, Vegeta had grabbed her and wrapped the both of them in blankets. The lights were out now, though Bulma did not know how it had happened. Perhaps Vegeta had set them on a timer or something like that when she wasn't looking.

She could feel his strong arms around her, but, to her shocked dismay, she could not feel any sort of hardened bulge pressing into her. Trying to be as inconspicuous as possible, Bulma bent her knee and raised her thigh the slightest bit, allowing it to brush against his groin, but Vegeta caught on quickly. "Woman," he whispered, "If I were aroused, you would definitely know it."

Bulma flushed hotly and squirmed in protest, knowing that Vegeta was only holding her like this because he knew that tangled in his limbs was the last place she wanted to be right at the moment. All of this was just a big, cruel joke to him. "Let me go Vegeta." she whimpered, pushing her tiny hands against his chest.

"Iie." his eyes flashed in the dark, and Bulma felt one of his hands slide down on to her silk covered rump. His fingers pushed aside the silk of the nightgown and squeezed her bare flesh, making her jump as he pulled her hips tightly against his own. "I have excellent control over my body, Woman, and it would take far more than this to break it."

He did not release her as she expected him to, but rather kept her pressed against him in such an intimate manner that she could not help but to want more. Desperately, she tried to block out these thoughts, so that her body might take a hint, and Vegeta would not end up catching the scent of her arousal. Vegeta seemed to take note of her stiffness, and so he shifted, making sure to grind his hips against her own, delighting in her whimper.

"Vegeta…" she whispered.

"Goodnight Woman." Vegeta released her and rolled over onto his stomach, pushing her away to the side. "Sweet dreams." he laughed softly.

Welp, that's the end of this chapter! Sorry to make Vegeta such a teasing bastard, but did you really think I'd actually end up ending this at only 4 chapters? Besides, he's still a cold, arrogant, stuck up jerk! This is Vegeta we're talking about! He's not gonna fall for her so easily…or is he?

Next Time: Bulma and Vegeta take a trip to the Universe-renowned Imtorite Hot Springs! Yet another opportunity for an exciting sexual encounter! But will our favorite couple finally 'do it?' Tune in next time to find out!