Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Show Him How ❯ Getting hot in the springs. ( Chapter 5 )

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

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Author's Note: Well, I don't have a heck of a lot to say today, so I won't say alot! Thanks for all the great reviews, and I'm really glad you're all enjoying my fic! Also, I have a request for anyone who bothers to read this author's note...GO READ 'I MUST FIGHT' by me! It's been out for at least a month, and the lack of reviews is really depressing me!

Also, I know that I'm s'poseda upload every weekend, but I was having some computer trouble. See, we finally got cable internet on Saturday, but there was something wrong with the computer that wouldn't let us use it, so we had to back up every single file on the computer and re-install windows and all that garbage, and this is the first chance I've had to use word lately, so this chapter is a little late.

*Special thanks to Vegetababe and Bulma Peacecraft for beta-ing this!*

Show Him How

Chapter 5: Getting hot in the springs.

Last Time: Vegeta and Bulma got new clothes from the Emperor of Imtar. Then things began to heat up in their quarters, but Vegeta stopped, just as Bulma was willing to let him make love to her. She then realizes that Vegeta was simply toying with her.

"Take all of your clothes off and put this on." Vegeta growled, tossing a bundle of white silk at Bulma. She caught it and let the material slide down through her fingers a bit, so she could see that it was a robe.

"Why?" Bulma asked, seeing that Vegeta was already wearing one. His was black silk, and went only as far as his knees, revealing heavily muscled calves. She licked suddenly dry lips as she noted how loosely he had tied it. The top was open just enough to reveal his broad tan chest, and the slightest bit of his rippling abs, but closed enough so that the robe would stay shut below the belt.

"Don't ask questions Woman, just do as I say." he grumbled, stalking out of the room so that Bulma could change before she had a chance to respond.

"Damn Saiyan, always telling me what to do." she grumbled, pulling off her shirt and stepping out of her jeans. "If he wasn't so strong why I'd put him in his place, yes I would." Her bra followed, and she pulled the robe over her shoulders and tied the belt around her waist, noting that her robe only went down to about mid thigh. "Err...Vegeta?" she called, "Do I have to take off all of my clothes?"

"Yes! Woman, you need to clean your ears! Did I not tell you that two minutes ago?"

"Okay…" she murmured back, and if it had not been for Vegeta's Saiyan hearing, he would not have heard her. Reluctantly, Bulma pulled off the skimpy pair of panties she had been wearing, and tried desperately to tug the robe down a little, fearing that if she moved the wrong way, her soft, delicate bottom would be exposed to some hentai Imtorite, or even worse, to Vegeta.

Stepping out of her bedroom, Bulma was too preoccupied with the indecent length of her robe to notice the faintly appreciative glance Vegeta cast in her direction. "Quit fooling with it. It's supposed to be like that." he crossed his arms over his chest in the typical Vegeta fashion.

"Well at least your robe covers your ass Vegeta!" she cried back, tugging at the fabric again.

"Perhaps I should get you a circus tent then!"

"You asshole! Why I should just…"

"Shut up and lets go already!" her supposed mate roared, grabbing her hand and tugging her out of the room.

"You still haven't told me where we're going." Bulma whined, tugging insistently against Vegeta's iron grip.

"We are going to the Imtar hot springs." he growled back. Soon other people began to join them in their journey down the twisting halls of Emperor Boorin's palace. Bulma noticed that they too, were all wearing silk robes; black, knee length for the men, white, mid thigh length for the women.

"Why do all the girls wear white?" she asked.

"I don't quite know." Vegeta responded. "Something about different sexes and all that garbage. Yadda yadda yadda… the usual." He rolled his eyes, and Bulma sighed. Damn Vegeta, he was always such a jerk.

Bulma almost tripped over her own feet, as Vegeta pulled her against himself and offered her his arm. They were supposed to be mates, after all, and it wouldn't exactly look too good if he were to drag her the whole way to the Hot Springs.

Bulma took Vegeta's arm, grateful that he was no longer pulling her, and fell into step beside him. Soon they reached a door, and stepped through in to a large tiled room that looked much like an indoor pool to Bulma. In the center of the room, there was one large steaming tub of water; the hot spring. In it, were both males and females, all of them completely naked.

Bulma gasped as Vegeta dislodged his arm from her own, and untied the already loose belt about his waist, and allowed his robe to flutter gracefully to the floor, where a servant scurried to pick it up and hang it on the wall. The human woman flushed scarlet and turned quickly away, in order to avoid the sight of his nakedness, but Vegeta seemed to be in a slightly playful mood.

"I'll be waiting for you." he chuckled quietly into her ear from behind, reaching one hand around her waist to untie the sash of her robe.

"I can do that myself, Vegeta!" she hissed, slapping his hands away. He only laughed softly, but moved away from her and started towards the pool of water, and Bulma couldn't help but to take a peek at his firm, muscled behind as he strutted away, tail lashing lazily behind him. Halfway there though, he turned around and faced her, causing her face to turn an even deeper shade of crimson.

"Don't be long, sweetie." he smirked maliciously at her as he spoke the words in Japanese, his voice a sickly sweet tone. She only glared as he turned and continued to the spring.

"What's wrong with your mate, Vegeta?" Emperor Boorin asked, noting that Bulma had not discarded of her robe yet.

"Humans, they have a peculiar obsession with clothing." he murmured, shrugging his shoulders and allowing himself to sink deeper into the water as he turned and waited for his 'mate.'

Reluctantly, Bulma untied the silk sash and shrugged out of her robe. She handed it to a nearby servant and watched as it was hung beside Vegeta's. Taking tiny, feminine steps, she made her way towards a demonically smirking Vegeta. He rose to aid her down the tiny, submerged steps, and she was thankful that the water was deep enough to hide him. She took her seat next to Vegeta, who pulled her close, and kept his arm lightly around her waist, his hand resting lightly on her thigh. His tail, she noticed with a start, had wound it's way around her other thigh. Every so often, the tip flickered lightly, disturbingly close to her womanhood.

Uncertainly, Bulma shrank into Vegeta's side as a large, rotund Imtorite plopped down beside her. He had not hidden his admiration of her body, even as she sat in the arms of her supposed mate, one of the strongest men in the Universe. She felt a hand brush her plush bottom and her eyes widened as it squeezed her flesh. She tensed and uttered a tiny sound of protest, knowing that the hand did not belong to Vegeta. It startled her that it actually made a difference, but she supposed that she would not mind as much if the Saiyan no Ouji were to touch her, considering the odd way she had been feeling around him lately.

Vegeta seemed to notice the sudden tension in her small body, for he picked her up lightly and set her bottom down in between his spread thighs, her back to his chest. He pulled her against him, a sign that she should settle down a little, and try to act as natural as possible. The Imtorite scowled as she sighed, seemingly with pleasure, and snuggled into Vegeta. It was, however, rather hard to ignore the feeling of his manhood against her.

She tried to keep in a gasp as she realized how incredibly huge he was. Even flaccid, he was easily several inches longer than Yamcha had been, and much thicker too. Blushing lightly, she couldn't help but to wonder how large he would be when erect, and she felt herself begin to heat up. Noticing this, Vegeta shifted so that he was pressed even tighter against her.

"Do I meet with your approval?" he chuckled lightly into her ear. She nodded helplessly as his hands began to wander over her body, mostly her upper half. Although they did run over her legs, and bottom, he never touched the flesh between her thighs, believing that this was not the place to do so.

"Vegeta, Iie!" she hissed as his hands teased her breasts, kneading and plucking at her nipples.

"Look around woman." he murmured, nipping at her shoulder lightly with sharp Saiyan teeth. "We wouldn't want to offend our host, now would we?" he asked with mock innocence, dragging his tongue across her neck.

Bulma looked around then, for the first time since she had stepped into the hot spring, and noticed what he was talking about. All around them were couples, even threesomes, in some cases, touching and fondling each other. It was like some gigantic orgy! Bulma shuddered in disgust, remembering what Vegeta had said about sex on this planet.

"I think my mate and I will take our leave now." Vegeta addressed the Emperor, who nodded. "The heat seems to be getting to her, if you will notice her flushed face." he chuckled, standing up and bringing Bulma with him. They got out of the hot spring and walked towards the door, where they collected their robes and put them on. Vegeta put his hand lightly on the small of Bulma's back as they were leaving, and there was a round of good-natured laughter from the heated pools as it slid lower to cup one plush nether cheek.

Welp, that's the end of this chapter! I hope you all liked it as much as I did! Remember to review!

Next Time: Things really start to heat up back in Vegeta and Bulma's room. Will our favorite couple finally get it on? *giggle* You'll have to tune in next week to find out! Same Saiyan time, same Saiyan channel!