Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Show Him How ❯ Awwww yeah... ( Chapter 23 )

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

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Author's Note: THERE'S A PS2 IN MY HOUSE!!!!!!! My brother bought it this morning!

And I ALREADY WROTE A THANKSGIVING FIC!!! It's called Faln'ro and it's been out since OCTOBER cause that's when CANADIAN Thanksgiving is…and guess what! I'm CANADIAN so NO I won't be getting thanksgiving holidays so NO I will not have time to write extra chapters!

*huff…pant…* Now I hope you enjoy this chapter, cause I worked my ass off to finish, in between homework and all that jazz. *giggle*

*Special thanks to Vegetababe, Eric Jacobson, and Kat8125 for beta-ing*

Show Him How

Chapter 23

Awwww yeah…

Last Time:

"And after that Vegeta?" Bulma questioned, even as his fingers untied the sash of the robe, allowing the silky garment to fall to the floor at their feet. "What happens after tonight?" She gasped as Vegeta turned her body around, pushing her against the wall as he began to nibble and toy with her breasts. "Answer me, Vegeta!"

The Saiyan no Ouji paused in his ministrations, just long enough to ask one single question. "Do you like children?"

"Ch…Children?" Bulma gasped, her eyes widening.

"Hai…I want a son."

"Vegeta…"

"Hai?"

"Stop it."

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"As you wish…" Vegeta murmured, pulling his body away from hers.

"If things were different Vegeta…" Bulma sobbed, "If you actually meant it…If it wasn't just about a son!"

The Saiyan no Ouji blinked. She thought…she thought he only wanted to use her in order to create a son for himself? "Woman, you are so stupid I could kick you."

"Oh go screw yourself! Or better yet, go screw that woman you're here to mate with!" The human hissed back, causing Vegeta to laugh aloud. "What the hell is so funny?"

"You, woman, are that woman I am here to mate with." Vegeta took a step forward.

"N…no, I'm not…" Bulma stuttered in confusion, taking a step backward. What was he talking about?

"Woman…" Vegeta purred, "Bulma, look at me." He turned her so that she faced him, and took her chin in his hand, gently tilting her face upward.

"Vegeta…I…I…I'm so confused!" she whimpered.

"Don't be…" The Saiyan whispered, leaning down slightly to press his lips against hers.

"No…stop it please…" Bulma pulled away again, halfheartedly trying to stop his efforts. "You're upset and if I let this continue I'd…I'd be taking advantage of your vulnerable mindset." She sputtered, trying, more than anything, to convince herself.

"You? Take advantage of me?" Bulma nodded meekly. "Now that's a laugh!"

"It is not." She squeaked in protest as he grabbed her up in his arms and tossed her on the bed

"And how exactly do you suppose," he crawled over top of her, "you'd be taking advantage of me, ne?" He traced one callused finger along her collarbone.

"I…umm…well, you need comfort and so naturally…you'd…" she squirmed, blushing.

"I'd find some woman and toss her into my bed so I could ravage her all night long?"

"That's not what I said." Bulma protested.

"It's what you were implying." Vegeta's lips followed the path his finger had made, laying light kisses across her collarbone and down into the hollow between her breasts. "Now," he cut her off before she had a chance to respond, "just lay back and relax."

"If anyone should be relaxing Vegeta, it's you." He looked up at her, one eyebrow raised.

"I'm sorry to tell you this, but we Saiyan males are naturally dominant, and I don't intend to leave everything up to you." He teased.

"That's not what I meant!"

"Sure it isn't…" Vegeta's head descended once more, this time onto one breast, while his hand came up to knead the other. Bulma gasped as she felt his sharp teeth scrape lightly across her nipple and arched her back upward, involuntarily. Gently, his tongue circled the hardened peak, sending shivers down her spine, and he pinched lightly with his lips, sucking ever so lightly as Bulma moaned helplessly. He switched then, his mouth moving to her other breast, suckling at its hard little peak as his hand came up to cup the other, his thumb and forefinger pinching playfully at her nipple.

"Vegeta…" she hissed, squirming beneath him. "I…I…aaaahhhh…." Her arms went around his torso and she pressed herself up against him. His shirt was rough against her sensitive peaks and she frowned. He smirked and pulled it off, tossing it across the room. Then he took her dainty hand in his and pressed her palm to his hard, hairless chest, allowing her to caress the smooth skin. She began to squirm again, and intense desire building between her legs.

"What is it little one? Do you desire me to stop?" He purred, pressing his body down against hers.

"N…no…" she flushed hotly. What she wanted was for him to ravage her most intimate place, but she wasn't about to embarrass herself by telling him that. Instead, she pushed her hips shyly up against his, turning her head to the side, abashed.

"No need to be embarrassed, little one." Vegeta smirked, taking the hint and moving downward, kissing down her neck and across her collarbone, between her breasts and across her soft belly. Delighting in her quiet giggles, he teased the ticklish area, running his tongue ever so lightly up and down, making her squirm as he dipped it into her navel. Gently, he nipped at the tiny ring of flesh along the indent, blowing on the skin, wet from his ministrations, making her shiver lightly.

Vegeta continued his kisses, trailing from her navel down across the short expanse of smooth flesh to the triangle of soft blue curls that hid her most intimate place. He sat up on his knees and pressed one palm to each hip, running his roughened hands slowly down to her knees, then back up again, spreading her thighs as he went. Strong fingers went to the junction between her thighs, toying with the moist curls as the scent of her passion permeated the air.

Sending her his most devilish smirk, Vegeta's fingers trailed lower, gently teasing the soft folds of skin as he parted them. Delighting in her feminine little gasp, he ran his thumb over her clit, using her own moisture to aid him in his ministrations. The rest of his hand slid lower, tracing slowly around her entrance, getting ever closer to it, until he slipped two fingers inside, rubbing in gentle, circular motions as his thumb continued to stimulate the sensitive nub above.

"Aaaahhhh…" Bulma sighed and squirmed, arching her back as her inner muscles began to clench around the Saiyan's hand. She squeezed her thighs shut, trapping it between as she attempted to ease the growing pressure within her body. "Vegetaaaaahhh…" she hissed, fire coursing through her veins as she released, her warm juices spilling out to coat his hand. She flushed in embarrassment as he withdrew, bringing his wet fingers to his lips, and she chewed timidly on her lip as he locked eyes with her, his wet pink tongue lapping the warm coating from his hand.

Smirking at her again, he crawled down on to the floor and pulled her body toward him, so that her legs were hanging off the edge of the bed. He knelt between them and took her hips in his hands, easily propping them up as he pushed a pillow beneath her back to allow better access to the junction between her creamy thighs.

Bulma heard her prince let out a soft chuckle as she moaned, and she flushed hotly. Her embarrassment though, was soon forgotten as Vegeta's lips touched her, kissing at the smoldering flesh and gently nipping at her moist skin. She gasped as his lips parted, pulling in the inner lips of her womanhood into his mouth. He sucked gently on the soft flesh, his tongue slipping around in a heated caress as Bulma whimpered and bucked her hips urgently. He released the soft folds from his mouth and blew gently on the wet skin, sending her into a little fit of shivers. His head descended once more, and his tongue darted out to lap at the swollen little jewel, hidden protectively within the velvet folds of her most intimate place. He scraped across it ever so lightly with his teeth, careful not to apply too much pressure to the animal caress.

"Ahhh!" she shrieked, pushing her hips upward in a mad attempt to smother him. Her eyes squeezed shut and her hands dug themselves into Vegeta's spiky mane, pushing his head down toward her.

"Now, now…Don't be so impatient…" Vegeta purred, the vibrations of his throat against her sending ticklish sensations up her spine. He blew lightly on her, and she moaned again, panting. He moved then, trailing kisses down across her searing flesh to circle his tongue slowly around her entrance, occasionally dipping the very tip in ever so slightly, just to tease her. "There will be plenty of time for pleasure, little one…" His tongue slipped inside her body, and she moaned aloud in response, digging her hands tighter into his hair.

Tenderly, he swirled his tongue within her, slowly moving in circular motions as one hand traced up her leg, his callused fingers travelling in a soft caress, to tease her clit with his fingers. He pinched the swollen nub gently, scraping his nail ever so lightly across it as she cried out, eyes wide. Laughing, he lapped at her quivering flesh, savoring the taste of her pleasure as it flowed.

Bulma lay on her back, panting and gasping for breath as the last blissful spasms coursed through her body. It barely even registered in her mind that Vegeta had crawled back up over her body and was kissing her, his tongue wrestling with hers. She finally snapped out of autopilot though, when she felt a cold chill run over her body, and realized that Vegeta was no longer on the bed.

She propped herself up on her elbows as she watched him strip, his arousal plainly evident through the black silk boxers he wore. His pants were already in a pile at his feet. Feeling her eyes upon him, Vegeta smirked over at her, and hooked one thumb over the waistband of the silk boxers and pulled them down ever so slightly, exposing the top of his hip bone as he walked back toward the bed.

Bulma smirked and crawled forward, reaching out a hand to rid Vegeta of the annoying garment. Slowly, she pulled it down over his hips, down his muscular thighs, allowing it to fall to the floor. Gingerly, he stepped away from it and crawled back onto the bed, once again forcing Bulma to her back. She let one hand trail across his tightened abs, then down further, lightly stroking his length. He let out a moan and, feeling him tremble, she pushed him over so that he was on his back, and she above.

About to protest, Vegeta's words caught in his throat as he felt her hand on him again, stroking and teasing ever so gently. Bulma flushed hotly, peering down at the mass of throbbing flesh in her hands, and remembering whom it belonged to. Bending down above him, her tongue darted out to run up his underside as her fingers continued their gentle stroke. Vegeta groaned again, and the sound excited her, causing her to grow warm again.

Opening her lips, Bulma dragged her tongue across his swollen tip, circling around before she took his head between her lips, sliding down until she could feel him against the back of her throat. Vegeta hissed in pleasure as she began to move on him, bobbing her head up and down while her tongue moved against him in an opposing rhythm. His whole body was tense and he growled, tangling strong hands in her silky mane, pulling her down on him.

Vegeta's tail jerked around in excitement, spasming with every movement Bulma made. It curled frantically about in the air, winding and unwinding itself around her arms, and down around her thighs, earning little squeaks of pleasure from her as it brushed the quivering, hot flesh. With a groan, Vegeta pushed the furry appendage into her, as she moaned around him. He hissed at the combined stimulation, his hands tightening in her hair as his whole body jerked.

Bulma gasped as Vegeta's tail slid in and out of her, the texture of his fur stirring up intense sensations within her. She felt Vegeta's body tighten as well, and increased her efforts, tightening her lips around him and adding her hands to the pleasure. Gently, she fondled the velvet sack below his manhood, stroking and teasing the sensitive area.

Vegeta let out a hoarse cry; tightening his hands in her hair again, and forcing her head down to take him further into her mouth as he exploded. He felt her tighten around his tail, her own release coming right after his, as she frantically swallowed all she could, delighting in the salty taste of the Saiyan.

Panting, Vegeta untangled his hands from her hair, allowing her to let go of him as she rolled to the side. He pulled her body up to rest alongside his own as they caught their breath, his arm around her tiny waist. Slowly, he pulled his tail from her, and she whimpered, still extremely sensitive from her climax. Grabbing his tail, Bulma pulled it up to her mouth, lapping gently at it to clean her own juices off as Vegeta moaned, feeling himself swelling again.

With a growl, he pushed Bulma onto her back and rolled on to her, being careful not to hurt her, as he pushed one knee between her legs to spread them. Nestling himself between her thighs, he pushed the tip of his hardness in, slowly, gently. Fully inside of her, he ground his hips against hers, his face hidden in the crook of her neck. Bulma wrapped long legs around his torso, urging him deeper as he began his thrusts, slow and powerful, yet at the same time incredibly gentle. His tail curled lightly around her waist, anchoring her to him, and flicking about to tickle her ever so often.

She moaned as she felt him sliding in and out of her, his hips grinding at hers as he panted against her neck, laying kisses and nipping at her skin. "Woman…" he grunted, quickening his pace as he felt her tightening around him. "Bulma…"

"Ve…Vegeta…" she groaned back, her hips bucking against him with a feverish intensity. "Ohhhh hai…hai…" It was too much for her sensitized little body to handle, and she struggled to stay conscious, desperately trying to stay awake. The pleasure…It was so intense. "Ahhh!" she shrieked arching up as she felt the first wave of pleasure crash over her. "Ahhh…Ve…ge…taaaahhh!!!"

A choked cry burst forth from Vegeta's lips as he felt her release, the warm juices gushing over him, threatening to break his control and force him over the edge with her. "Wo…woman…" he hissed, clamping his jaw onto her shoulder, careful not to break the skin, as he spilled himself into her, his muscles tense as his body jerked against hers.

With a hiss, Vegeta pulled himself out, ignoring Bulma's whimper of protest, and rolled off to the side. Nearly dead with exhaustion, he pulled her into his arms and yanked the covers up to their waists, far too hot to tuck them in. He felt Bulma snuggle into his chest, and heard her sigh, half asleep.

Gently, he traced her slender neck with his fingers, observing the red marks where he had set his teeth. He had almost bitten her…but he had managed to control himself. It wouldn't do to make her his mate without going through the hunting ritual. What would his father say? He would definitely have been very unhappy with the Saiyan no Ouji. But Vegeta would wait. He would definitely hunt her now…there was absolutely no way he would be content to live the rest of his life without her now.

Hoo boy…That, I do believe, is the longest lemon I've ever written…and probably one of the most graphic…hee hee hee…I hope you liked it! *giggle* 'cause you've sure been bugging me about it!

Oh, and a little note, because people were getting concerned about the hunt. This is how I've planned things from the beginning! I didn't just finally cave to the begging for the lemon! And don't worry, there will be a hunt! No question about that!

Next Time: The morning after… Will Bulma regret her hasty decision? And what's this? Yubishawt hates Vegeta for WHAT?!?!?

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