Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ T-shirt and Panties ❯ T-shirt and Panties ( One-Shot )

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Warning: it's a lemon! ^.~

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~~*Picture this, I'm in my bed

Bodies hot, soaking wet

Thinkin bout the things I'd like to do

I'm open wide when it comes to freakin you*~~

Bulma moaned as she touched herself, thinking about the man currently training in the gravity room.

"Dammit, Vegeta," she murmured as her fingers swirled around her clitoris, "Why can't you take a break every once in a while and," moan, "train with me instead?"

~~*Imagine me, wet as can be

Between my legs, you're tastin me

Boy when you get here you know my love will overflow

And you ain't got to worry bout my clothes

Cause I got my...*~~

It had been weeks since they'd last made love. Vegeta was always too busy training to have any time for her. And when he finished with his training, he'd just take a shower and go straight to sleep. He turned down all her advances, telling her that he was too tired.

Bulma, therefore, had been in a constant state of sexual frustration for the past several weeks. Not only was she subjected to the sight of her hot, sweaty husband's half-naked body during the day, but he refused to relieve her of the tight feeling at night, causing her to become more irritable by the day.

She was practically wet all the time these days; the smallest thing aroused her, causing a deep-seated need for release to begin winding within her.

Pleasuring herself only got her so far; she wanted Vegeta inside her, his mouth on her, his hands touching her all over her body.

Bulma moaned as her self-induced climax enveloped her.

It just wasn't the same without him, dammit!

~~*T-shirt and my panties on

Just how you like it

T-shirt and my panties on

Waitin for you

T-shirt and my panties on

You can't deny it

T-shirt and my panties

Got my t-shirt and my panties on*~~

Bulma sighed, wondering how she could seduce her overworked man.

Trunks was over at Goten's, and Bulma had sent Bra to spend the night with her parents, so she and Vegeta were all alone tonight.

She'd attempted to get his attention over the past few weeks with a variety of expensive and skimpy lingerie; nothing had worked.

So tonight she would put her most devious plan into effect.

~~*Don't be surprised, when you come inside

Saddle up, and be prepared to ride

Up and down, back and forth

Can you feel me*~~

Vegeta growled as he trained under immense gravity, sweat pouring down his back.

Bulma wasn't the only one who'd been feeling sexually frustrated recently.

But Vegeta's reasons were different; it was his pride that got in the way of taking his wife.

Vegeta and his wife were into some kinky stuff; bondage and role-playing were not unheard of in their varied sexual escapades.

But, contrary to popular belief, Vegeta wasn't always the one playing the "Master." It turned him on-occasionally-to allow his wife to dominate him. He secretly enjoyed it when she acted as though she were more powerful than him. After all, what had attracted him to her in the first place was the fact that she held no fear of him, and had an inner strength that belied her physical weakness.

Vegeta didn't mind letting her take control-as long as the fact that she did so remained private, between the two of them.

A few weeks ago, however, he had learned that Kakkarot, of all people, knew several intimate details concerning Vegeta's marital relations. After pounding the other Saiyan into the ground, Vegeta had learned that his wife had been discussing lurid details of their bedroom behavior with Kakkarot's mate.

Vegeta had been infuriated upon learning this, and had refused to sleep with Bulma ever since.

His pride wouldn't allow him to tell her the reasons for his sudden disinterest in sex; just as his pride wouldn't allow him to give her more fodder for her conversations with the black-haired harpy.

Which meant that he had to live with the sexual frustration, and refuse the advances of his willing wife.

It was more than a horny, red-blooded Saiyan Prince could take!

Tonight, he thought with a sexy smirk, tonight he'd show her who was boss.

And he'd finally get rid of the constant hard-on that had been plaguing him for the past several weeks.

~~*Baby why don't you just

Take your time, tonight you're mine

Gonna turn around, hit it from behind

Boy now that you're here you know my love will overflow

And you ain't got to worry bout my clothes

Cause I got my...*~~

Bulma knew the one thing he couldn't resist.

She grinned as she pulled two flimsy articles of clothing out of her chest of drawers.

Perfect! She declared to herself. Vegeta wouldn't be able to resist her tonight.

Bulma slipped on the pair of sky blue panties-the same color as her eyes-and the matching t-shirt that fit snuggly across her chest, defining her breasts and emblazoned with her name, so that a man's eyes couldn't help but be drawn towards the large, firm globes standing out saliently from her chest. Just the place she wanted him to look.

Vegeta had never been able to resist her in that particular outfit.

Looking out the window, she saw the lights to the gravity room go off.

Excellent timing, she commended herself.

Now all she had to do was set the mood, and everything would be perfect for seduction.

Bulma turned off all the bedroom lights, and lit several candles which she had previously placed around the room.

Then she draped herself over the satin sheets of the king-size bed, awaiting her prince's arrival.

~~*T-shirt and my panties on

Just how you like it

T-shirt and my panties on

Waitin for you

T-shirt and my panties on

You can't deny it

T-shirt and my panties

Got my t-shirt and my panties on*~~

"Woman," Vegeta called out as he entered the near empty house.

Silence was the only response he received.

Vegeta frowned. The woman couldn't be asleep already, could she? Although, he had to admit, the way he'd been acting recently she'd have no reason to wait up for him.

He crept silently towards their bedroom door; he saw no light shining into the hallway from beneath the door; which meant the woman would be asleep by now.

Dammit, he cursed silently. Then a wicked grin crept across his face.

Just because the woman was asleep didn't mean he couldn't enjoy himself.

He'd never told her, but since they most often slept spoon-fashion, with her tight little rear nestled against his crotch, she often made him hard when she wiggled around in her sleep. He just remedied the problem by pulling her leg over his and slipping himself inside her from behind. She'd never had a problem accepting him, and even seemed to enjoy it, although she'd never woken up while he took her that way.

In the morning, when she mentioned that she felt unusually refreshed, he'd just smirk at her.

No need to tell her all his dirty little secrets.

Vegeta frowned. Good thing he hadn't told her certain secrets; the loud-mouthed woman would just go and blab them to that annoying mate of Kakkarot's, as she had other, more personal secrets.

His determination to make her pay for injuring his pride resolved, Vegeta slowly opened the door.

And stood there, like a deer in the headlights, amazed at what he saw.

The woman was attempting to seduce him!

~~*Don't you know i'm feelin

I'm feelin kinda sexy

Now that we are all alone

Baby can we do the nasty

In the privacy of my own home

Baby come a little closer

So come a little closer

I unplugged all the telephones

Because tonight is special

I got my t-shirt and my panties on*~~

"Hello, Vegeta," Bulma murmured lowly, invitingly. "I've been waiting for you."

She gracefully rose from the bed, clad only in her t-shirt and panties, and strode over to her staring husband.

With a smirk to rival one of his own, she lifted a single finger to his chin and shut his gaping jaw.

"See something you like?" she asked seductively as her hands encircled his neck and tangled themselves in his hair, gently pulling his head down to hers until their lips were a hair's breadth apart.

"Because I'm looking at what I want," she finished, closing the space between their mouths and opening her lips, inviting his tongue inside.

Vegeta needed no more encouragement to become the aggressor. He plundered her mouth with his tongue, swooping inside and taking over, as he had so many times before. His hands took on a life of their own, one squeezing her plump breast, the other going lower, to cup a single cheek of her sweet little ass.

Bulma moaned against his mouth and pressed herself against him. He could feel her wetness through her panties, as she could feel his hardness through the thin, black shorts he wore for training.

"I can't wait any longer, Vegeta," she sobbed against his mouth, tears of frustration and relief sliding down her cheeks, "take me now." She felt him growl against her and begin to push her away. She knew what he wanted.

"Please," she begged, one of her hands sliding down his back to massage his tail-spot, "Please, Vegeta! Take me now! I need to feel you inside me. It's been so long!"

The moment her gentle, exploring fingers touched the spot where his tail had once been, Vegeta's control snapped. With a growl, he lifted her up against him, each of his hands supporting one of her butt cheeks. He turned them around until Bulma's back was pressed against the wall. He tore away her t-shirt with his teeth, and her panties with one hand, as her hands frantically ripped his training shorts. With a single thrust, he entered her.

Both parties sighed with relief. This was exactly what they had been longing for, what they had been wanting, for weeks. And finally each would satiate the other's need.

Bulma wrapped her legs around her husband's waist, making sure that one of her heels pressed firmly against his tail-spot. Vegeta let out a roar of intense pleasure as he began slamming himself into her, as if he could never get enough of her.

Bulma moaned and buried her head in the crook of his neck as their bodies moved together, like two parts of a whole.

Their bodies writhed, working together towards a single goal.

When it came, it was beautiful. Bulma felt as though she could touch heaven as her climax hit her with the force of a ten foot tidal wave, sweeping her away from the shore and back again, as her husband bit into her neck, reopening the blood-bond they shared, intensifying their pleasure ten fold.

As their screams of pleasure faded into the night, the two lovers collapsed to the floor, exhausted.

Vegeta glanced at his mate, who lay panting in his arms, her body soaked in sweat.

"Ready for another round?" he purred into her ear, already hard again.

Bulma looked up at him from beneath her lashes, giving him a sight of his trademark smirk on her full, red lips.

"Always, my prince. Always."

~~*T-shirt

I'm waitin for you

Panties

I'm waitin for you*~~

They continued making love for hours, and afterwards, lay together in the center of the bed, soaking in the afterglow of contentment.

Bulma was the first to break the silence.

"So," she asked conversationally, her hand gently caressing her husband's washboard abs, "What made you decide to cave tonight?" The corner of her lip curved up; although she would never admit it, she had recently been having doubts about her beauty. Age, and all that comes with it, had a way of sneaking up on a woman. But after tonight, her confidence in her own skills of seduction had returned in a big way.

Vegeta frowned down at his wife. "What are you talking about?" he asked, speaking to her as though she were crazy. "I didn't `cave,' as you put it. I'm not as weak as that." He smirked at her, his feeling of superiority evident in his expression. "I just wanted to show you who the boss is in this household."

Bulma stiffened, and glared at him. "You jerk," she spat, sitting up and moving to the edge of the bed to get away from him, "how dare you say that!"

Vegeta returned her glare, sitting up himself and crossing his muscular arms over his chest. "How dare I say that?" he mocked her words. "How dare you tell Kakkarot's harpy about our private sex life!" he shot back.

Oh, shit. He hadn't meant to actually say that out loud.

Bulma blinked at him, her anger suddenly dissolved. "Is that what this is all about?" she asked him, her voice filled with pure curiosity.

Vegeta looked away, feeling a blush rising to his cheeks. Dammit, the Prince of all Saiyans didn't blush! "Yeah," he mumbled almost incoherently.

But Bulma knew what he said, and she went into a fit of giggles, rolling towards him on the bed.

Vegeta glowered at her as her hand stroked his thigh. "What's so funny?" he growled, attempting to ignore the sensations and reactions her small hand caused in his body.

"You're so silly, Vegeta," she told him with one last chortle before her expression changed.

Bulma smirked at him. "You didn't actually think that I'd give away something for nothing, did you?" she asked suggestively.

Vegeta stared down at her for a moment, before an answering smirk appeared on his face. "Do tell," he murmured, pinning her body down with his own.

"Gladly, my prince," she replied, divulging the information as his manhood nudged her womb.

They continued their `exchange' all night long.

~~*Stop watcha doin cause I'm all alone

Got my t-shirt and panties on

I'm waitin for you so when you get home

Got my t-shirt and panties on...*~~

A/N: Reviews make me feel all warm inside. Kinda like Bulma, during sex with Vegeta. So please review! Then maybe I'll stop with the bad jokes …

Also: Read the sequel, "Freak Like Me," to find out all about Goku and Chichi's secret!

Love, Tina