Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Cycle Continues ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

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

Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z or any of the characters used in this story. I am not making any profit off of this story, aside from the compliments I receive.

Author's Note: Okay, originally, this was one big huge story…but I decided that it was too long, so I've broken it up into chapters to come out every Wednesday, till it's done.

And hey! If you're wondering why I wrote this, it's in honor of my BIRTHDAY!!! Yep, today, September 26, 2001, my B-day!

Special thanks to Vegetababe, Eric Jacobson, and Bulma Peacecraft for beta-ing!

And big thanks to A-Jae for making me sit down and work on this!

The Cycle Continues

I can hear chirping outside my open window…It must be morning. Cracking open one eye, I take a quick look at the clock on my dresser. 7:30 am. I normally get up around eight or so, yet already, I am feeling restless. I woke up several times during the night, so it's just my luck that I'm not tired enough to sleep in.

Hell, I can't even remember the last time I slept in for any reason, aside from extensive injuries…

Sighing, I roll out of bed and pull on a pair of boxers to cover my nakedness. Normally, I wouldn't care about it, but humans, especially women, seem to have a bizarre fixation with clothing.

Speaking of women, the woman should be getting up soon, so maybe I can get her to make me some breakfast before she leaves for work, or, if she's off today, her lab.

I pad silently through the hallway and down the stairs, making my way to the kitchen. I know that if I'm too loud, I'll risk waking that strange blonde…I still find it hard to believe that she could actually be Bulma's natural birth mother. I mean, you'd think that some of her idiocy would be inherited genetically…but then again, I can see certain physical traits that they have in common…and well, Bulma's not always the sharpest tool in the shed.

Bleh…human expressions…damn them.

I hear movement in the hallway, and that can mean only one thing. The blue haired woman is up and on the prowl. Well, maybe not prowl…

She shuffles into the kitchen, wearing only a skimpy little silk robe, and I find myself eyeing her legs. Even though I hate her, I've got to admit that she has quite the body on her…Good bone structure, delicate facial features, trim stomach, long, shapely legs, high, firm breasts…

I'm going to need a cold shower.

The woman turns around, and she looks a little surprised to see me, sitting at the table as I am. She is normally up first, and as she once put it, she 'needs her coffee before she can deal with half naked Saiyan men in the morning.' I'm sure she likes my half nakedness though, seeing as I constantly catch her eyeing my chest.

"Morning, Vegeta." She runs a hand through messy hair. "Why're you up so early?"

"Couldn't sleep." I shrug, and she nods.

"Well, I was thinking that I'd have pancakes for breakfast this morning. You want me to make you some too?" So she's in a decent mood this morning.

I let out an affirmative grunt, and she gets to work. I find myself watching her intently as she moves about the large kitchen, gathering ingredients and such. She has never looked so good to me before, and I can't quire figure out why. Perhaps it's just the 'fresh out of bed' look that I find so appealing.

My throat goes dry suddenly, and I try to swallow back a lump as I watch the woman bend over, to grab the milk out of the fridge. Any man would watch, even the Namek, asexual as he is, would probably get a little excited, seeing that silk ride up her legs, yet I feel differently today for some reason. Never before have I felt such an overwhelming urge to see that damned woman naked! I can barely hold myself back from grabbing her and tearing open that robe!

What in seven hells is wrong with me?

The food is ready soon, and as I eat, I can't help but to steal little glances at her. She's just so damned pretty I can't help it. Her lips look so soft and delicate, her skin so creamy…and what a lot of skin! The folds of her robe have spread ever so slightly…

Oh Kami! I can feel myself growing hard…why does she seem so inviting all of a sudden? Oh Shimatta! What's the date? A quick glance at the calendar tells me that it's August 17th. Let's see, in Universal Standard, today would be…Kirontic 3…

OH KUSO!!!!!!!!

What am I going to do? It's been exactly one year since my annual mating cycle! Aw shit! What am I going to do now? Basically, if I were female, this would be referred to as 'heat.' DAMN! DAMN! DAMN!

I nearly choke on my food, and the woman looks strangely at me. Wordlessly, I shove my half full plate away and scurry out of the kitchen, and up to the sanctity of my room. I can feel her puzzled gaze boring into my back, and I desperately hope that she did not catch a glimpse of my…err…front side as I make my hasty retreat.

Leaning up against my closed door, I look down to see the protruding bulge in my pants, and sigh. Kami, how I hate mating cycles. By tomorrow, I'll be so desperate I can hardly contain myself, and it will only get worse in the following two weeks. That's right, two whole weeks of walking around in a painful state of half-arousal, not helped any by the hormone induced daydreams, or even worse, the nightly wet dreams…

Feh, and humans think that their 'puberty' is bad…Living with a wanton sex goddess, I already think constantly about it, but Kami, when I go into my yearly 'heats' all I can think about is satisfying the painful throbbing in my pants…

I am definitely going to have to steer clear of the woman, or else I might end up doing something we'll both regret. Well, she might not be so upset about it…I know she wants me, I mean, who wouldn't? But I've noticed that ever since she broke up with that weak 'boyfriend' of hers, she's been watching me. I've also been able to smell her arousal every time I'm near…The closer I am, the more heated she gets.

Kami damnit! If I end up seducing her in a moment of hormonal haziness, I'll be stuck with her forever! I mean, I probably won't think it's such a bad idea while I'm fucking her brains out…but when I wake up the next morning…

Kuso! This is the one and only time I will ever feel any sort of envy toward a human. The damn beasts don't mate for life, and they definitely do not go into mating cycles.

Okay, this doesn't have to be as bad as I'm making it out to be. All I have to do is stay away from any and all females of a suitable mating age, and all will be well.

Shimatta…In a mating cycle, I'll be too damn desperate to keep myself locked away for two whole weeks… Then Bulma would surely barge in, and I'll end up forcing her to the ground and ripping off her clothes and using her to sate this urge…over and over and over and GAH!

I do not want that woman! Well, I want her, but I don't want to want her!

Suddenly, there is a hard knock at my door, and I can't help but to jump slightly with surprise. I was too preoccupied to hear the person's approach. It's Bulma though; I can smell her, even through the door.

"Vegeta!" she yells. "What the hell was that? You just shot up and left without finishing your breakfast!"

"I'm fine Woman!" I growl harshly.

"I didn't say you weren't!" she shoots back, and I curse myself. "I'm coming in!"

"You'd better not!" I warn, growing nervous. What if she barges in and sees me in this state?

"And why not?"

I pause for a moment, then drop my boxers to the floor. "I happen to be naked, Woman!" This way, if she walks in, she'll see that I'm telling the truth, and she'll be too stunned to notice my…well…me.

"Uh…Okay…" she stutters, and I can practically hear her blush, knowing what kind of pictures her wanton little mind must be thinking up.

I hear her walking away, then the 'click' of a closing door. Bulma's room is right next to my own. I listen for a bit as she shuffles around, probably trying to decide what to wear. Then, the sound I'm waiting for. The telltale 'plop' of a baby blue, knee length silk robe hitting the floor.

I'm not normally such a pervert, but my hormone driven mind can't help but to picture her naked body, padding about the room as she collects her clothing. Perhaps she is chilly, and her nipples have grown firm…I can almost feel the hard little peaks between by fingertips, against my tongue…

Unconsciously, my hand drifts toward my throbbing erection, as I slide down to the floor, leaning against the door. I let out a hiss as I feel my own fingertips against myself, trying to imagine that they are Bulma's.

It feels so disgustingly wonderful as I begin to touch and stroke myself. I need, at least, a temporary release from this massive ache, and at the moment, I couldn't care less how I achieve that high.

"Vegeta? You still in there?" Bulma's voice drifts through the door, and hearing it makes my fantasy seem even more realistic. I can imagine her in front of me, moaning and crying out my name as she thrashes about in pleasure.

"H…Hai." I croak, desperately trying to control my labored breathing. I'm getting so close…

"Well, I don't work today, so I'll be in my lab if you need anything."

Oh Kami! It feels as if I'm on fire! My hand is beginning to ache with strain, along with my wrist. Finally though, I let out a pleasured grunt as I release…just glad I was able to contain my scream. Bulma, luckily, seems to have taken this as an affirmative grunt, because I hear her walk away, down the hall, then down the stairs.

Only after I hear the front door close, do I open my eyes. I sit, for a moment, glaring down in contempt at my lower half. I'm satisfied, but only for the moment. The throbbing ache will be back soon, and with a vengeance.

In the meantime, I am a mess, sticky with my own seed. Not only do I look the part, but also I feel quite disgusting. Pleasuring oneself, because one is too much of a dink to take a mate...

I will take a mate eventually, but I would prefer to find a good one, and not any old woman. I am a prince, after all, and I do have standards. Kuso though, if only that damn Bulma woman were physically strong enough to match the strength of her mind…

She meets nearly every one of my requirements…I mean, she is rather beautiful, intelligent and strong-minded…She's graceful and poised, and acts like the upper class human she is…most of the time. She may not be as submissive to my demands as I would like, but that can be fixed in good time…and she's nice enough when I decide to be civil with her.

But I hate her so…I hate her because she is weak, and therefore, to do anything but hate her would be a weakness to me…

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