Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Cycle Continues ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )

[ 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: Just the usual thanks for all the great reviews!!!

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!

An hour later, we are all sitting comfortably in lawn chairs on the patio, while Mr. Briefs barbecues hot dogs and hamburgers. Yep…the whole 'Z Gang' with significant others, minus Gohan, who was forced to study at home, and Piccolo…Damn lucky Namek…

"So," my woman turns to Yamcha…the ex. "Any new love interests?" She's teasing him. The two haven't dated for at least two months, but they are still friends…much to my dismay.

The human blushes, his head looking like some sort of deformed tomato, then puts on an idiotic grin. Great, now he looks like a grinning tomato…Kami, how I want to smack him. "Aw, come on Bulma! We all know that you were my first and only love." She giggles at this, and now I want to smack them both.

"How 'bout you Krillen?"

"Naw…since I broke up with Marron, the K Man hasn't been getting much action." He laughs, putting a sheepish hand behind his head. Everyone else laughs lightly at that too…except for Kakarott, who seems to think it's the funniest thing in the entire Universe, judging by the sheer volume of his guffaw.

"Ha ha! K Man! Hee hee hee! That sounds like K Mart!" he crows, holding his belly as he shakes with laughter. What an idiot…he probably doesn't even know what Baldy means by 'action.'

"Alright…TIEN!" Bulma practically screams his name, as she turns to the 3-eyed warrior. "We all know that Lunch here was your first love…" she gestures to the sweet looking dark-haired girl at Tien's side. "But who was your first lover?"

"Errr…" he blushes. Bulma seems to have a talent for making people do that. "That was also Lunch…"

"Wait a minute!" Old Pervert, also known as Muten Roshi, cried out. "Weren't you already at least 20 when you two met?"

"Well…" We now have another tomato…though I don't hate this one nearly as much. "It's not like I had time for women while I was training to be an assassin…" Hrm…I did not know that.

"Assassin, eh? That's quite an interesting occupation." I say, pointedly. It seems that three eyes is not so righteous as he pretends to be.

"And what about you, Vegeta?" Tomato #1 interjects, venom in his voice as he attempts to defend his friend. "Who was your first fuck?" I hear Bulma and Kakarott's wench gasp at his foul language, but I speak before they have a chance to screech.

"That remains to be seen." I say, calmly sipping at my can of beer. Bulma, however, spits out a mouthful of alcohol in a spray, as her eyes bulge, looking ready to fall out of their sockets.

"You mean…you've…" she sputters. "You've never…ever…well…you're a virgin?"

"You forget, Woman, that I am of a completely different culture, not to mention species." I growl.

"I just thought…Well…You seem as if you would have been with…well…your share of women…" she trails off in complete embarrassment.

"Feh." I snort. "If I had not grown so used to it while on Frieza's ship, I would be completely disgusted at the way in which you humans throw sex and physical relationships about so easily. Saiyans," I pause for effect, sipping my drink, "mate for life."

"Maybe that's why he's always so crabby. He just needs to get laid." I hear Yamcha mutter, barely audible, and I jump out of my seat in anger. Nobody, and I mean nobody insults MY customs.

"What was that, human?" I hiss, crushing my beer can in my fist, and tossing it to the side. I can smell the fear emanating from the weakling as I advance slowly toward him "I don't think that was a very nice thing to say…" I grab him up by the collar and lift, so that his feet are dangling a couple of inches over the ground.

"Vegeta!" Bulma screeches, not having heard his comments. "Put him down right now!"

"Okay." I smirk, and let out one of my infamous evil chuckles as I toss him easily into the middle of the Briefs' pool…about ten meters away.

"Kami damnit Vegeta! I don't even know anymore why I wanted you to come! I should have known you would make a scene and ruin everything!"

"Perhaps you would like to go for a swim as well." I snarl, not quite understanding why her comments hurt me so. Figures she'd just blame this on me though. He insulted me first…

"Don't you dare threaten me." She hisses, stepping closer to me.

"Maybe you shouldn't stand so close to me, woman. After all, I am dangerous." I warn, mockingly. "After all, look at what I did to the mighty human over there, and all he did was insult my culture, and therefore, everything I stand for. Geez, lock me up, I'm a nutcase."

My eyes glitter dangerously, with real anger, and Bulma's soften in slight confusion, with a limited understanding. She opens her mouth, and I know she is about to apologize, but I turn and stalk away before she can get the words out. I was wronged, and it will stay that way until I feel that she feels bad enough to let her apologize.

***

All of the woman's friends depart around midnight, and I watch quietly from my bedroom window as my female straightens up the lawn chairs and carries all the empty food platters into the kitchen. It's not long before I hear footsteps coming up the stairs, and a head pokes around my door.

"Vegeta? Can I come in?" Bulma asks, her voice quiet and hesitant.

"You ask as if you care about my response." I growl back, and she looks down at the floor, shame faced.

"Look Vegeta," she sighs, padding into the room on her dainty little feet. "I'm really sorry about what happened today." She closes the door and moves to sit beside me on the bed. "I didn't hear what Yamcha said…Goku told me after you left. I'm sorry, he had no right to say that…"

"So you didn't know what he said until after I left?" She nods. "And you were so ready to assume that I just snapped for fun?" I sneer, turning my head sharply away from her. "As much as you may think otherwise, Woman, I don't enjoy being angry."

"Vegeta, I already said I'm sorry." She pleads. "Please forgive me." Her emphatic eyes plead with me, and I find myself at a crossroads. I'm so angry with her right now…but I can't figure out whether I hate her…or whether I'm so angry because I love her…

With a growl, I flop down and roll over in the bed, turning my back to her. "Go away. I'm tired." I say roughly. I hear her sigh, and she lingers a moment before I feel her weight leave the mattress.

With a frustrated groan, I pull her feminine little body back onto my lap, pressing her form against mine. She gasps lightly as my hands squeeze her round little behind, and I can't help but to moan as her nipples harden into delectable little buds, pressing into my own chest as she arches her back.

Not able to wait any longer, I tear off her nightgown in one quick rip, and push her down onto the bed as I disrobe, quickly pulling off my shirt and pants, boxers following shortly after.

Hungrily, I pounce down on to her as my mouth latches on to one dusty pink nipple. Bulma moans beneath me, wriggling about as she pushes her hips up urgently, offering her womanhood to me. I begin to kiss downward, and she spreads her legs so that I can push my head in between.

"Chirp!" she moans eagerly, thrusting her hips toward my face.

"Na…Nani?" I gasp, and she looks at me wide eyed, silently questioning why I stopped.

"Tweet." She begs, thrusting her hips again. "Chirp, tweet tweet!"

I blink my eyes in surprise, and when I open them, I am in bed in my room. The sun shines brightly into the window as little birds twitter happily about in the tree, just outside. Damn dreams…KUSO!

That is absolutely it! I can't take this any more! Damnit Kami! If you insist on tempting me so, then I'm just going to give it! I'll mate with the damn woman! I'll help fight the damn androids! I'll stop trying to kill Kakarott…well, maybe not, but just please spare me from this torture!!!!

Alright Vegeta. Just keep your end of the bargain…

Oh shimatta…

***

Okay, it's 2:00 in the afternoon. Bulma is in her lab at this very moment…

All alone…

Nobody else there…

All quiet on the western front…

Tumbleweeds are a' tumblin'…

I can feel myself sweating lightly, and I'm actually nervous. I mean, what if she's decided I'm not suitable to spend her life with? What if she rejects my mating offer? What if she does accept, and then she's not happy with…it? I mean, she's probably had other partners, the way things are done here…and, well, it's not as if I've ever mated before! I know what I like…but I've never had to please anyone else before!

Oh fuck it. I'm going to just go and get this over with. I'll worry about my lack of experience after…I mean, I still have no idea whether or not she'll accept my mating offer…

Welp, that's it for now! Mean cliffy, I know!

Oh, and I've been told that this fic is getting similar to the "pon farr" (is that right, Echo???) that Vulcans go into, but I just wanted to assure everyone that I have no idea what "pon farr" is…I've watched maybe…2 episodes of Star Trek in my life, so I just wanted to make sure that everyone knows I'm not stealing their ideas!!! And no, it wasn't a flame, so nobody start yelling please!!! *giggle*

Other than that, I don't have anything else to say at the moment, so have a nice day, and please review!!!