Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Prince and Princess Diaries ❯ Hametaosu ( Chapter 25 )

Chapter Twenty Five: Hametaosu (Make Love)

She felt his warm lips touch hers before she saw them, for her eyes were closed and refused to open. However much she wanted this, she was scared, nervous, excited, and delighted at the same time.

She was scared and nervous for two very obvious reasons. One, because this was her first time, and two, because Vegeta was ill and she did not want any injury to come to him during their...activities of the marital kind.

She was excited beyond anything because this was it. She had waited so very long for this to happen, and knowing that this was going to be done when her and Vegeta had reconciled, and she loved him, and possibly he loved her, made it all the more magical. She almost could not wait.

He started off very slow, and she was thankful for that. His kisses were soft and light, slightly teasing, but promising what was to come later. She shivered with his skimming, gentle caresses, and she clung to him for more.

She grew bolder as he suddenly scooped her up, as if she weighed nothing and he could toss her around like a feather. She squeaked at first, and then giggled when she saw how absolutely intense her husband looked. She played her fingers over his grimly drawn lips, and almost instantly he smiled. It was marvelous to see, when considering the type of person her husband was.

After they laid down, they began kissing again, and Bulma dared to snake her tongue out of her mouth to touch his. The jolt his body made when their mouths made contact like that was worth it, and soon he was devouring her taste and texture like he would never kiss her again.

Her hands explored his chest tentatively, immensely enjoying the hard, yielding muscles and the way they jumped at her inquisitive touch. She loved the feel of him...it was amazing to feel naked skin against her fingers. She knew that she would never grow bored at the experience of his skin.

Her hands drew away from his chest and went around to his back. Her fingers slowly discovered the little scars, and she soothed them as if they were still hurting and painful to him. His mouth moved down to her neck, and she gasped in surprised pleasure when he began kissing it. Heat immediately shot down to between her legs, and she moaned softly.

Vegeta smiled against her soft skin of her throat. "Do you like that?" he whispered in her small ear, trying to keep his emotions under control. No woman had ever touched him the way his wife was touching him now, and it was almost too much. How he just wanted to clutch her to him and squeeze her as hard as he could, tell her what she made him feel when her fingers caressed the past hurts of his body, the wounds that had been inflicted upon him from both whippings, beatings, and tortures. She would never know what he had been through...but she would have an idea by the way she discovered something new every time her fingers moved from inch to inch.

Bulma shivered when his warm breath fanned over her ear. She nodded her answer and clutched at his shoulders as his teeth latched onto her lobe, and then moaned loudly when he bit down, almost enough to cause pain. He licked the small hurt, and then she turned her head to the side so he would have better access to her neck. He chuckled at her openness and willingness, and she kneaded his shoulders as he kissed his way down her neck until his lips landed on her collarbone.

Vegeta sat up on his elbows above her, and gave her a quick look before he began undoing the few buttons on the top of her shirt. It bared enough of her skin for him to be temporarily satisfied, but then his lips reached the cloth again and he wanted more.

He lifted his eyes to hers in silent question, and she nodded and sat up. Her hands moved to the bottom of her white shirt shyly, and Vegeta watched with avid fascination as inches of glorious white, completely unflawed skin was revealed to his eyes. A lump formed in his throat as almost impossibly strong emotions hit him hard, and he was left completely stunned by the sight of his bare-chested wife. Her large, round breasts were completely uncovered, and their beauty made all air evacuate from his chest. He had never seen a woman with more exquisite breasts than she had, and he felt pride fill his very being knowing that she was all his, and no man would ever touch her except for him.

Bulma giggled nervously when her husband just continued to stare at her. Then out of nowhere his hands shot out, and his fingers took a greedy hold of her. Her eyes widened at the feeling of his hands on her, and then her lids fell and became heavy as he began to knead them gently. A sigh slipped from her lips as his mouth descended upon hers, and Bulma felt sensation after sensation pile on top of each other as his calloused warrior's hands touched and teased her in the most incredible, gentle way that she had ever experienced.

It seemed like forever before Vegeta finally lifted his mouth from hers and moved downward, and she stiffened in alarm, because she had no idea what he was doing. Only when his tongue touched the tip of her pink nipple did she relax, and let her hands clutch at his head as he sucked it into his warm mouth. She gasped at the sharp sensation, feeling his teeth nip as her, and then his tongue whirl around it almost as if to sooth it.

He lifted his head only a brief second to smirk at her devilishly, and then switch to the other one. She moaned loudly and her fingers took hold of his dark hair, pressing him closer to let him know how good it felt. She had never known that her body could be so sensitive to the touch of a man, of Vegeta, but it was. She had never known such feelings, such excitement, such passion. Doing this with Vegeta was so breathtaking, that she could hardly comprehend it.

Vegeta lifted his head a moment later, and then looked into his wife's startling blue eyes. She looked so amazed at what he was doing to her, and he grimaced as the painful ache in his groin intensified. She gave him a confused look, and he could not help but smirk.

Bulma's eyes widened when her husband took hold of her hand and placed it on the huge bulge in his pants. The size of her eyes tripled as she tried to pull away in desperate humiliation, but he held her fast.

"No...do not pull away. I want you to feel me." She blinked a few times, and his fingers tightened around hers, making her squeeze his arousal. He groaned loudly, and he could tell that she had no clue what she was doing to him.

He kissed her lightly on the mouth, his eyes becoming wild. "This is what you do to me," he whispered harshly, watching her face and reading her unhindered expressions. "Only you do this to me, make me feel this way. You make me hurt, Bulma. You are so beautiful that I can barely control myself. I am having a hard time restraining myself, for all I want to do is bury myself inside you."

She just stared up at him. He groaned again, from pain, pleasure, and the agony of knowing that she did not completely understand. He wanted so bad just to rip off their clothes and have his wicked way with her, but he had to take it slowly, so he would not frighten her. He had to be very careful so as to not scare her away. He had already done that enough as it was.

He moved his hand off hers so he could release her fingers, and was surprised when they did not move. He sucked in his breath when she boldly moved her hand over him, just in an experimental movement. He gritted his teeth when she did it again, and nearly growled when she did it once more.

Bulma jumped in surprise when he forcefully pushed her curious hand away. He was breathing hard, and she could see how his eyes were dilated even through the darkening room. Seeing him thus was incredibly arousing, for she knew she was the one doing it to him.

Vegeta was on all fours above her, his head hanging and his flaming hair brushing the valley between her breasts. His chest was heaving, but he slowly managed to gain control of himself. He lifted his head and she gawked at the predatory look on his face. She knew that Saiya-jins had a much more primitive nature than her own species, and she even knew about how violent they could get when provoked the right way, and she wondered briefly if he was going to hurt her or something just as awful.

Her fears were squashed when he smiled at her painfully. "I apologize," he said roughly, his breath coming out in a ragged sigh. He caressed her face with his fingertips for a few moments, his body moving down on top of hers. She felt his manhood stabbing at her between her legs, and she turned a bright pink at the exciting feeling of having him lying there, touching her with that part of him. It was almost as if he knew what it was doing to her, for he began kissing her again, touching her and caressing her, making the fire rushing through her veins intensify to an almost agonizing extent. He had her moaning and crying out, thrashing and arching and tossing her head back and forth. She did not think it could get any worse, until his hand suddenly came between her legs and just laid there, unmoving.

Bulma stiffened. Vegeta continued kissing her neck as if nothing were wrong, and then her eyes widened and her mouth opened as a loud, quivering moan escaped her lips when his fingers began rubbing against her through her pants.

Vegeta chuckled. "You like that, huh?"

She nodded shakily, her legs making jerky movements as he touched her through the fabric.

"How would you like it if we just removed all of our clothes...naked skin against naked skin. Would you like that, my princess?"

How could he ask her questions in such a composed manner? She could barely think straight. She nodded her head yes in a wild movement, and almost instantly she was naked. She had no idea how he did it, but her pants were gone in under a second. He was naked also in just another moment, and she watched as their clothes were tossed off the bed into the dark room.

It seemed like time stopped. Bulma's eyes devoured every inch of her husband's chiseled olive skin, amazed and intrigued at the sight of his naked flesh. She had only ever seen a naked man once before in her life, and that had been years ago, with the same exact man. Then it had been horrifying, but now it was exhilarating.

Her eyes traveled from the tips of his spiked ebony hair, to his intense eyes and parted lips, to the broad expanse of his chest. She could see his tail twitching in the background behind him, free from being constantly wrapped around his waist.

Her eyes slowly consumed the sculpted muscles of his stomach, and then her eyes went lower, to the one area she was so curious about. She sucked in her breath at the sight of his manhood thrusting out from his body, hard and daunting, and her eyes searched out his in frightened shock. How could it seem like it had gotten even bigger than from when he had been eighteen? It had been large enough then! Was he going to rip her apart?

He just chuckled at her expression and soothed her as he reached out and caressed her face with his fingers. She reached out herself to pull him down on top of her, and she felt her blood thrum through her veins as he smirked just the barest second before their skin collided.

Bulma laid there completely stunned at the sensation of bare flesh against bare flesh.

Vegeta felt a harsh tremble rush down his spine at the feeling of her naked body pressed against his. By the gods, she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Everything about her was incredible. Her hair was soft and the most astonishing color, her eyes were as deep as an ocean...her skin was so delicate and flawless, so white that it almost hurt to look upon her nude. Her breasts were the perfect size, just enough so that they barely overflowed his large hands. Her stomach was flat and sculpted from years of training her body. Her hips were rounded and so curvy that all it did was shout the word woman. Her legs were long and smooth, not one ounce of fat on them. She had a very disciplined body, one that had him so hard that he just knew he would not be able to last long. He could smell her own arousal better now that she was naked, and the scent hit him like a blow to the stomach. Knowing that she was so turned on when they had barely even done anything made him swallow. What was she going to be like when they started the actual mating?

Bulma ran her hands all over his body; reaching as far as she could before she came back up to his face and drew his lips closer. He kissed her roughly, his fingers exploring all of the skin that was now bared before him. She purred at his caresses, her eyes closing against the sensations hitting her. It was as if he knew exactly where to touch her to make her moan or tremble. She felt an indescribable ache between her legs, one that begged her to be fulfilled.

"Oh, Vegeta..." she moaned, her hands clutching at his arms as his lips fluttered over her neck and then went lower. He moved down past her breasts, but not before he stopped and gave each of them a quick kiss. She watched him as he kissed his way down her stomach, nearing the place where she felt the insistent ache. She stiffened as his hands parted her legs, and she fought the urge to close them again. No one had ever seen her like this before, and it was intensely embarrassing.

Vegeta felt his wife stiffen in alarm, and knew that she was mortified at his actions. He was used to that response in women, so he glanced back up at her and gave her a comforting smile.

"I promise I will not do anything you will not like. Just calm down, woman."

She swallowed and nodded, trying to relax her body. She felt so stiff it was almost painful, but she drew in a deep breath and she began to calm. His hands stroked her thighs, and she sighed at the soothing caresses. She knew that he was trying to make her relax, and she felt the growing feeling of love blossom through her. He cared enough to make sure she enjoyed this, and that she was not scared. She felt tears come to her eyes, but she blinked them back forcefully.

She watched with wide eyes as he lowered his head to between her legs, and she bolted upright when she felt his wet tongue against her. He raised his head and frowned at her before he pushed her back down by her shoulder.

"Do not move," he commanded, sounding harsh to her ears. She gulped and began trembling as she stared up at the canopy of his bed. She felt his fingers touch her, his soft wet tongue sweep over her again, and then again.

Her eyes widened as an incredible sensation hit her. "Oh!" she cried, her hands instinctively winding their way into his thick hair. She thought she felt him chuckle, for she felt the vibration against her, and she moaned loudly.

"Oh, Vegeta..."

Vegeta could not help but smirk as he worked his magic on her. He looked up, and was held in awe at the pleasure-contorted expression on her face. Her fingers had a death-grip in his hair, her head was thrown back and her breasts were thrust forward. Her legs started trembling, and he wrapped his arms around them and laid his head against her thigh. Her head thrashed back and forth and she moaned again, soft at first and then louder and louder. He closed his eyes against the almost agonizing ache in his groin as he tasted her sweet fluids, but at least he knew that she was ready for the moment that he would come inside her. He would not have to worry about hurting her too much if she was this excited, and it made him feel better about the prospect.

Bulma felt her hips jerk involuntarily against Vegeta's mouth when she felt one of his long fingers enter her. The feeling created a shiver that ran along the length of her spine, leaving a tingle throughout her body. She could feel her inner muscles contracting around his finger as he stroked upward, making a come hither motion. Her eyes shot open when she felt those same exact muscles squeeze his finger almost unbearably tight, and then she cried out in surprise as waves upon waves of pleasure washed over her body. She heard Vegeta make a sound of surprise in the distance, but it went unnoticed as her body trembled and shook from the ecstasy that had overcome her body.

It seemed like forever before she came back to reality. Her body sagged against the bed, and her fingers fell from Vegeta's hair. She felt detached, not part of the world anymore. She felt languid, loose, drained. She felt amazing.

She watched weakly as Vegeta lifted his face from between her sprawled legs. The look on his face was almost comical, his eyes were so wide. She was slowly coming back to reality as she observed him, and she watched as several drops of clear liquid dripped off his chin. The lower part of his face was soaked with something, and she turned a bright red with understanding when she realized it was from her.

Vegeta stared at his wife in amazement. It was one thing that he had actual managed to give her sexual fulfillment on her first time, but it was another when she had climaxed so violently and beautifully on her first time as well. He liked to think that he knew women pretty well, but he had never yet met a woman like his wife.

Bulma watched with interest as he smirked in his devilish manner and licked his lips. She blushed again when he did so, and then tried to hide her face in his shoulder when he moved back up her body. He kissed her neck.

"What...what was that?" she asked stupidly, her arms going around his neck as she managed to look at him. She felt shy for some reason.

He flicked his fingers through her hair, a cocky smile forming on his lips. "That...was just the beginning."

Bulma gave him a confused look as he began kissing her again. She tasted herself on his tongue and lips, and she was surprised that it did not taste bad. If anything, it had a different flavor from anything she had ever tasted before. She could not compare it to a fruit, or meat, or a vegetable. There was nothing to compare it to.

She gasped into his mouth when she felt her husband seek out her hand. She almost already knew where he was going to place it, and the most she did was bite her lip when he placed it on his manhood once again. She felt shy, but she stomped it down when she thought about what Vegeta had just done to her.

She explored the new feeling of his soft skin, noticing how it seemed almost stretched to its limit. He felt incredibly hard, and she looked up into her husband's face to see if he was enjoying it or not. He looked strained, and she gave him some sympathy and released him. He sighed with relief, but she knew that he had enjoyed it.

Vegeta knew that he could not take anymore. If he continued as he was, he would go insane. He already knew that he was not going to last long, and she was just adding insult to injury. He promised himself that he would do better next time.

Bulma watched as Vegeta positioned himself between her legs. She could see faint outlines and lighter and darker shadows covering him, for it was dark in the room, but she could still see what he was doing. She smiled at the sight of his tail writhing madly behind him.

"I am going to come inside you now, Bulma. It might hurt, but I will try to be as gentle as possible."

She nodded and bit her lip as she felt the tip of him at her entrance, and she closed her eyes as she felt him push inside her slowly. She felt her skin and muscles stretching to accommodate him, but it did not really hurt that bad. Only when he stopped did it start to hurt, and she bit her lip harder as she began to feel a painful pressure. She looked up to see her husband's face, and she blinked at the expression of wonder and amazement overcoming his features.

Vegeta glanced down at her and saw her staring at him, and then he flinched when he butted against her maidenhead. He pushed against it as gently as he could, but it did not budge.

"This is going to hurt...I am sorry," he said roughly, levering up on his arms. She grabbed his arms tightly, as if anticipating the pain, and then he thrust forward, embedding himself to the hilt inside her wet heat.

Bulma threw her head back and screamed to the ceiling. Pain ripped through her, and she felt tears pour from the corners of her eyes. She felt rather than saw her husband lay down on her gently, and she fought the pain back vehemently as he kissed her lips and then wiped her tears away. She sniffed, and then opened her watery eyes to see her blurry husband giving her a concerned stare. The pain slowly faded, and she gave a ragged sigh of relief. That had been horrible, but at least it did not hurt as much any more.

Vegeta asked her in a strained voice if she was no longer feeling pain. She checked herself mentally, and then nodded, giving him an infatuated, watery smile.

Vegeta almost cried to the heavens as he began to move slowly inside her. She flinched once, and then she seemed to be fine. That was wonderful for him, because he knew that he would not have been able to stop.

Bulma watched with fascination as all sorts of expressions covered her husband's face. They varied from pained, to pleasure, to desperation, and she blinked when she felt a familiar warmth begin to blossom within her again. She trailed her fingers down his throat, and he groaned roughly and clutched at the bed sheets. His arms were trembling, and she felt beads of sweat fall onto her chest and stomach as he moved over her. She moved her hands over his chest, down to his stomach, and his eyes shot open in alarm. His expression became frantic, his eyes wild as he stared down at her. He opened his mouth, and he cried, "By the gods, do not touch me! I cannot-"

Bulma jerked her hand away in surprise, and she watched as he cursed and then threw his head back as he let out a choked cry. She felt a strange warm wetness inside of her, and she could not help but smile as he groaned long and hard, and then fell on top of her.

Vegeta laid there, completely and utterly stunned. His eyes were wide and unblinking, and he did not move. He did not think he would be able to, even if he were suffocating his wife.

Bulma soothed her husband by rubbing his back. His chest was heaving and he was breathing extremely hard, but it soon calmed back to normal. His head was lying next to hers on the same pillow, and his eyes were closed. She thought for a moment that he was asleep, but his dark, startling eyes opened.

They stared at each other.

Bulma stroked his face with her finger to break the trance. He blinked, and then drew in a deep breath. She felt his heavy burdensome weight lifted off her a moment later, and she drew in a deep breath as well.

Vegeta managed to roll next to her, but he turned back to her and gave her a questioning stare.

"Did I hurt you?"

Bulma chewed on her lower lip as she scooted into his arms, and she smiled broadly as he willingly opened his arms and drew her against his sweaty body.

"Yes, but I am fine now. Vegeta..." she looked him straight in the eye, and she kissed him lightly on the lips. "That was beautiful."

Vegeta felt his eyes falling closed, but he did not fight it. Hearing those words coming from her was the one thing he had ever wanted to hear, and they were the last things he heard before he eased into a blissful, sated sleep.