Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Prince and the Sorceress Lemon one-shot ❯ Behind Closed Doors ( Chapter 1 )

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Author's Notes: This is a basically the missing part of my PG-13 story, The Prince and the Sorceress. Just to bring you up to speed with the story so far, quick recap. Bulma at a young age was interested in magic instead of science. So because of that she has become a Sorceress. Her adventures in the Dragonball Z world where much the same except she used magic instead of gizmo's and she still invited Prince Vegeta to her home. At this point in the story Bulma's lost her powers temporarily and is getting Vegeta to help train her. After 20 chapters of build up I finally get to write the sex scene. ^___^

This is for the people that want the PG-13 story kept clean and for those of us with dirty minds that want to see what happens!

The Prince and the Sorceress, Lemon edition

Behind Closed Doors

Bulma stared up at her visitor as he stood by her open door.

"What do you want Vegeta?" The Sorceress sighed.

"Do you want the long or the short answer?" He replied with such a deep and mysterious tone and a playful smirk on his face.

Bulma tried to ignore her trembling knees and growled. "I'll go for short. I want to go to bed." She put her hands on her hips and attempted to look defiant, or aimed for a near match. "I repeat what do you want Vegeta?"

"You."

Then the Prince lunged forward picking the Sorceress up with his arms. Vegeta then firmly closed the door as Bulma gasped her surprise.

"I decided I want you." He said again.

"I-I... I..." Bulma stuttered still unable to believe this was happening.

"Yes I know you're not ready." Vegeta growled. "I just wanted to tell you."

"Heh..." Bulma choked her pink face had now turned a deep shade of beetroot

"I'm amazed you're speechless woman." Vegeta purred sitting on the bed and carefully placing Bulma on his lap. "I think I'll commit this to memory, I'm never going to see it again."

"What do you mean by that?" Bulma murmured.

"I mean." Vegeta smirk. "That you will soon regain control of that damnable flapping mouth and I'll be forced to relive the moment."

"My mouth doesn't flap!" Bulma spat, her temper rising. "And I'd like an explanation you great ape! This is my room, how dare you barge in here like a cave man! Laying your claim on me! As if..."

Bulma continued her rant while Vegeta blocked her out and closed his eyes, the look on Bulma's face still fresh in his mind.

"Hey look at me when I'm shouting at you!"

Vegeta snapped out of his memory by the reality of an angry Bulma slapping him.

"I said I want to know what makes you think I'm yours?"

The Prince gave a slanted grin, the defiant woman still held tight in his arms.

"We're already bonded. I was merely making it more official." He said. "You would be mine just like I would be all yours."

"Oh!" Bulma gasped unable to say anything else.

"Hmm...another speechless moment in the space of five minutes."

"I... I'd want my own space..." Bulma managed to stutter as she tried to ignore the feeling that she was making a deal with a devil.

"I would expect my own space as well." Vegeta growled. "Just so long as you realise that you can never be with another person again."

"Kind of like marriage." Bulma muttered understanding what he meant.

"I expect that would be your weak human name for it."

"Hey, just put me down off your lap and we can discus this in the morning." She snapped more annoyed at the 'weak human' tag than she'd like to let on.

"I was discussing it now." Vegeta rumbled in his deep voice. He absently swept along Bulma's chin and trailed his finger down her neck; his eyes looking even further down. Bulma flushed and slapped his hand away. Even though she could no longer read minds she didn't need the power to know what Vegeta was thinking.

"In the morning..." She hissed trying to reassert herself.

"The more you resist me, he more I'm going not going to leave until..." He left an awkward pause in his sentence as he breathed in her scent. Bulma tried to wriggle of his lap determined to get some more control.

"Until...?" She asked.

"I get a kiss." Vegeta purred.

The young Sorceress was again unable to find an answer, she could only stop her weak struggle and stare into the deep dark eyes of the Prince. Vegeta merely smirked at her repeated silence, he was assuming he was setting some kind of record. The look on Bulma's face was also finding him some amusement. It seemed as if she couldn't decided between excitement, shock or defiance. But he took advantage of her confusion and tilted her chin and moved her lips closer to his.

The kiss was gentle a first, more as a slight test to see if she would bite him back. But Bulma had her own ideas and lunged back kissing him with more passion. She pushed Vegeta down onto the bed and wrapped her arms around him as she savoured the sweetness of his mouth. Vegeta chuckled at her forwardness but didn't feel like he should complain.

'So much for my scared little rabbit.' He mused thinking of what he called her the other night.

"I want you to promise me." Bulma said breaking the kiss, a desperate tone to her voice. "Promise me that you won't kill another living being!" She stared at him as his lust filled eyes instantly changed into anger.

"I can make no such promises." Vegeta snarled.

"It's important to me Vegeta!" Bulma pleaded. "I can accept that you're not going to be a hero; that there is always going to be something dark within you..." She flicked her finger across his scowl. "...perhaps that's what attracts me." She whispered. "But I can't marry a murderer."

"I already AM a murderer!" Vegeta said angrily not liking where this conversation was going. "I cannot undo my past and I WILL NOT give up being a warrior for your flowery ideals!"

"At least swear an oath that you will never harm another innocent?" Bulma asked desperate for a resolution. "An oath as the Prince of Saiyans."

"My title is meaningless." Vegeta snorted. "I have no planet, no race to rule! What good is being the Prince of a dead race?"

"You're wrong Vegeta." Bulma said determined. "I still believe your title means everything to you. It's your destiny, perhaps you really are the last of the true Saiyans but you have to accept you still have to keep the pride of your ancestors. The warrior blood within you still asserts your dominance over everyone else."

"You know nothing about being a warrior you pacifist witch!"

"I know you, Vegeta." Bulma soothed trying to calm his temper. "You hold your head high as the Prince of Saiyans you're proud of that fact and nothing that has happened in the past will take that away from you."

Vegeta growled the woman was pushing a few of his buttons. 'Damn when did she get to know me so well?'

"Just swear an oath that you will not harm another innocent." Bulma repeated. "You can fight, I'm not stopping you with that. I know you have a few 'issues' to resolve with Goku but keep the innocents of Earth out of your squabble."

The Prince sighed. "You sure you're not using telepathy?"

"I'm completely powerless." Bulma sighed as she lay on top of his chest.

"Good." Vegeta said and whirled Bulma around so that he was on top of her. "Then I swear as the Prince of all Saiyans that I will never harm another innocent so long as I have you as my mate."

"Mate?" Bulma squeaked. "You're such an animal sometimes!"

"You have no idea." He whispered.

"But...I accept." Bulma said trying to ignore his whisper and turning red because of it. "I don't want anybody else but you."

"I won't be like Kakarrot." Vegeta warned.

'Good.' Bulma secretly thought but said. "Of course not, now can you please leave?"

"Not yet." Vegeta smirked. "I need to seal our agreement."

His hand swept the few stray hairs away from her pinkening face then he kissed her unrestrained from his previous cautiousness. The blue haired mage didn't give any resistance and instead plunged into the kiss, loosing herself in the depths of the sensation.

All her magical adventures that she had experienced over the years could compare to this moment, pinned by Vegeta's strong arms as his mouth danced across hers. Bulma wanted to be like this forever, when it stopped however she gasped for air unsure how long they had been kissing.

"I will go now." Vegeta grumbled his tone suggesting his own reluctance. "If I stay any longer I won't be able to control myself."

He moved to leave but Bulma grabbed his shoulders.

"Stay." She said firmly. "I don't want to be alone... not anymore."

For Bulma this had more meaning than she wanted to reveal. All her life she had struggling alone, learning the art of magic without any friends or family for support. She didn't think she needed anybody, now there was one person she could bear to be without him. Bulma smiled as she saw Vegeta nodding his understanding. Even though he felt the same way he didn't feel inclined to comment. Instead he swept Bulma back into a passionate embrace.

The orb around Bulma's neck glowed as her emotions soared. Vegeta fingered at the jewel, the focus of her magical power.

"How much magic do you have left?" Vegeta asked as he petted her neck.

"Not much I told you..." She gasped. "I'm almost completely drained. Why do you ask?"

Vegeta's slanted smile revealed his thoughts to be less than pure.

"Vegeta..." Bulma warned.

But it was too late they where already risen above the covers. His ki flowing through her giving her more strength.

"I want you to be able to handle me." He explained.

Bulma blushed trying to hide her awkwardness. "I've never really done anything like this before."

"I can tell." Vegeta purred. "Your whole body is ridged with nerves. You should relax woman, consider this further training."

"I expect you to teach me everything." Bulma groaned as they continued to float in the air.

"First lesson... know when it's time to undress..."

Her nightgown was delicately slipped off by untying the belt and letting it drop down onto the unused bed. Bulma tried to hold her gasp as she felt Vegeta's warm body against her exposed skin. She tried to relax but Bulma was all too aware of the large bulge that pressed against her stomach. She didn't want to be the scared rabbit that he was always referring her to. She wanted to be his equal, just like she'd could show him on the fighting field. Bulma hated the idea of letting Vegeta take control but a small voice inside her said, 'Just give in and let it happen, we'll get more next time.'

And so she obeyed and relaxed letting Vegeta's strong arms embrace her. Their bodies floating weightless in the air, controlled by his ki. He guided Bulma's hands so that she was exploring him as well. Each touch was so new and exciting, true she had hugged and kissed Vegeta before but now there was a certain nervous friction that made her adrenaline rush.

The Prince's hands slipped across her naked breasts the smooth skin feeling tender to the touch.

"Do you like that?" Vegeta huskily asked her.

Bulma gave a gasping 'uh-huh.' As he continued with his attention, gently kissing her skin. All the while they began to rotate in the air, his control over their bodies so complete. If Bulma had been a normal human and had no experience with ki she could have been fried by the heat that Vegeta was producing. But Bulma absorbed the energy making her body stronger.

She began to take down the tight training shorts the clung to Vegeta. She was surprised they came off so easily.

"You're not wearing any underwear!" She squeak surprised as his erection appeared as she moved the garment off.

"Underwear is not really needed." Vegeta rumbled in his deep voice. "Just like yours." In saying that his large hand moved the small piece of fabric off.

Bulma was going to contradict him with her own views when his finger was swirling in her across her opening. It made her unable to think of anything else but of the movement of that finger. Bulma had of course touched herself before, but it had never really lead to anything but satisfying her mild curiosity. Now that Vegeta was touching her it was completely different, his thick finger reaching areas Bulma hadn't thought could feel so good. She could already sense how deep he was going inside her, making her body produce more fluid.

Then suddenly with the pleasure there was a sharp jolt of pain. Bulma hissed in air sharply and glared at the culprit.

"What was that for?"

"I was only taking away your hymen." He explained. "It is better that I do it like this than making you feel more pain later."

"Oh.." She looked down to his hand that was now displaying a small amount of blood. "I thought you'd let your penis break it."

"Only savages would do that." Vegeta mocked. "It will still hurt but no as much this way."

"Glad you're thinking of me." Bulma smiled and kissed him against the side of his neck. His hand moved away from her groin and rested it under her waist. Vegeta kissed her back following the curve of her neck. He wanted to say how the very reason he was here was because he couldn't stop thinking about her.

But that was trivial mush, that would distract from the main task that he had set himself. To make the woman fully his, in mind and body. He positioned himself so his man hood nestled beside her crotch.

"Remember to relax." He purred. As he slowly rocked himself backward and forward. The action easing him bit by bit inside Bulma. She muttered under her breath as she tried to regain her focus. The slow entry was not painful but more uncomfortable. It seemed to last for a while until Vegeta stopped and embraced her.

"How does that feel?" He asked.

Bulma gasped for breath unaware that she had been holding it. Now Vegeta was fully inside her and there was no pain only a strange awareness of fulfillment.

"Fine..." Bulma whispered trying to hide the tear that had appeared on her face.

Vegeta had seen it and swept it away with his hand as if it was nothing. He slowly kissed down her cheek. "Get used to it, I plan to be doing this a lot."

"Not if your such an arrogant bastard." Bulma hissed as she saw the superior smirk on his face.

"I only know that I'm the best." Vegeta said as he pulled himself out of Bulma. "Else I wouldn't be the Prince."

He went back in, this time with a stronger pace. Bulma could only hold on to him. With nothing else around them as they continued to float. She clung to his strong wide back her nails almost digging in and drawing blood. Each thrust from Vegeta made her squeak and moan, instinctively she began moving her own body in rhythm with his. They clamoured together their hot bodies merging and the ki from each of them flowing through their bodies. It was like the time they had shared ki but this time it was more intense, more personal and above all was giving them each a thrilling rush of adrenaline.

Everything began to become a blur, the surroundings, the bed nothing mattered just the two bodies. Vegeta grunted in his own ecstasy he'd never really imagined sex could be like this. For him it was more a rut, a way to get out any sexual tensions that made you a weaker fighter. But this made him feel like he could blast a thousand worlds and still have time to have sex with the woman again.

He cradled her head against his shoulder as he motioned to gain access to her neck. But something stopped him. He couldn't completely bond with her not now. It wasn't right, the timing was wrong. He would have to become super Saiyan before he could rightfully put a claim on her. For now he would only use her as his mate. But it wouldn't be permanent, as death was sure to welcome him soon. Frustrated his ki began to glow a faint yellow, but he was unaware as he came inside Bulma. Releasing his seed with a savage roar. Bulma shrieked as she felt the hot cum enter her body, giving her an orgasm as it reached her whole insides. Her own aura erupted into bright white and she telekinetically blasted everything inside her room. Her magical power surfacing in that small moment of euphoria.

The pair fell to a thud back on the bed. The orb around Bulma's neck faded as she gasped for air. Vegeta looked around the devastated room.

"When could you do that?" He breathed amazed.

"It's amazing what you can learn in such a short space of time." Bulma groaned and turned her head falling asleep.

Vegeta snorted, and positioned the woman in a more comfortable position. 'Yes very amazing.' He mused. And the Prince settled down for what he would consider his time for revisiting nightmares. But for once no demons from his past came and he slept soundly beside his Sorceress.

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Author's Note: Hurray, I finally finished! This story shall continue in PG-13 story The Prince and the Sorceress. Which will be updated in a couple of weeks maybe less. Thanks for reading!

Mz D