Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Prince's Bodyguard ❯ The Prince's Bodyguard ( Chapter 1 )

Hey, guys, this is Shi-Saiyan! Okay, I'm gonna try my hand at this, but I make no guarantees! Honestly, I think Bulma and Vegeta are the perfect couple, but I'm curious to find out what would happen if things changed. So, to lay a bit of groundwork, this is an alternate universe fic, my first shot at one, and Bulma is dead. The whens and whys will be answered in the story. So, all you V/B fans, don't freak out on me when you start reading this!! Vegeta is NOT, I repeat, NOT cheating on Bulma!! As if the Saiyan Prince would stoop so low! Honestly!

Disclaimer- Do I even have to say it? Okay, I don't own any of the DBZ characters *sniffs* Okay, now that you made me say it out loud and destroy my delusions, on with the story.

Warning: Lemon eminent

His black eyes were bright as he watched her walk into the room and start to strip down. She hadn't noticed him yet. Crossing his arms over his chest, his eyes stayed glued to her as she pulled off the skintight body suit and Saiyan armor. Her feet were bare already, the way she preferred it when she sparred. The lack of protection that would have been provided by boots helped make her tougher, stronger, better. Her body was slender, but well endowed, her breasts full and soft, her hips gently rounded. Incredibly well put together, with long, lean, dancer's muscles, sculpted beautifully by years of training, Pan deftly untied the thong that held her hair and he watched it fall around her shoulders, brushing the small of her back, a thick curtain of black silk. The black thong panties were shiny. Leather? The thought made him smile. Pan's small acknowledgement of her sexuality amused him. Always so cool and focused, the girl was a warrior, a trained, seasoned killer, but she was also a woman. His hands itched to touch her as she moved about the room, taking private pleasure in the delicious feeling of being mostly naked in the open air. The growing hardness in his pants was becoming unbearable. He stepped forward, out of the shadows of the corner.

Pan spun at the footstep, moving instinctively into a fighter's crouch. Her eyes widened and she was too shocked to move when she saw who it was. "P-Prince Vegeta!" He inclined his head, just a little, saying nothing. "Um, wha- I mean, do you wish something of me?" she asked. He nodded, still silent. She was starting to get nervous now, still poised to defend herself. Watching the Prince of all Saiyans, she drew a shaky breath. The man was beautiful, his body strong and hard, all lean muscles and harsh planes. His movements were the graceful steps of a hunter and she was struck with the sudden impression that he was a predator, stalking his prey and she was it. His eyes were darker than the black side of midnight, his face the stuff of dreams, with his high cheekbones, full, sensuous lips and chiseled jaw line. The Prince was the ideal Saiyan male, and his nearness was making her thoroughly female Saiyan body react in a very interesting way. His tail was slowly, seductively lashing the air behind him as he stalked toward her. She felt heat begin to pool in her belly, her own tail sliding sinuously around her leg, twining itself around her, the tip gently flicking back and forth against her knee. Pan's heart began to pound a little harder in her chest as Vegeta closed the distance between them. His body rippled under his black training suit and her eyes were drawn to the distinctive bulge in the front of the suit. She slowly straightened up as he came within an inch of her. His fingers were suddenly holding her chin, strong, sensuous, caressing fingers. His thumb stroked over her lower lip and she found it hard to draw breath. Her breasts brushed against the soft material that covered his chest and she was suddenly aware of how exposed she was. She felt heat flood her face, and moved to cover herself, but he caught her hands in his, releasing her face. "Prince Vegeta?" she said, questioningly. "Silence. There is no need for speech," he said, his ordered softened somewhat by the raspy sound of his voice. She stopped talking as his lips came down on hers. She gasped against his mouth and then he was holding her hair in his fist, tilting her head back to give him better access. He kissed her deeply, his tongue delving into the heat of her mouth, exploring, plundering. He tasted her fear, her inexperience and felt a thrill run through him. He released her hair and his hands slid down her back, cupping her ass and squeezing. She softly moaned and pressed her hips against his.

Pan was lost, floating in the depths of space, holding tightly to the only anchor she could find. He was kissing her, touching her, making her blood heat and her knees suddenly weak. She forgot for a moment that he was the Prince of Planet Vegeta, the heir to the throne of the Saiyans. All she knew was his mouth and his hands and the incredible sensations he was causing inside her. His fingers squeezed her ass and then slipped down to the slit between her thighs. He felt the dampness through her panties and growled, lifting her quickly and carrying her to the bed.

Vegeta threw her down on the bed, quickly removing his light armor and the black suit. Naked, he crawled toward her, his head low, his eyes fierce, looking for all the world like a wildcat about to pounce. Pan gasped and arched her back as he suddenly closed his mouth around one nipple. Her hands flew to his head, tangling in his midnight hair, as his tongue worked magic on first one breast, then the other. He licked and nipped a trail of fire down her belly, scraping his teeth across that silky soft, vulnerable area between her navel and her curls, while hooking his fingers in the sides of her panties and pulling them down her legs. She shivered, then cried out when he delved into her folds, first with his fingers, then screamed as his tongue touched her. Growling with pleasure at her untutored passionate response, Vegeta trailed his tongue down the center of her and dipped inside her. Her climax was instantaneous, her body clenching and releasing around his tongue and he lapped at the rush of liquid, loving the taste of her. Her body was trembling when he kissed and tasted his way back up to her throat, nuzzling the soft spot behind her ear. She felt the tip of him nudge her opening and parted her thighs further, welcoming him. His invasion was a slow, sweet torture, his considerable size stretching her untried passage, until he met the thin barrier. He paused, his hands on both sides of her face and made her look at him. His black eyes bored into her equally dark ones and then he thrust sharply and sheathed himself completely. Her eyes widened and her mouth opened in a silent cry of pain and surprise. Only his gaze, locked with hers, kept her from screaming. Her body throbbed around him, stretching his control to the breaking point. He remained still, waiting for the pain to leave her face. When her tension eased, he withdrew and thrust smoothly back into her molten heat. Her mouth opened again, as before, only her scream was not one of pain. Instinctively, she countered his motions, raising her hips as he slid into her, over and over, the hardness of his body rubbing against the sensitive nub that governed her desire. When her climax came, she screamed, a sound that should not have come from a human throat, her nails leaving bloody furrows down Vegeta's back. With a primal roar, Vegeta released his seed within her and sank his teeth into her neck. She gasped at the pain, as her blood filled his mouth. He sucked at the wound, swallowing the thick, coppery liquid. Pan was breathing hard, her breasts heaving, still clutching her Prince to her, her mind disbelieving, her body bearing proof. The Prince of Planet Vegeta had claimed her as his mate.

Well, what do you guys think? I've got some ideas for the rest of the story, but I'm not sure. This might just stay a one-shot. Suggestions? Comments? Please? Videl3402@hotmail.com