Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Prince's Captive ❯ Chapter 7

CHAPTER SEVEN

The banquet was to start promptly an hour after dusk. Bulma stood by the window as Amara ceaselessly fidgeted with the blue dress she was wearing. Amara had all ready put Bulma's hair up in an elegant bun.

Amara looked nice as well. She had chosen a long black dress, with white flowers stitched into the bodice. The bodice had strings in the back and was laced tightly, pressing her breasts together, which was quite uncomfortable, but that was the price she had to pay to look nice in the dress. Below her breasts the dress became loose and stretched down to her ankles. She was wearing a pair of black spike, high heels to complete the outfit.

Bulma watched the last of the guests walk to the palace entrance.

"It looks like all the people have arrived," she said.

"Yes," Amara said. "Look at yourself in the mirror. You look lovely."

She turned away from the window. The blue, silk dress had been altered so that it hugged her curves like a glove. The heel on the shoes made her two inches taller. The scarf around her shoulders was inlaid with small, glittering diamonds.

Bulma laughed. "I didn't know I could look this nice."

"Nonsense," Amara said. "You are a beautiful woman."

"Well thank you." Bulma stepped down from the platform she was on.

"Are you ready?" Amara asked.

She sighed. "I suppose so."

She grinned. "Come along then." She led her down halls and several flights of stairs until they came to one of the entrances to the room where the banquet was being held.

Bulma could hear the guests laughing and having a good time. Then a male voice spoke over everyone else.

"Ladies and gentlemen, if I can have your attention." There was a pause and shuffling feet. "And now the King and the Prince will grace you with their presence."

Bulma smiled at the last line and Amara pushed her into the room. There was a roar of applause for the King and Prince. There were probably over a hundred guests in the room. The King sat on his throne and Vegeta was standing nearby.

Bulma and Amara found a place to stand among the crowd. The applause died down and the King began to speak.

"This is our time to relax and enjoy ourselves. There's a revolution starting out there and this is why I encourage everyone to have a good time tonight." Applause broke out again.

The King stood and walked down to a table in the center of the room. He sat down and everyone else began to take their seats at other small, round tables around the room.

Vegeta glanced over at Amara and Bulma. He motioned for them to come over to him. Bulma approached him with a smile on her face.

"You look nice," he said.

"So do you," she replied.

Radditz came up to them and touched Amara's shoulder. He let out a low whistle. "Wow, Amara. I like it."

She laughed. "I'm so glad."

"I can't wait to unlace that bodice." He tugged on one of the strings and she slapped his hand away.

Amara and Radditz found a table to sit at and Bulma and Vegeta sat at one beside theirs. Servants and handmaidens came from the entrances with silver platters in their hands to serve everyone.

The food was scrumptious. There were dozens of foods to choose from. Everyone was talking quietly and savoring the meal. When the King had finished his meal, he took his place on the throne.

People were beginning to gather out on the dance floor. As soon as the music had started Amara and Radditz had bolted from the table, but Vegeta made no move. His expression showed that he wasn't even thinking about dancing.

Bulma smiled and watched Amara and Radditz. They were having so much fun. It was funny; she would have never imagined the Saiya-jins dancing.

Bulma turned to Vegeta. "Don't you want to dance?"

"Why would I want to do that?"

"It's fun," she said. "Please, I want to dance with you."

"There's no way I'm going out there." He crossed his arms over his chest.

Bulma looked at him with pleading eyes. He glared at her for a good while and then sighed.

"Fine, but now I'll have you twice as long tonight."

Bulma blinked. She'd almost forgotten that the only reason she was there at the banquet was because she had promised Vegeta sex. And now he wanted sex twice as long?

"All right."

He looked surprised and unfolded his arms.

"Come on!"

She reached across the table and grabbed his hands. She pulled him away from the tables and out onto the dance floor. He placed one hand on Bulma's waist and held her other hand in his hand. She put her free hand on his shoulder. He pulled her close to his body.

"Let's see to it that your hand doesn't move any lower," she said, trying to not laugh.

He noticed the sparkle in her eyes and said, "Oh damn. Don't hold me accountable if my hand accidentally slips."

"Accidentally?" she asked.

"Yeah," he spoke against her cheek and then laid a chaste kiss on it.

The current song was being played lento and everyone moved around the dance floor, slowly and gracefully. Bulma was enjoying every minute of being close to Vegeta. His warmth, his smell, everything about him was absolutely intoxicating. And the worst thing was that he knew he was affecting her this way.

They danced to about three songs before another woman came up to them and asked if Vegeta would dance the next song with her. He frowned, slightly at her and opened his mouth to tell her something nasty, but Bulma cut in and encouraged him to dance with her so he did.

Bulma went to stand at a window. The sky was dark, but beautiful as she gazed out at the horizon. Soft, winking stars dotted the sky and made the view serene. She was glad to get away for a while and relax.

After a few long minutes, arms curved around her from behind and she didn't mind. "What do you think about us getting out of here?"

Bulma leaned into him. "That sounds good to me."

He turned her around took her hand. He led her in the direction of her room, but she was surprised when they passed it and kept going.

"Where are you taking me?" she asked.

"To my room."

His room was only a few doors down from Bulma's. She's hadn't realized that he'd been this close to her. Inside the room were a large bed, a couch, a small table, a liquor cabinet and a chair. There was a large window, which overlooked the city. He sat down on the couch and pulled her down with him.

"Do you want something to drink?"

Bulma shook her head. "Can we talk?"

"Talk?!" He looked at her serious eyes. "All right." He placed his hands on the back of the couch. "What did you want to talk about?"

"Did you save my life so that I would have sex with you?" she asked.

He smirked. "Whatever gave you that idea?"

"You are very attracted to me."

"Yes, and you're attracted me to."

She blushed. She hadn't expected him to say that. She looked up at him and he was still smirking.

"Am I right?"

"Yes, damn it, you're right," Bulma said, turning away from him.

He reached over and cupped her face in his hands. "I'm glad we're on the same level." He kissed her, passionately and she returned the kiss.

He slid his hands under Bulma's body and lifted her. He carried her over to the bed and laid her down on the satin sheets. She sat up a little and he leaned over her. He unzipped Bulma's dress. It loosened and her breasts spilled out of the dress, she wasn't wearing a bra.

He slid the dress down her body and she helped him get it off. Bulma took off his jacket and dress shirt. Amara was right; he did have a nice upper body. She smiled.

As she was working on his pants, his fingers slid under the strings of her string bikini panties. The strings were tied in a bow and he pulled them apart. The strings separated and her weight was the only thing holding the panties in place. He pulled them away.

She got his pants off and was mildly surprised that he wasn't wearing any underwear. He was long, hard and more than ready. She had a moment of feeling him slid against her, and then he plunged inside of her. He shoved against the tightness of her body, forcing himself into her. They hadn't done any foreplay so it was more pain than pleasure. She gasped in pain and desire.

"Am I hurting you?"

She shook her head. "No."

He drew himself out, halfway and then in again. He thrust into her as hard and fast as he could. The sound of flesh hitting flesh punctuated every thrust of his body. Sounds were escaping from Bulma's throat from the sheer force of it and from the pleasurable sensations as he moved inside of her. Her body opened to him and she was no longer tight.

He pounded himself into her with such force that it was on the borderline of pain and pleasure. Her breath came faster. He stopped for a moment and then thrust inside her again in one long movement, she cried out. He'd found the spot in her body and was running himself over it again and again as hard as fast as before, but now sounds were drawn from her mouth with each thrust.

She heard Vegeta's breathing quicken and he increased his rhythm, until she cried out. A shudder ran through his body and she had reached the peak. Warmth spilled over her, through her, pulsing deep inside her body making her contract, jerking, unable to control it.

She felt a scream rising in her throat and couldn't suppress it. She screamed with pleasure and she heard his cries echo hers as she began grinding herself into him. He didn't stop and neither did she. He kept his rhythm up and she cried out his name over and over again. This seemed to excite him even more.

Finally, he stopped and hovered above her, but didn't withdraw from her body. They were both panting, their chests heaving. He looked down at her and she met his gaze.

"Don't stop," Bulma said, when she found her voice.

He smiled. "I knew you would say that."

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A/N: Ta-da! And there's Chapter Seven! In the next chapter we have a visit from someone special who's bound to add a little more spice to everyone's lives. Be sure to check out my other fanfics: "Redemption," "Living a Lie," and "Amara." And don't forget to leave a review. ^_^ Thanks!

Radditz: Oh, how cheap! Why didn't Celestial Princess write about us? We got nasty, too!

Amara: Stop complaining! I don't want the whole world to read about us having sex. Do you?

Radditz: Well…

Amara: *hits him over the head with ChiChi's skillet*

Radditz: Ow! Who do you think I am? My brother…wait a minute. Where did you get that anyway?

Amara: I don't know, but anything can happen. Remember who's writing all of this!

-Celestial Princess