Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Through Thick and Thin ❯ Truly the Best ( Chapter 8 )

It's Christmas day in this chapter. And what's this I smell? Could it be... a lemon??

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--THROUGH THICK AND THIN--

--Chapter 8--

--Truly the Best --

"Wake up! Wake up!"

Bra's cheerful call made Trunks open his eyes. He grunted, annoyed at being disturbed, and wondering what on earth would have made the girl wake up so early. He chuckled as he realized that it was ten o'clock. It wasn't early at all, but it was the holidays, and everyone had stayed up late the night before. She shouldn't be up yet. Then he remembered. It was Christmas.

He seemed to find more energy as he jumped out of bed and rushed out of the room. His sister was in front of him, dragging Vegeta down the stairs by the hand. He had returned home two days ago, and though he wasn't gone long, Trunks still felt awkward around him. Would he leave again?

Bulma exited her room just as Trunks was walking past. "Mmm, hello dear," she said sleepily as she tied up her red silk housecoat.

"Hey, Mom," Trunks said. "Are Grandma and Grandpa going to be coming down for Christmas with us this year?"

A hint of a sly smile graced his mother's face. "I don't know, honey. This is the one year they didn't go away for the holidays, it would be nice if they did, but they seemed a little... busy... last night, and might be tired."

Trunks smirked. Though old, his grandparents still enjoyed having nightly escapades. "I see..."

"Wow!!" Bra's ecstatic shout caused both Bulma and Trunks to look over the stair railing. Bra was standing in the doorway to the den, her eyes shining with excitement. Vegeta walked up behind her, dragging his feet, as he followed her into the den.

"You guys seem pretty tired, too," Trunks said, eyeing his mother. "Are you sure you two didn't have any fun last night?" Bulma blushed furiously, and shook her head. Trunks laughed as he jumped the last couple stairs. "If you say so, Mom," he said, rushing into the den.

Bulma rolled her eyes and followed her son. Bra was jumping around, holding up presents, looking at them, then putting them back. It was tradition in the Briefs' household to always empty the stockings first.

"Lookie, Trunks!" Bra shouted happily, "Santa was here!" She motioned to all the presents that lay in the very front of the tree, the ones that had not been there the previous day. Then she pointed at the stockings. "See?"

Trunks smiled and nodded, going along with her childish belief. She picked up Trunks' stocking and handed it to him, before turning to her own overflowing Christmas sock. The lavender-haired teen noticed that this year there was no stocking for neither of his parents. He knew why, of course. Every year his parents filled each other's stockings. This year, however, they hadn't purchased gifts for one another, and, therefore, the stockings were empty as well. They didn't say anything, though, as they watched their children empty their stockings.

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"This was the best Christmas!" Bra said happily. "Thank-you!"

"You're welcome, honey," Bulma said, smiling. "Why don't you go and wake Grandma and Grandpa up? They've slept long enough." Bra nodded, dropping the gifts she held in her hands onto the floor, and ran out of the room.

"I'm going to Goten's after I shower," Trunks said, after a quick look at the clock. "They should be finished opening gifts by now."

Bulma nodded as her son, too, left. Then she turned to Vegeta, who sat on the couch. "I'm sorry I didn't get you anything. I didn't have time, and I was mad at you before."

"Don't worry," he grunted. "I didn't get you anything either."

Bulma nodded. "Next Christmas will be better."

A smirk flashed across Vegeta's face. "No reason this one can't be good."

Bulma frowned, and opened her mouth to ask what he meant when she was swept into his arms. "Vegeta!" She shouted, trying to sound angry, though it hadn't exactly come out the way she had planned.

He silenced her with a passionate kiss, one that she returned hungrily. It had been too long since the last time this had happened. The kiss ended all too soon for Bulma's taste, but she reminded herself that there was only more to come, if Vegeta was planning what she hoped he was.

Vegeta kicked the door to their bedroom open and laid the woman on the bed before turning and closing the door. Then he, too, climbed onto the bed. Bulma looked up at him and kissed him gently, her lips barely touching his.

The effect was tantalizing, and Bulma could feel her mate tingling with immediate response. With the same light, almost ticking touch, Vegeta began to kiss her face; her cheeks, her closed eyes and then her soft lips. He reached up and tilted her jaw back, then began the same pleasurable torture on her throat and neck. Bulma made herself remain still, and instead of feeling tickled, shivers of delicate fire followed his touch.

He pulled back then, and slowly untied the housecoat she still wore. He slipped it off of her shoulders, kissing her as he did so. He dropped it on the floor beside the bed and began to unbutton her red pajama top. She wore no bra, so her full breasts were exposed as the top was also taken away. Vegeta pushed away his sudden urge to take her right then. He would wait, if only for her sake. He proceeded to pull her bottoms off as well, Bulma lifting her buttox off the bed so it would be easier for the Saiya-jin prince. The pants soon joined the growing pile of clothes at the side of the bed.

Bulma then reached up and pulled the T-shirt Vegeta was wearing up over his head. Then she took off the spandex shorts he was wearing and added them to the pile. She could feel shivers shooting up her spine at the side of his well-formed chest, his muscles rippling gracefully with the slightest of movements.

Vegeta smirked and reached up to the curve of her shoulder, tracing it, then brushing the length of her arm. Then, slowly, with a whisper of touch, he drew his hand back up the inside of her arm. Bulma shook with a tingling spasm that sensitized every nerve with quickened expectation. As he followed the outline of her body down her side, Vegeta's hand glanced over her soft nipple. It hardened, firm and ready as an intense shock of pleasure shot through her.

Vegeta bent to take it in his mouth. Bulma pressed up to him as he suckled, pulled and nibbled, feeling a warm wetness between her thighs as the acute sensations sent corresponding twinges deep inside.

Vegeta smelled the woman-scent of her skin, and felt a drawing fullness in his loins as he sensed that she was ready. He had never seemed to get enough of her, and she always seemed to be ready for him. He couldn't remember a single instance in which she had refused his touch. No matter the circumstances, Bulma was there for him, not just acquiescing, but an active and willing partner.

As he reached to caress her thigh, and she opened to him, he felt so strong an urge that he could have taken her right then, a much stronger pressure than before. But he held back, wanting it to last. It had been over a week since he had last had her, and he wanted this time to be perfect.

His hand encountered her moistness, then her small, erect centre of pleasure, and Vegeta heard her breath explode from her throat in gasps and cries as he rubbed and fondled it. He reached lower and entered her with two fingers, exploring her depths and textures as she arched her back and moaned.

He let go of her nipple and found her mouth slightly open. He kissed her firmly, loving the slow, sensuous touch of her tongue that found his own. He pulled back for a moment, so exercise some control before he gave in entirely to the overpowering drive and the beautiful woman below him whom he loved so entirely. He looked at her until she opened her eyes.

Her eyes were normally a cerulean blue colour, but now, in the little light that seeped into the room through the window blinds, they appeared to be almost a purple colour. They were so full of longing and love that his throat hurt from the feeling that arose from the depths of his being.

He touched her cheek with the back of his forefinger, outlined her jaw, then ran it over her lips. Vegeta couldn't get enough of looking at her, of touching her, as though he wanted to etch her face into his memory, and remember every curve and every crease of her beautifully designed body and face.

Bulma looked up at him, almost loosing herself in his dark black depths that were his eyes, radiant with his love and desire. It was times like these that Vegeta couldn't hide his emotion; it was coursing through his blood, through every vein. It was times like these that Bulma was certain Vegeta would be with her forever, that he would never let go, not for long.

Vegeta kissed her, then moved his warm tongue down her throat and then to the depression between her breasts. With both hands, he cupped their full roundness, then reached for a nipple and suckled. She kneaded and massaged his shoulders and arms, moaning softly as waves of tingling sensation coursed through her body.

He worked his way down with his tongue and his mouth, wetted her naval with his tongue, then felt the texture of her vaginal hair. She arched a little in invitation, and a moist and sensitive tongue found the top of her slit, and then the small centre of her pleasure. Bulma cried out as he reached it.

Then she gently pushed Vegeta away as she rolled over. She kissed Vegeta gently on the lips, now on top, before making her way down to his rigid manhood. She rubbed her hands up and down his shaft, making the powerful Saiya-jin cry out in pleasure. Then she took it into her mouth as far as she could. He gave way a little, finding it suddenly extremely difficult to keep control of himself, and Bulma tasted a spurt of warmth. She spit it out quickly, before taking his manhood in her mouth once more, her delicate hands reaching for his soft pouches.

Vegeta felt the pressure building, the drawing from his loins, and the throbbing pulsations in his hardened member. He wanted to touch her everywhere, leave no place of her body unpleasured. He felt Bulma's mouth leaving him, replaced by her hands once more. He ached to enter her.

With supreme effort Vegeta pulled away, flipping them over so he was one the top once more. Bulma slithered up so her face was directly across from his. Vegeta brushed some of her hair out of her face before bending down to her node, nuzzling until her breath came in spasms and cries.

She called for him and reached up to him, the need for him to be inside of her indescribable. He rose up between her thighs, and with a trembling expectation and control, he finally entered her, and gloried in her warm welcome.

He'd held it back so long it took a moment to let go. He drove in again deeply, reveling in the wonder of her who could accept his full size. With joyous abandon, he pushed in again, and out, and in, faster each time, surging to higher peaks, while Bulma rose up to meet him, matching him stroke for stroke. Then with cries that rose in pitch, he felt it coming it surged within her, and they burst forth in that final overwhelming rush of energy pleasure and release.

Both were too drained, to sensually spent, to move. Vegeta was sprawled on top of her, but Bulma always loved that part, the weight of his muscular body on hers. She smelled the faint odor of herself on him, which always reminded her of how loved she had just been, and why she felt so deliciously drowsy. She could still feel the sheer unexpected wonder of the love they had just made. She hadn't known her body could feel such delight and joy. She had only known the lust from Yamcha, not the pure love of Vegeta.

Vegeta pulled himself up, finally, kissing a breast and nuzzling her neck as he rolled off of her. He pulled Bulma to him, wrapping an arm around her. He placed his head in her hair, breathing in her scent. "How was that for a Christmas present?" He asked drowsily.

"The best ever," she sighed. "Truly the best."

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A/N: I realize now that not much happened in this chapter, it was mostly a lime I hope it was an okay lime... I consider it my first, even though it's my third, since I didn't really know what I was doing my first two times.

This isn't the end, not yet. ^^; There will be one more chapter. A short one, but one more chapter nonetheless. I may make it into an epilogue, but I'll have to see.