Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ To Warm A Saiya-jin Heart ❯ Anyone for some Lemonade? ( Chapter 5 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

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Author's note: I'm really sorry I've taken so long to put this chapter out. I've been really busy all week and I couldn't find the time to write this chapter, seeing as I just write things off the top of my head. Well, you probably don't want to hear about all the math homework or tests I've had this week, and I don't feel like writing about them, so I'll get on with the story.

To Warm A Saiya-jin Heart

Chapter 5

Anyone for some Lemonade?

"Vegeta? Wha… What are you doing here?" Bulma stammered.

"I don't know Bulma," he whispered. "Why don't you tell me?" He took a step closer, noticing how closely Bulma's eyes followed him, with a visible mixture of fear, confusion, and lust.

"I… I…" Bulma suddenly felt very hot, watching him move stealthily towards her in the dim lighting of the room. She noticed his movements were graceful and smooth. She noticed how his rock hard muscles moved under his tanned skin. She noticed the way he watched her with his clear black eyes. Most of all, she noticed the way he looked so damn good in those silk pants.

"Shhhhh." He moved closer now, and she could smell the clean scent of him. She loved the way Vegeta smelled, even when he had been training hard for hours and had not yet taken a shower. Tonight she smelled something other than soap and shampoo though. She could smell her own arousal, thick in the warm air. She looked up at Vegeta from her seat on the bed, and was immediately lost in the deep, black pools that were his eyes.

Vegeta smirked, noting the way she was looking at him. Quietly, he moved closer to her, so they were almost touching. "Why don't you tell me," he whispered, "exactly what you do to me." He reached out and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, brushing his fingers lightly down her jaw line to her chin.

Bulma gasped, and Vegeta looked at her, questioningly. "You're skin…" she murmured, beginning to blush. "It's so soft." Vegeta had never actually touched her without his gloves on. She had always thought of Vegeta as having rough, dry skin, and callused hands.

Vegeta laughed softly. "Why do you think I wear gloves? A gentle hand is needed when one wants to touch something so delicate." He reached out and touched her face again, this time leaving his hand there for longer. He wanted to touch more than her face. He wanted to touch every part of her body, to please her, and take his own pleasure in return. He wanted to feel her body against his, to hold her in his arms and make love to her till she cried out his name, over and over. He had known she wanted him, but now he knew she loved him. A part of his mind screamed at him, telling him that she was unworthy of Saiya-jin royalty. It told him to stop right now, and leave. He told it to shut up.

Bulma was stiff as cupped her chin in his hand. She was so confused. What were these feelings? She had never felt this way about Yamucha before, and she felt bad for having such feelings for Vegeta. She softened as soon as Vegeta's lips met her own, and allowed his tongue entrance to her mouth.

Vegeta was reeling. She tasted so sweet, but she seemed so unsure of herself. He pulled away from her, remembering that she could not hold her breath nearly as long as he. She looked flushed, and she licked her lips. A nervous habit, but she had no idea of what it was doing to Vegeta. She looked at him and saw the desire and need in his eyes. She flushed even more and turned away. He smirked and pulled her into his lap. He brought his lips to hers once again, and he wrapped his powerful arms around her.

Bulma pressed her soft body against Vegeta's and wrapped her arms tentatively around his shoulders. Vegeta's lips parted, allowing her to invade his mouth with her tongue. She was shy at first, but grew bolder by the minute, teasing him, and mimicking what she wanted him to do with his lower body.

Vegeta felt her heat rising through the thin nightgown she wore. Actually, it was just a white, button up shirt, with long sleeves, barely reaching past her mid-thigh, and she was wearing nothing but a pair of silk panties underneath. His hands moved around to her front, and started popping open the buttons. She let out a protesting whimper as he broke the kiss, and he looked at her. She flushed hotly as she realized how desperate she must look to him. She unwrapped her arms from around his neck, but when she went get off of his lap, she found she couldn't move. His arms were like heavy chains, imprisoning her there, but the real reason she couldn't move was his eyes. He held her in his gaze, his eyes locked on hers. She had never seen Vegeta look so incredibly vulnerable. It unnerved her, and at once she knew the feeling of love she had for him was returned full force.

Bulma felt an invisible tension leave Vegeta's body as she settled back into place, not before he discarded of her nightshirt though. He brushed his lips lightly against hers for mere seconds, and began to move downward. He trailed light kisses down her jaw and neck, moving across her collarbone and further down. She sighed with pleasure as she felt his lips on her breast, a light kiss turned passionate. His tongue flicked across the hard nub of her nipple and he blew lightly, causing her to shiver. She felt one of Vegeta's arms leaving her waist, to attend to the neglected breast. He massaged and pinched her, earning little squeaks and moans in response. He nuzzled the glorious mound of her left breast, and moved his mouth across to the other one, switching his hold around her waist as well. Bulma squeaked in surprise and pleasure when she felt Vegeta nip her lightly with his teeth. He removed his mouth from her breasts and smirked at her devastated expression.

"So," he said, "you want more?" His voice was throaty, and she could see the teasing glint in his eyes. She blushed heavily as realization dawned on her once again. Oh she wanted him all right, she wanted him more than she was ever willing to admit, but he was going to make her say it.

Bulma was surprised as she felt his hand delve under the soft silk of her panties, and she was embarrassed at how wet she was. She closed her eyes as his fingers teased her womanhood, and whimpered when his had left her wanting more. Bulma's eyes widened as he licked his fingers, tasting her juices on his own skin. Yamucha had rarely done anything like that with his hands, and when he had, he had crudely wiped his wet, sticky hand off on the sheets.

Vegeta was painfully aroused now, and he decided that he needed to speed things up a bit. As much as he wanted to take this slowly, he didn't know if he could stand this torture much longer. He brought his hand down again, and took a fistful of her panties in his hand, before ripping them clean off of her body. He chuckled as he heard Bulma's soft gasp, and he tossed the wet, ripped undergarment over his shoulder and onto the floor behind him.

She was now completely naked, and on his lap, wishing he were naked too. She could feel his aroused state clearly through the smooth silk of his pants and she moved slightly, rubbing herself against the hard bulge. Vegeta closed his eyes and buried his face in her neck, moving himself up to meet the gentle pushes of her hips. He suddenly pushed her off of him and Bulma cried out in protest. Her cries were silenced as she suddenly realized what he was doing. He had flipped her on her back and spread her legs with his hands, and kissed her most intimate place. She gasped and shuddered with pleasure. Yamucha had never ever done this to her before, and she was nervous. She had taken him with her mouth before, but he had never used his in return.

Vegeta plunged his tongue into her opening, encouraged by her moans and soft cries. He felt her hands on the back of his head, urging him to please her. He swirled his tongue around, deep inside her, searching for secret pleasure spots, and when he found one, he pushed his tongue hard at it, making her cry out and bringing her to the point of release.

Bulma shuddered with each wave of pleasure that washed over her. She had never felt anything like it before and she was too dazed to realize that Vegeta had just done what Yamucha never could. She finally recovered from her orgasm to find Vegeta watching her intently. He looked pleased with himself, and she was pleased with him too. She moved quickly to bring her mouth against his, tasting herself on him. She moved her hands down to the waist of his pants and started to push down. He helped her rid them of the last barrier between them, and smirked as he saw her surprise.

He was huge. For such a short man, he had been extremely well endowed. She reached out a hand, and gently stroked his hard shaft, blushing as she realized that he was much bigger than Yamucha had been, both in length and thickness. She pushed Vegeta onto his back, and she moved her head down to kiss his manhood and return the pleasure he had given her. She was surprised at her eagerness as she took him into her mouth. She had never enjoyed doing this with Yamucha, but she couldn't seem to stop herself when it came to Vegeta. She raised her head, to see that Vegeta's eyes were closed tightly and on his face was a look of pure ecstasy.

Her mouth was so warm, and he moaned as her tongue caressed the tip of his shaft. She trailed her tongue along the length of him and began moving her head in slow bobbing movements, increasing the pressure of her lips around him. He finally grabbed the back of her head, surging upward, and emptied himself into her mouth. She licked up all of the sticky white liquid she could, before moving back up, and straddling his hips.

Bulma rubbed her naked womanhood up against him and moaned at the feeling of intense pleasure that came over her. Vegeta rolled them over, so that he was on top, and she was on her back. "Vegeta," she said breathlessly. "Take me!" She spread her thighs apart, and allowed him to position himself between them. With a single thrust, he was deep inside her and both partners gasped.

Vegeta buried his face in her shoulder to keep from crying out. Despite Yamucha's disgusting misuse of her body, she was extremely tight around him, almost painfully so. He worried that he may be hurting Bulma, but one look at her told him to continue. He started moving slowly in and out of her, and she gasped at the instant pleasure. She wrapped her legs around his waist and urged him to move faster. Vegeta braced his arms above her head and started to pump as hard as he figured her frail human body could take. Soon she was bucking so hard, he practically had to restrain her. He liked having so much power over the woman under him. She couldn't even control her own body anymore she was so excited. Her hands clawed at his back and left markings on him, which he knew would be there the next day.

Bulma gasped as the orgasm hit her, hard. This was the fifth one and Vegeta still rode her hard. He wasn't getting tired and he wasn't about to let himself go. She ran her hands up and down his back and she heard him gasp as she brushed her fingers over a slight dip at the base of his spine. His tail spot. A devilish grin spread over her face as she pushed it again, this time slightly harder. She knew that Vegeta's tail didn't hurt him the way Goku's had, but she knew it was still sensitive. She began to massage the spot where it once was, rubbing and pinching lightly, rewarded by Vegeta's grunts and groans of pleasure. She felt him shaking slightly, he didn't want to let go just yet and he was pouring every ounce of self control he had into resisting her touch. She was determined to gain the upperhand, and she pushed, while rubbing hard at the same time. Vegeta cried out as he exploded inside of her, rocking with the waves of pleasure rushing through him.

He fell back on to his side, panting and pulling Bulma against him. He frowned at her for pushing him over the edge like that, and she only smiled and snuggled into his chest. Pulling the blankets over them both, she sighed happily and closed her eyes. Vegeta wrapped an arm around her, and settled down for a night of well deserved sleep.

So, how'd you all like my first attempt at a lemon? I don't know if this is the end of this series or not. I was thinking about doing a couple of chapters about how the others find out about Bulma and Vegeta's relationship. I guess it will depend on if you readers want me to. I have a really good idea for Yamucha's discovery and I might just make it into a one part story of it's own. Tell me whatcha think! Please review, and thanks for all the support. I was happy to find that I haven't even gotten one flame in this whole series! Thanks everybody!