Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ To Warm A Saiya-jin Heart ❯ Send my Chair to the Cleaner's Please ( Chapter 7 )

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

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WARNING: Yamucha fans beware! You will NOT like this story!

To Warm A Saiya-jin Heart

Chapter 7

Send my Chair to the Cleaner's Please

Yamucha stared, openmouthed, at the couple in Bulma's office. 'Vegeta and Bulma? Vegeta and Bulma? VEGETA AND BULMA!?!?!?!?!' The thought finally registered and Yamucha let out a wail loud enough to wake the dead.

"WHAT THE HELL???" Vegeta roared, pulling away from Bulma. He had been too occupied with her to notice Yamucha come in. Bulma sat on her desk, blouse open, skirt hiked up around her thighs. She looked completely lost.

"So you have been sleeping with him!?!" Yamucha growled. "I knew it! I knew you were nothing more than a dirty little whore! It always happens to the rich ones!"

Simultaneously, Vegeta and Bulma's eyes narrowed, sending out icy glares toward the dumbfounded baseball player/martial artist/sleaze-bag. Surprisingly, it was Bulma who made the first move.

She hopped off of her desk, and sauntered over to Yamucha, not even caring that her blouse was open and her silky black bra was exposed to the world. She stopped in front of him and put her finger under his chin, first caressing up and down the underside of his jaw, then roughly jerking his head down to her level. She raised her arm and delivered a violent backhand slap to Yamucha's cheek.

"Hmmm, nice delivery, but your technique could use some work." Vegeta said with a smirk. Bulma turned and did a little mock bow while Yamucha looked on, rubbing his cheek. She turned back around to face her ex-boyfriend.

"Get off of my property Yamucha." she snarled. "You had no right to burst into my office and insult me like that. I should have you charged for harassment."

"It's all true isn't it?" Yamucha yelled. "You cheated on me with that filthy MONKEY!"

"Yeah. A filthy monkey that can kick your pansy ass." Vegeta said calmly, delivering a devastating blow to Yamucha's midsection.

"Unlike you Yamucha," Bulma sneered, "I have enough decency not to sleep with other people until AFTER we broke up. You disgust me Yamucha. I never want to see you near me again and if I do, I will not hesitate to call the cops on your sorry ass."

Yamucha looked as if he were about to cry as he made a mad dash for the door. He looked back sadly, only to see Vegeta pull Bulma into his arms and kiss her.

"Oh, I can't believe that just happened. I can NOT believe he just said those horrible things!" Bulma wailed.

"Don't worry about that. You won't have to worry about Yamucha anymore." Vegeta said, closing the office door.

"Oh?" she asked curiously, watching Vegeta take a seat in the big comfy chair behind her desk. "And why is that?"

"Because," Vegeta replied, pulling Bulma onto his lap, "you're mine now."

"Is that so?"

"Yup." He murmured, placing hot kisses on her neck. "Now where were we?" He slid his hand up her smooth leg, and under her skirt.

"Don't you dare even think about ripping my panties off again Vegeta!" she moaned. "I have to spend the rest of the day here you know, and I don't like the idea of going commando!"

Vegeta chuckled lightly, taking a hold of the soft fabric, an evil grin spreading over his face. "RRRIIIIIPPPPP"

"Vegeta you BASTARD" Bulma yelled. "I told you not to ooohhhhmm…." her protests turned to soft moans as she felt Vegeta's fingers enter her womanhood. She grasped his arms, trying to find something she could hold onto as he coaxed her into release.

She opened her eyes to see the smirking features of her Saiya-jin lover as he brought his sticky hand up to his lips. On a sudden impulse, she stopped him, taking his hand in hers and bringing it up to her own mouth. She licked at his fingers, lapping up her own juices.

Vegeta watched her, lick him, remembering her oral performance from last night. He felt himself hardening and reached his out to grab her hand. He slipped it down over the bulge in his pants, hoping she would get the idea.

Bulma smiled devilishly, reaching her hand down and unzipping his fly. She slipped her hand under into his pants, coming into contact with his throbbing manhood. She rubbed the tip gently with her fingers, and then proceeded to massage his entire length. Vegeta moaned aloud at the pressure of Bulma's hands on him. He grunted softly at his release and moved to put his arms around the woman on his lap. She pressed herself against him and gave him a passionate kiss. Then she hiked her skirt up so she could straddle him. Bulma rubbed her nakedness against his before impaling herself on his hardened shaft. She moved her hips up and down while Vegeta pushed his up to meet her. Upon release, both cried out softly, falling to lean against each other, panting like dogs on a hot summer day. Both of them were a mess, as was Bulma's chair.

Bulma murmured a soft "I love you." into Vegeta's ear, and was rewarded with a nip on the neck and a soft, pleasured growl, meaning "Me too."

Well, that's the end for now! I figure the next to find out will be Chi-chi and Goku or Bulma's parents. Remember to review! Bye for now!