Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ To Warm A Saiya-jin Heart ❯ Bulma: Commando Commander ( Chapter 8 )

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

Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ or any of the characters in this story. If I did, I'd be really rich and I could afford to be sued.

Author's Note: Okay, some people reviewed story 6 and said that Poir is a girl. I'm not exactly sure when it is but during the fight with the Saiya-jins, Poir faints. Someone says "Poor little guy" and I think its Oolong. Also, in original Dragonball, Poir is referred to as a boy (at least in the manga). And to the people who bothered me about making Yamucha the bad guy: I don't like Yamucha, but if you do, you can write a story where he's not the bad guy and I won't fault you for it. I'd appreciate it if you don't fault me for my idea of how Bulma and Vegeta got together just 'cause I don't like Yamucha. Thanks : )

Now for the story.

To Warm A Saiya-jin Heart

Chapter 8

Bulma: Commando Commander

Bulma was glad that it was almost time to go home. After Vegeta had left her office, she had been forced to sit through three important appointments, which happened to be very uncomfortable due to the fact that she had no panties on. Damn Vegeta. She blushed just thinking about what they had done in her chair, which was now on it's way to the cleaners. This made her meetings even worse because every time she remembered she wasn't wearing underwear she would curse Vegeta, and then remember why she wasn't wearing underwear, causing her to blush. The fact that she was wearing a short skirt didn't help either because she was forced to keep her legs shut tightly, or risk flashing some of Capsule Corporation's biggest investors.

Just then, Bulma's father walked in. "Hey sweetheart, can I talk to you?"

"Sure dad." Bulma said, looking up from the report she was working on. "What is it?"

"Well," he said, "you seemed to be really preoccupied during today's big meeting. I was wondering if maybe your breakup with Yamucha had anything to do with it."

"No dad." Bulma sighed. "I just had trouble sleeping last night." She wasn't exactly lying, she did have a problem getting to sleep last night, and that problem's name was Vegeta. Dr. Briefs watched his daughter think, as the corners of her mouth turned up slightly and an odd little twinkle came to her eyes. "Lets go dad!" she said suddenly, jumping up. "I'm starving and Vegeta will probably be mad if he doesn't get his dinner on time." Bulma was anxious to get home and see Vegeta. She had the perfect 'punishment' in store for him. He would pay dearly for tearing off her panties.

There was an odd sense of togetherness during dinner. For once, Vegeta wasn't complaining about the food and Bulma wasn't yelling about how ungrateful he was. They were actually being polite to each other. Mrs. Briefs smiled. She thought that the two would make a cute couple and had been entertaining the notion of having a little demi Saiya-jin grandchild since Vegeta had come back to earth. Despite her extreme ditziness, she had known that Yamucha and Bulma wouldn't last long. She liked him, and she knew he would make one very special girl a good husband some day. Unfortunately, that girl would not be Bulma. The two were just not right for each other. Whereas Bulma wanted to settle down and get married, Yamucha wanted to party and hang out with a lot of women. He just wasn't ready for the kind of commitment Bulma had in mind. Mrs. Briefs turned her thoughts to Vegeta. He was incredibly good looking, and though he was rude and gruff, she could tell he had a good heart hidden somewhere beneath all those rippling muscles. She could tell how lonely he was, and she often caught him discreetly watching Bulma with more than just a friendly interest in his eyes. She had also seen Bulma openly staring at Vegeta while he trained or meditated in the yard, and her daughter seemed to be more conscientious of Vegeta's opinion all the time. Mrs. Briefs smiled to herself and returned her attention to the meal in front of her.

After dinner, Vegeta went out to the gravity room to train and Bulma excused herself, heading to her own room to ready Vegeta's punishment.

Bulma took a quick shower and stood before her mirror, meticulously styling her hair and applying her makeup. She then headed to her closet and pulled out a dress she had dubbed as her 'secret weapon'. She slipped it on and picked out some jewelry, a thin silver chain and a pair of small silver hoop earrings. She checked her image in the full length mirror on the wall and, satisfied with her appearance, flounced out of her room and down the stairs. "Watch out chibi-ouji, Bulma's on the warpath!"

Vegeta was training hard, in the middle of his 1500th pushup when he felt the gravity drop down to zero. He stood up and growled. Who dared to interrupt his training? The door swung open and Vegeta stood staring, totally stunned.

Bulma stood in the doorway, looking absolutely radiant in a dress of pure white silk. It clung to her every curve, and exposed a generous amount of cleavage with an indecently low cut neckline. The skirt of the dress was short and breezy, flowing around her as she sauntered towards the speechless Saiya-jin, emphasizing the length of her shapely legs.

Bulma smiled devilishly. Vegeta was totally speechless and he just stood, watching her. He was shirtless, wearing only his sneakers and a pair of black shorts. He was sweaty from his training, and breathing hard. Hopefully, part of that was from his reaction to her.

Bulma stopped in front of him, leaving barely any space between the two. She ran a finger up and down Vegeta's sweaty chest, and brought it to her mouth to taste him. She then lowered her head down and licked the smooth, rippling muscles, hearing the Saiya-jin groan. She smiled and kissed her way up to his neck, where she nipped at him with her teeth. She moved up and kissed his mouth, forcing his lips open with her tongue. Vegeta moved to put his arms around her, but she ducked out of the way. "Ah ah ah." she taunted, waving her finger at him. "Tonight, I'm in control." Vegeta stared, surprised that his little woman could have such a desire to dominate him, but he complied, allowing her to do as she wanted.

She pushed him up against the wall, and began kissing his evey muscle, running her tongue along the clean lines and dipping it into every crevice. She rubbed her hips against his, feeling his hardened arousal through the thin layers of clothing between them. Vegeta's arms twitched, he found it surprisingly hard to fight the intense desire he had to push her to the floor and tear of her clothes.

Bulma moved away from him, and her arm reached around her back to unzip her dress. It fell down her body, and landed in a soft white pool at her feet, as Vegeta looked on, completely mesmerized. She stood before him, now wearing only her bra and panties. She giggled softly and moved toward Vegeta, pulling off his shorts and sneakers so he was completely naked. She allowed him to rid her of her undergarments and then pulled away when he was done, ignoring his growl of protest. "Remember, I'm in charge." She whispered into his ear, before licking it.

She walked around so his back was facing her, and she began running her hands up and down his back, trying to find his tail spot again. She pressed at the base of his spine and heard his soft gasp. She smiled and got down on her knees, raising her body up so her mouth was level with the little pleasure spot. She kissed and licked the little dip in his back, and Vegeta growling softly with pleasure. She smiled to herself, thinking how it sounded like he was purring. She continued her gentle assault on his tail spot for a little longer, before pressing hard at it with her tongue. She heard his moan of pleasure, and she reached a hand around to his front where she gently stroked his manhood. Vegeta felt his knees going weak and grabbed at the wall for support. Bulma had another idea.

She pulled him down to the floor, and made him lay on his back. She cried out as she impaled herself on him, and started moving up and down. Vegeta's hands moved to her hips, where he helped to keep her from falling over. When Bulma started to jolt with the pleasure of her orgasm, Vegeta's hands kept her moving until he could reach his release as well.

"What was that for?" Vegeta asked, panting, as he wrapped his arms around the little woman on top of him. He pulled her down so she was lying flat on top of him.

"You ripped off my underwear at work today, and I had to go commando for the rest of the day." She murmured into his chest.

Vegeta laughed, "If that's what I get for ripping off your panties, next time I'm gonna rip your whole outfit to shreds!" Bulma glared at him, but couldn't seem to get angry. She whimpered in protest as he moved underneath her, getting off the floor.

"Where do you think you're going?" She asked.

"Well, unless you wanted to spend the night here on the hard floor…" Vegeta trailed off as she shook her head. He bent down to pick up his mate and carried her back to the house. Both were still completely naked, but too tired to care as they snuck in through Bulma's window.

Well, how'd you like it? Remember to review! I wasn't going to make this chapter into a lemon, but I kinda got carried away. Anyways, In the next chapter Goku and Chi-chi will find out about the couple. Thanks for reading!