Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Transformation ❯ Chapter 3
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By: Mismerca 
Disclaimer: I don't own or profit from Dragon Balls Z.
A/N: Lemon
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama / Adventure | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.05.2011 | Updated On: 09.05.2011 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.0K | Visits: 342 | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: I don't own or profit from Dragon Balls Z.
A/N: Lemon
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama / Adventure | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.05.2011 | Updated On: 09.05.2011 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.0K | Visits: 342 | Status: Work In Progress
Chapter 3:
Being the owner of a wealthy corporation had its benefits she mused as she stepped out of her sweaty work attire in the luxurious private locker room. Naked, she crossed the extravagently decorated room to the glass walled, slate tiled shower, complete with dual shower heads. Turning on the shower, she stepped in once it was comfortably hot. She savored the feel of the hot water on her skin, rinsing away the sweat from her workout. She couldn't help but feel irked that she had accomplished next to nothing during her time at work, all because she couldn't control her runaway thoughts. Normally it wouldn't bother her, but ever since she had come out of a coma and returned to work she had felt that she had been falling behind in her personal projects. Now she needed to work overtime to get back on track. Groaning, she turned around and hung her head allowing the water to beat on her back. Unable to relax, she decided since she was going to be staying late, why not enjoy herself now? Her mouth twitched into a devilish smirk that Vegeta would be proud of. Closing her eyes, she allowed her thoughts to wander as she slid her hand down her toned abdomen to her neatly groomed blue curls between her legs. In spite of everything, she always managed to be impeccably groomed, even if there was no one to appreciate it. Turning around so her back was against the shower wall she widened her stance. Using her pointer and ring finger, she gently spread her labia exposing the flesh nestled there. Lightly, she began to stroke it with her middle finger. Her lips parted as a soft gasp of pleasure escaped. Her other hand came up and began massaging her breast, starting with the outer edges and slowly circling inwards towards the rosy aereola and puckered nipple. She bit her lip as she reached her nipple, pinching it delicately and giving a little twist. She continued this treatment of her breast then moved to the next, keeping the ball of pleasure inside her belly building. Her middle finger continued its assault on the hardened nub, rubbing it in a circular motion, slowly at first, then faster. Unbidden images came to her mind as she dropped her other hand down to her pussy to join the fun. She envisioned Vegeta in his black spandex shorts leaning against the wall of the gravity room with his arms crossed. Her mind's eye followed the contours of his biceps to his forearms, down to his very manly hands. She didn't understand what it was, but strong hands just turned her on. The ability for them to defend or pleasure, all dependent on the owner's whims just made her weak in the knees. Her tongue darted out and licked her lips. His were just right, not thin and delicate, nor pudgy or short, his fingers and hands were just the right length and width. The kind that can grab you behind the neck and force you to submit with glee. His broad shoulders were the type that made her mouth water. She stifled a moan as she began to stroke her inside walls, what she would do to feel his hands down there inside her now. Not to mention something else. She smirked, as her imagination continued to eye fuck Vegeta. From his broad shoulders her eyes traveled up to his face and promptly forgot their agenda as they settled on his mouth. Somewhere in her subconcious she wondered why she was using Vegeta to fufill her fantasy, but that small voice was quickly lost amongst the highly aroused thoughts that surged forward. Pulling her fingers from her soaking wet channel, she brought them up to her lips and sucked them clean. She was so engrossed in her fantasy that she nearly believed that Vegeta himself was licking her essence off her fingers. Her body shuddered at the pleasure that thought invoked. Once clean, she reached towards the detachable showerhead. Turning the dial it sputtered to life quickly pulsing water out in concentrated jets. Gripping it she directed the pressurized streams of water towards her chest. Biting her lower lip, she relished the steady thrum of water massaging her skin. Gradually, she angled the handheld showhead downwards until it was pounding rythmically around her exposed clitoris. The water felt so sinfully good that she found herself panting as jolts of pleasure spread out from her vagina making her legs quiver. The throbbing between her legs began to increase in an all too familiar feeling preceding orgasm. Holding the head firmly she oscillated the water back and forth over her swollen clit until she could no longer contain the moans that escaped from her lips. Suddenly, a thought of Vegeta came to the front of her mind. He gently grasped her chin with his masculine hand and drew her in, his hooded eyes on her lips as his own succulent ones approached. Slowly, his eyes lifted and locked with hers shaking her to her core as she saw a burning desire in their depths. As their imaginary lips locked, the blood pounded in her ears and the coil that was wound so tightly within her burst sending shockwaves of pure sensual bliss all throughout her body. Gasping from the intensity of her self-induced orgasm, she slid to the floor of the shower no longer able to stand. Letting the hot water revive her, she eventually returned to her feet and finished washing. Resting her head on the shower wall, she came to terms with the fact that she found Vegeta to be undeniably sexy. Closing her eyes, she regretted not being able to experience the real thing. Stepping from the shower she toweled off and checked the time. One glance at the clock informed her that she was quickly running out of daylight as she hurriedly got dressed and left the locker room.
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Being the owner of a wealthy corporation had its benefits she mused as she stepped out of her sweaty work attire in the luxurious private locker room. Naked, she crossed the extravagently decorated room to the glass walled, slate tiled shower, complete with dual shower heads. Turning on the shower, she stepped in once it was comfortably hot. She savored the feel of the hot water on her skin, rinsing away the sweat from her workout. She couldn't help but feel irked that she had accomplished next to nothing during her time at work, all because she couldn't control her runaway thoughts. Normally it wouldn't bother her, but ever since she had come out of a coma and returned to work she had felt that she had been falling behind in her personal projects. Now she needed to work overtime to get back on track. Groaning, she turned around and hung her head allowing the water to beat on her back. Unable to relax, she decided since she was going to be staying late, why not enjoy herself now? Her mouth twitched into a devilish smirk that Vegeta would be proud of. Closing her eyes, she allowed her thoughts to wander as she slid her hand down her toned abdomen to her neatly groomed blue curls between her legs. In spite of everything, she always managed to be impeccably groomed, even if there was no one to appreciate it. Turning around so her back was against the shower wall she widened her stance. Using her pointer and ring finger, she gently spread her labia exposing the flesh nestled there. Lightly, she began to stroke it with her middle finger. Her lips parted as a soft gasp of pleasure escaped. Her other hand came up and began massaging her breast, starting with the outer edges and slowly circling inwards towards the rosy aereola and puckered nipple. She bit her lip as she reached her nipple, pinching it delicately and giving a little twist. She continued this treatment of her breast then moved to the next, keeping the ball of pleasure inside her belly building. Her middle finger continued its assault on the hardened nub, rubbing it in a circular motion, slowly at first, then faster. Unbidden images came to her mind as she dropped her other hand down to her pussy to join the fun. She envisioned Vegeta in his black spandex shorts leaning against the wall of the gravity room with his arms crossed. Her mind's eye followed the contours of his biceps to his forearms, down to his very manly hands. She didn't understand what it was, but strong hands just turned her on. The ability for them to defend or pleasure, all dependent on the owner's whims just made her weak in the knees. Her tongue darted out and licked her lips. His were just right, not thin and delicate, nor pudgy or short, his fingers and hands were just the right length and width. The kind that can grab you behind the neck and force you to submit with glee. His broad shoulders were the type that made her mouth water. She stifled a moan as she began to stroke her inside walls, what she would do to feel his hands down there inside her now. Not to mention something else. She smirked, as her imagination continued to eye fuck Vegeta. From his broad shoulders her eyes traveled up to his face and promptly forgot their agenda as they settled on his mouth. Somewhere in her subconcious she wondered why she was using Vegeta to fufill her fantasy, but that small voice was quickly lost amongst the highly aroused thoughts that surged forward. Pulling her fingers from her soaking wet channel, she brought them up to her lips and sucked them clean. She was so engrossed in her fantasy that she nearly believed that Vegeta himself was licking her essence off her fingers. Her body shuddered at the pleasure that thought invoked. Once clean, she reached towards the detachable showerhead. Turning the dial it sputtered to life quickly pulsing water out in concentrated jets. Gripping it she directed the pressurized streams of water towards her chest. Biting her lower lip, she relished the steady thrum of water massaging her skin. Gradually, she angled the handheld showhead downwards until it was pounding rythmically around her exposed clitoris. The water felt so sinfully good that she found herself panting as jolts of pleasure spread out from her vagina making her legs quiver. The throbbing between her legs began to increase in an all too familiar feeling preceding orgasm. Holding the head firmly she oscillated the water back and forth over her swollen clit until she could no longer contain the moans that escaped from her lips. Suddenly, a thought of Vegeta came to the front of her mind. He gently grasped her chin with his masculine hand and drew her in, his hooded eyes on her lips as his own succulent ones approached. Slowly, his eyes lifted and locked with hers shaking her to her core as she saw a burning desire in their depths. As their imaginary lips locked, the blood pounded in her ears and the coil that was wound so tightly within her burst sending shockwaves of pure sensual bliss all throughout her body. Gasping from the intensity of her self-induced orgasm, she slid to the floor of the shower no longer able to stand. Letting the hot water revive her, she eventually returned to her feet and finished washing. Resting her head on the shower wall, she came to terms with the fact that she found Vegeta to be undeniably sexy. Closing her eyes, she regretted not being able to experience the real thing. Stepping from the shower she toweled off and checked the time. One glance at the clock informed her that she was quickly running out of daylight as she hurriedly got dressed and left the locker room.
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