Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Undisclosed Desires ❯ Part III ( Chapter 3 )
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By: Froglady15 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 03.24.2014 | Pages: 4 | Words: 5.6K | Visits: 1.1K | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 03.24.2014 | Pages: 4 | Words: 5.6K | Visits: 1.1K | Status: Completed
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Undisclosed Desires
Part III
WARNING: LEMON CONTENT!
“You know, Vegeta, you’re always going on and mentioning all of your many flaws and less than desirable traits. I think I have been around you long enough to have figured most of them out by now, but other than your strength and birthright, you never mention any of your positive qualities.”
“That is because I have none,” he deadpanned, wondering where she was going with this. “At least none that would be of any benefit to you. I can assure you that I have many other less than desirable qualities that you cannot even begin to fathom. It is best that you quit with this silly infatuation you have obviously developed and find an appropriate Earthling male to shower your attentions on.”
“More bad qualities, really?” she asked with a playful mirth. “Are the rest very bad?”
He nodded. “They are the worst. Nothing that a simple human such as yourself could begin to comprehend.”
“Try me,” she said.
He leaned in and attacked her mouth.
Bulma wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back immediately. While she hadn’t been expecting that, she was not going to turn him away. Her mind was racing and though a part of her was telling her this was a bad idea; a very bad idea, the other part of her wanted to see this through and wanted nothing more than for him to finally acknowledge that he felt something for her.
She broke her lips away from his, feeling light headed and anxious. He looked at her curiously, unsure of how to proceed. He wanted nothing more than to just skip this clumsy, awkward bit and get on with the main event. However, he knew the protocol from watching many of the Woman’s movies and television programs that they had to drag this out for longer than necessary before she would let him take things any further with her. He decided to let her take the lead since he wasn’t sure what he should do next.
Bulma bit her lower lip and smiled at him, sensing that he had no idea what he should do next; she wasn’t sure either, but decided to take the initiative. She slipped out of her lab coat, letting it fall to the floor. She mentally kicked herself for not being more mindful of which undergarments she had chosen that morning. Truthfully, she hadn’t slept much the previous night, had slept in and had quite literally rolled out of bed and stumbled to the lab without spending any time on her hair or makeup. How ironic that today of all days when she looked like a somewhat of a slob and hadn’t fixed herself up at all was the day he decided to finally come on to her.
She took his hand and walked towards his bed; “Sit,” she said to him, happy that he complied. She straddled his waist, sitting in his lap. She kissed him again, slowly, her hands resting on his chest, slowly moving up along his neck to the sides of his face and finally into his thick hair. He finally placed his hands on her hips as he kissed her back with a scorching intensity that made her feel warm all over; the room was suddenly stifling and she wanted nothing more than to get out of her clothes otherwise she feared she might melt right into him.
She once again broke their intense kiss, only this time, she took off her t-shirt and tossed it behind her, revealing her upper torso to him, adorned with a plain navy blue push-up bra with lace on the straps. He cocked his head to the side, taking in her appearance a brief moment before sliding one of his hands underneath a strap, making it fall. Bulma snickered at him and reached behind, unhooking her bra and tossing it behind her.
Before he had a chance to react, she moved her hands underneath his black tank top and tried to pull it up over his head. “I’m feeling a little over dressed, you know,” she said in mock frustration when he did not lift a finger to help her out with removing the offending garment.
He snorted at her before removing it for her.
“I show you mine, you show me yours,” she said teasingly as she crushed her upper body into his, kissing him again in an effort to alleviate her rising nervousness; she hoped she would not bore or disappoint him.
“You talk too much,” he complained against her mouth, kissing her back for a moment before pushing her away from him; he wanted to look at her. He had been wondering for weeks and months what she looked like nude and here he had her right in his lap and she was still cleverly finding a way of hiding herself from his sight.
He licked his lips subconsciously as he took in her bare chest and her full, pert breasts. They were as amazing as he had always thought they would be. He was appreciative of the fact that the revealing garments she always wore to flatter her breasts hadn’t accentuated them so much that now that she had nothing to wear to flatter them they were disappointing. No, they were absolutely perfect; not too big and not too small. They were proportionate to the rest of her body.
She held back a giggle at him as he gawked at her in such a way that she wondered if he had ever seen a pair of breasts at all before? Either that or never had he seen such amazing breasts as hers before now; that was what she decided as she took his hand and placed it on one of them. “I know they’re amazing, but they’re not going to break if you touch them,” she said jokingly, though she wanted to keep things moving. “They’re real too.”
He blinked several times and frowned at her at that last comment. “What do you mean, real?”
“Never mind,” she sighed and leaned forward to kiss him again as she ran her hands down the front of his chest.
She moaned in contentment as he began to knead her breast with his hand while he kissed her back, still wondering what she had meant by that comment; she felt real to him.
Bulma wanted things to begin moving a little quicker; she was never one for letting foreplay last too long and was surprised that Vegeta didn’t seem to mind it. She had always pictured him as being the type of guy to not bother and only interested in skipping ahead to the main event.
She widened her legs a bit, scooting herself closer to him and began to grind her hips into his slowly and found herself surprised by the mass of erection she could feel through their clothing.
He exhaled heavily as she continued to grind herself into his lap unrelentingly and knew he had to do something or he would be finished before they had even started.
She bit her lip as curiosity began to get the better of her and abruptly got up from his lap at the same time while he was trying to devise an appropriate reason for her to remove herself without him offending her.
Bulma quickly removed her pants and was now in nothing but a pair of mismatched light blue lacy boy-shorts.
“It matches your hair,” he commented absentmindedly leaning back on his elbows on his bed, admiring the view of her near naked body. She certainly was a sight to behold.
“Well, normally I match my underwear,” she said in a slightly clipped tone. “Especially since I have been hoping you would eventually get off your ass and do something and today is the first day in months that I didn’t and here we are, go figure.”
He smirked at her. “I have been waiting for you to get off your lazy ass and do something,” he countered playfully.
“Whatever,” she snorted, rolling her eyes at him and approaching him again; getting down on her knees once she was close to him, settling herself between his legs as he still sat there watching her in anticipation.
She looked at him a moment, deciding once again that he must be waiting for her to do something so she placed her hands on his thighs and rubbed them up and down, slowly several times, not breaking eye contact with him before moving her hands up and slipping her fingers into the band of his pants. She raised an eyebrow at him when he did not react and then he shifted his bottom and helped her pull his tight training pants off.
Her reaction to his very erect member was sidetracked as he winced and cursed under his breath.
“What?” she asked.
“One of those malfunctioning, subpar training bots you made wounded me and dried onto those pants after I changed into them,” he complained.
She looked at his upper right thigh and noticed a somewhat deep scratch there that he must have been referring to. It was not bleeding, but it looked fresh. She made a sympathetic noise and bent down to kiss it carefully before licking it, all the while making eye contact with him.
The look on his face was absolutely priceless; he obviously had not been expecting her to do that. “There, now it will heal faster,” she said soothingly.
“I doubt that,” he grunted.
“It will, I promise,” she said before kissing it again as she placed her right hand on his neglected manhood and began to stroke him slowly, loving how he inhaled sharply as her hand made contact with him. Despite her curiosity to look at him, she slowly began to kiss and lick her way up from his thigh towards his member as her hand continued to slowly stroke him.
Just before her mouth reached him, he grabbed onto her shoulder, bringing her back up to his mouth and he kissed her deeply.
Surprised by his action, she kissed him back nonetheless while her hand continued to work on him. He moaned into her mouth and she smiled against his.
He finally grabbed her wrist away from his cock and tossed her over so that she fell on the bed on to her back; he got up and pinned her before she had a chance to react. He decided that she was dangerous; too dangerous to continue this way, he needed to regain control of this situation again. Here she had him riled up to the point where he knew he would burst at any moment if she did not let up and she remained unaffected for the most part, or so he assumed. It should be her writhing and begging for release beneath him. Not him succumbing so easily to her.
She looked up at him with a devilish smirk and giggled at him as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down towards her.
He supported his weight with one arm and cupped the side of her face with his other hand as he kissed his way up her jaw line and down her neck, nipping her every so often; as he trailed his hand after his mouth, letting his hand linger on her neck, taking note of her heavy pulse before moving it down her side, brushing his thumb across her nipple and moving his hand lower down still and slipping it into her panties without stopping to hesitate.
She arched her back and hips into his hand almost impatiently, wishing he would touch her already.
He let his hand cup her between her legs, noting how damp she was down there and instead of proceeding further and exploring her nether regions with his fingers like she had been anticipating, he removed his hand and ripped away her flimsy lace boy-shorts as though they were tissue paper.
“Hey,” she objected but then forgot the rest of her complaint as he inserted a finger into her warm, wet, heat. She gasped as he began to slowly move his finger in and out of her experimentally a few times but then let out a moan of frustration when he withdrew it.
She sat up on her elbows and looked up at him to see him inspecting his wet finger with a frown on his face and tried not to giggle at him as he sniffed it; deciding that his frown was more of a curious frown rather than his usual angry frown.
He closed his eyes, taking in the scent of her; never had he smelled anything so enticing. He was brought out of his musings when she gripped him boldly and began stroking him again.
Bulma continued to stroke him, loving the way he shuddered with his need above her. She was ready to continue, so she hooked her leg around him attempting to pull his lower torso closer to her.
As much as he was pleased that she wanted him so urgently and it was a massive boost to his ego, he wanted things to slow down just a bit. He wanted to look at her to savor the scents and the sight and the feel of her; he wanted to know what drove her over the edge, to know to see what other types of interesting sounds he could ilicit out of her as he drove her wild from pleasure. He wanted to know every inch of her body so that he could use it against her in the future.
With that in mind, he smirked down at her as she moaned in frustration as he rubbed the tip of his cock around her entrance, holding back a groan himself at the sensation and trying to hold back his sense of urgency, trying to keep in mind to not hurt her, however he was liking the way she was writhing beneath him now and panting in her need. Now she was at his mercy, not the other way around he gloated to himself before leaning back over her and kissing her deeply again.
As he continued to torture her, it was right then her mind seemed to comprehend with astute and almost roaring clarity that she was about to have sex with Vegeta. Vegeta of all people. Her conscience nagged at the back of her mind, cautioning that this may not be the best idea, what would happen once all was said and done? The other half of her mind dismissed it, uncaring of the consequences of her actions and only caring about the here and the now. She had wanted him for the last several months and here she was with the man himself ravaging her like she had never been before; she was not about to turn him away with the fears of what if? She knew this was not wise and would most likely end in disaster, but decided she would worry about it later.
“If we do this, woman,” he growled, looking intently at her, “it means nothing. I am not tied to you and you are not tied to me.”
“Uh huh,” she sighed, not caring less about what he was trying to indicate to her. “Yea, I know. Please, Vegeta, just fuck me already!” she said irritably, not realizing what she had said until she said it; her mind past all coherent thought and etiquette by this point.
He hissed at her response but decided not to deny either of them any longer.
She gasped and cried out loudly as he entered her, filling her up completely in one thrust. He looked down at her then, concerned that maybe he had hurt her; perhaps he should have done this slowly, he wondered?
His concern faded almost immediately as she began to move herself against him as if urging him to continue, which he did. He moved out of her slowly and then drove back into her quickly; she was tight and warm and wet; her panting and moaning noises spurring him on that he was doing something right. She did not sound like she was in pain; well, she did, but the look on her face and the way she was clinging on to him indicated to him that she was not. Her legs were wrapped firmly around his waist and her arms around his neck, one hand was buried in his hair, kneading it firmly in sync with his thrusts into her. Her other hand clutching onto his shoulder almost for dear life.
He rested his forehead on her shoulder and closed his eyes, concentrating completely on her and the task at hand. He knew he needed to slow his pace down or he would reach climax too soon. That he did not want, though he had no idea how long he would last. The way she smelled and the way her body felt and moved against his, in a perfect rhythm was almost enough that if he had not been concentrating as hard as he was, he would reach his completion too soon.
Almost as though she knew his thoughts and worries, she stroked her fingers through the hair on the back of his head and brought one of her hands down, caressing his cheek. “Hey, relax,” she sighed as he continued to move into her, but at a slower pace; she could tell he was somewhat distracted. “You’re too tense, this is supposed to be fun. Let yourself go, lose yourself.”
He only grunted in response as he continued his pace, not taking her council to mind; only trying to hold off his release for as long as he could. Bulma closed her eyes and revelled in the feeling of being wrapped around him as pleasure began to wash through her; she only wished he would loosen up a little and enjoy this instead of taking it so seriously.
Vegeta removed her hand from his cheek, lacing his fingers with hers, his breath brushing the side of her neck as he came right then, squeezing her hand and thrusting deeply inside of her one last time before withdrawing from her carefully, almost immediately.
He did not say anything to her, but laid on his back next to her. As he laid there in deep contemplation over what they had just done, she rolled herself over towards him, placing a hand on his chest and slowly began running her nails lightly across and down the contours of his toned body. She silently marvelled at the beauty of him. Sure she’d noticed many times before the perfection of his well-disciplined body; how could she not when more often than not the man only opted to wear spandex training shorts that left very little to her very wild imagination? She had noticed, but had always wanted to touch him. Now here she was, laying with him and touching him. He was even more perfect than she had thought.
She let her hands wander further down until she reached his still very erect member. She closed her hand around it and stroked him gently, smiling to herself as he sighed. She stroked him a few more times, before letting go of him, earning her a growl of disapproval; however she ignored him and allowed her fingers to dance around the top of his thigh, as far down as she could reach.
Bulma propped herself up on her other arm, leaning over him somewhat and kissed him; chastely at first, then allowed him to deepen it. Once she was sure he was into it, she began stroking him again slowly, then began to move her hand quickly over and around him; randomly alternating how fast or slow she would go and sometimes stopping all together a few times, before quickly bringing a leg around him so that she was straddling his prone form.
He quit kissing her and looked up at her in what looked to her like distrust. “I told you,” she said, leaning forward, letting her breasts rest on his chest and brushing her lips against his again. “This is supposed to be fun. Throw out the control and the rules; what is the fun in that?”
She smiled down at him as his eyes flickered in amusement. She reached behind her, taking him in her hand and guided the tip of him to her entrance before sitting up and slowly taking him in as deep as she could.
He hissed at the sensation but allowed her to take the lead, for now. Without thinking, he placed his hands on her hips to steady her. As she sat on him, still unmoving, she took one of his hands and brought it up to her lips, kissing his knuckles slowly and carefully before licking one of his fingers and enveloping it into her mouth, sucking and licking it suggestively for a moment before slowly beginning to move her hips in tune with how she was licking his fingers.
She eventually began to move faster over him, loving the look on his face before removing his fingers from her mouth and placing his hand on her breast. “Touch me,” she whispered to him, pleased that he obliged, groping her breast with one hand and playing with her nipple; rolling it between his thumb and index finger and noting how sensitive she was to that simple action as she hummed quietly as he did that while letting his other hand travel up her back and caress back down her side, taking in the softness of her flawless, creamy skin and revelling in the beauty of her delicate body. Never until this moment had he fully appreciated how delicate and beautiful she actually was.
Her words from earlier rang back to him. She was a delicate specimen.
He slid his other hand back down from her breast, resting it on her hip as she quickened her pace and leaned forward to kiss him deeply. He moaned against her mouth as he felt his climax fast approaching, but then she stopped her movements. He growled at her in frustration as he felt her smile against his mouth.
Vegeta made sure he had a firm grip on her hips as he rolled them over, flipping her so that she was on her back now and he began thrusting into her deep and hard. He had been so close to a second release that evening!
“Yes!” she cried out at he drove into her quickly, their now damp bodies colliding against one another in a perfect hard and fast rhythm as they both strove mindlessly towards completion together.
She shouted something inaudible as her release flooded throughout every inch of her, convulsing almost violently against him. His hips rocked into hers several more times before he came, thrusting so deeply into her she swore she felt the bed move and crack the wall behind it.
This time, instead of leaving her immediately, he rest his head on her shoulder and continued to move slowly into her, riding out both of their releases. They both trembled against each other as they recovered; breathing heavily, holding onto one another in a damp mess of limbs and sweat.
He raised himself up by his elbows and looked down at her, taking in her post coital glow; her eyes still hooded from lust, her face still flushed, her lips swollen and her neck and collarbone shiny from perspiration. She looked beautiful. He leaned down and took in her scent, marvelling again at how enticingly good she smelled before licking her from her neck to just under her ear; tasting her.
She shivered at the unexpected action and giggled at him, taking his face into her hands and kissed him deeply for a long moment before he finally withdrew from her.
He rolled back onto his back and this time snaked an arm around her waist, bringing her close to him. she happily complied, resting her cheek on his still damp shoulder and closed her eyes in contentment that she had not ever remembered feeling in a very long time.
“You are amazing,” she murmured sleepily to him.
“You were not disappointing,” he replied, smirking arrogantly at her.
“Oh yeah?” she asked; his comment almost jolting her awake again. “In comparison to whom?”
“No one,” he shrugged, laying his forearm across his face, ready for a nap.
“Oh, come on,” she pressed. “You can’t be serious. Out of all the women you’ve been with, you can’t compare me to any? I mean, I know I’m great and all, and I’m flattered, but I still find that hard to believe.” She sat there, boasting. “Wait, is that a good thing or a bad thing? A girl could take that two ways, you know.”
He sighed in annoyance. “Do you ever shut up?”
“No,” she said jokingly. “I just want to know, where do I rate? I’ll tell you where you rate.” She baited.
“I already know.” He replied arrogantly.
She frowned and crossed her arms childishly. “You’re such a jerk.”
He smirked at her huffiness. “Sleep,” he commanded.
She snuggled into his side, closing her eyes in contentment and they were both silent for several, long minutes before she shifted to look up at him again. “Wait a minute, buster; do you mean I was that good that you can’t compare me to anyone, or that bad?” she asked, though feeing almost certain she may not want the answer.
He shrugged at her in non-answer, giving her an almost smug smile, looking as though he knew something she didn’t. She could tell, however, that he was having fun with her at her expense.
As the seconds dragged out, a thought occurred to her; a highly unlikely thought, but she decided to razz him a little since he was bugging her. It was not often he showed her a playful side. “Unless the reason you can’t compare me to anyone is because you’ve never been with anyone else,”
He narrowed his eyes and snorted at her. “I said you were decent. Do not over analyze things.” He said nonchalantly.
“Oh, my god; I can’t believe it,” she sighed and started to giggle.
“What is so funny?” he demanded with a frown.
“I deflowered you?” she asked, still giggling.
He glared at her.
“Oh, relax! It’s nothing to be ashamed of! And it’s not like I’m going to put up a big banner outside my house that says “Bulma Briefs deflowered the big, bad, scary Prince of all Saiyans”!” she said between giggles. “Though I should! Who’d have thought?”
“And what is that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing, just surprised,” she shrugged. “I mean look at you, you’re gorgeous! I’ll bet you had women throwing themselves all over you in all corners of the galaxy,”
He smirked arrogantly at her at the compliment but said nothing.
“Don’t let it go to your head, buddy; I am only stating the obvious. I know a good looking guy when I see one.” She said, rolling her eyes.
“So then what is your excuse for all the years you wasted on the Weakling?” he asked somewhat playfully, knowing that would get a rise out of her.
“Hey, Yamcha’s a good looking guy,” she defended, scowling at him.
“Hmmn, by lowly Earth standards maybe,” he huffed.
“Enough about him,” she whined. “Cardinal rule number one is to never discuss exes when in bed with another.”
“You asked, in not so many words, about my past conquests.” He objected.
“That’s different,” she sighed. “I hardly know anything about you and since I had a really good time, I assumed you were experienced.”
“I am not sure if that is a compliment or not.”
“It is,” she said thoughtfully. They laid there in companionable silence for several moments before she spoke again. “Were you not allowed to partake in…. any extracurricular activities then or were you just not interested?”
“What does it matter?” he asked.
“It doesn’t.” she agreed, shifting over on her side and resting her head on his shoulder, letting the matter drop. She was more than surprised that he was still here with her and allowing her to linger; she would have thought he would have wanted her to leave immediately following their hook up. She loved the feeling of lying leisurely in his arms. The thought thrilled her and frightened her; frightened her because she was afraid of it never happening and her never feeling this way again. He had been very straight forward with her that this did not mean anything, it was just frivolous. However, now that it had happened, that wouldn’t make it any easier for her to just forget it had indeed happened and that it had been the best sex she’d ever had; not that Yamcha hadn’t been a good lover. She had been satisfied with him and had never found a cause for complaint; she just had never gotten this same thrill from being with him that she’d just experienced with Vegeta.
She couldn’t put it into words.
“Well you could have told me that! Here I was all worried that I had to be awesome in comparison to who knows how many space whores you may have been with.” She said finally, not wanting to dwell on the possibility of never being in this position with him again. She was enjoying herself with him; and it wasn’t just the sex. The sex had been amazing! But right now, things seemed perfect… Was it too much for her to hope that maybe he felt the same way she did right now?
“So you felt the need to compete with something that did not exist?” he asked in confusion. “My, you are dense.”
She snorted. “Well, sorry! It’s not like you ever reveal much about yourself! For all I know I’m just one of many and you have a whole string of ex-girlfriends all over the universe. On second thought, that makes perfect sense. You’re not exactly Mr. Easy to talk to.”
“Even if I had had the time to cultivate such pointless relationships, why would I waste valuable time fucking when I could be either training to defeat Frieza or take on a mission so I did not have to deal with his constantly breathing down my neck?” he replied in a somewhat clipped tone. “The only access I had to women was the harem on Frieza’s ship and I refused to degrade myself by laying with women who had been repeatedly used by the debased creatures of his ship.”
Bulma shuddered at the thought. “I could understand that,”
“You and your race place such a high value on sexual appetite and needs,” he continued. “Instead of pursuing more important things.”
She shrugged. “I guess. Sex isn’t the only thing I think of though.”
“Isn’t it?” he replied. “The programs you watch, the music you listen to, and even the magazines you leave lying around.”
“Ohh, is that where you learned everything?” she asked teasingly. “Cause I was really impressed with you!”
“I am not an idiot,” he growled.
“Alright, geeze,” she said, hugging herself closer to him. “I was only teasing you, you really need to lighten up, you know that?”
“Hmmn,”
They laid there in companionable silence before they both succumbed to their tiredness and let sleep claim them.
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Undisclosed Desires
Part III
WARNING: LEMON CONTENT!
“You know, Vegeta, you’re always going on and mentioning all of your many flaws and less than desirable traits. I think I have been around you long enough to have figured most of them out by now, but other than your strength and birthright, you never mention any of your positive qualities.”
“That is because I have none,” he deadpanned, wondering where she was going with this. “At least none that would be of any benefit to you. I can assure you that I have many other less than desirable qualities that you cannot even begin to fathom. It is best that you quit with this silly infatuation you have obviously developed and find an appropriate Earthling male to shower your attentions on.”
“More bad qualities, really?” she asked with a playful mirth. “Are the rest very bad?”
He nodded. “They are the worst. Nothing that a simple human such as yourself could begin to comprehend.”
“Try me,” she said.
He leaned in and attacked her mouth.
Bulma wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back immediately. While she hadn’t been expecting that, she was not going to turn him away. Her mind was racing and though a part of her was telling her this was a bad idea; a very bad idea, the other part of her wanted to see this through and wanted nothing more than for him to finally acknowledge that he felt something for her.
She broke her lips away from his, feeling light headed and anxious. He looked at her curiously, unsure of how to proceed. He wanted nothing more than to just skip this clumsy, awkward bit and get on with the main event. However, he knew the protocol from watching many of the Woman’s movies and television programs that they had to drag this out for longer than necessary before she would let him take things any further with her. He decided to let her take the lead since he wasn’t sure what he should do next.
Bulma bit her lower lip and smiled at him, sensing that he had no idea what he should do next; she wasn’t sure either, but decided to take the initiative. She slipped out of her lab coat, letting it fall to the floor. She mentally kicked herself for not being more mindful of which undergarments she had chosen that morning. Truthfully, she hadn’t slept much the previous night, had slept in and had quite literally rolled out of bed and stumbled to the lab without spending any time on her hair or makeup. How ironic that today of all days when she looked like a somewhat of a slob and hadn’t fixed herself up at all was the day he decided to finally come on to her.
She took his hand and walked towards his bed; “Sit,” she said to him, happy that he complied. She straddled his waist, sitting in his lap. She kissed him again, slowly, her hands resting on his chest, slowly moving up along his neck to the sides of his face and finally into his thick hair. He finally placed his hands on her hips as he kissed her back with a scorching intensity that made her feel warm all over; the room was suddenly stifling and she wanted nothing more than to get out of her clothes otherwise she feared she might melt right into him.
She once again broke their intense kiss, only this time, she took off her t-shirt and tossed it behind her, revealing her upper torso to him, adorned with a plain navy blue push-up bra with lace on the straps. He cocked his head to the side, taking in her appearance a brief moment before sliding one of his hands underneath a strap, making it fall. Bulma snickered at him and reached behind, unhooking her bra and tossing it behind her.
Before he had a chance to react, she moved her hands underneath his black tank top and tried to pull it up over his head. “I’m feeling a little over dressed, you know,” she said in mock frustration when he did not lift a finger to help her out with removing the offending garment.
He snorted at her before removing it for her.
“I show you mine, you show me yours,” she said teasingly as she crushed her upper body into his, kissing him again in an effort to alleviate her rising nervousness; she hoped she would not bore or disappoint him.
“You talk too much,” he complained against her mouth, kissing her back for a moment before pushing her away from him; he wanted to look at her. He had been wondering for weeks and months what she looked like nude and here he had her right in his lap and she was still cleverly finding a way of hiding herself from his sight.
He licked his lips subconsciously as he took in her bare chest and her full, pert breasts. They were as amazing as he had always thought they would be. He was appreciative of the fact that the revealing garments she always wore to flatter her breasts hadn’t accentuated them so much that now that she had nothing to wear to flatter them they were disappointing. No, they were absolutely perfect; not too big and not too small. They were proportionate to the rest of her body.
She held back a giggle at him as he gawked at her in such a way that she wondered if he had ever seen a pair of breasts at all before? Either that or never had he seen such amazing breasts as hers before now; that was what she decided as she took his hand and placed it on one of them. “I know they’re amazing, but they’re not going to break if you touch them,” she said jokingly, though she wanted to keep things moving. “They’re real too.”
He blinked several times and frowned at her at that last comment. “What do you mean, real?”
“Never mind,” she sighed and leaned forward to kiss him again as she ran her hands down the front of his chest.
She moaned in contentment as he began to knead her breast with his hand while he kissed her back, still wondering what she had meant by that comment; she felt real to him.
Bulma wanted things to begin moving a little quicker; she was never one for letting foreplay last too long and was surprised that Vegeta didn’t seem to mind it. She had always pictured him as being the type of guy to not bother and only interested in skipping ahead to the main event.
She widened her legs a bit, scooting herself closer to him and began to grind her hips into his slowly and found herself surprised by the mass of erection she could feel through their clothing.
He exhaled heavily as she continued to grind herself into his lap unrelentingly and knew he had to do something or he would be finished before they had even started.
She bit her lip as curiosity began to get the better of her and abruptly got up from his lap at the same time while he was trying to devise an appropriate reason for her to remove herself without him offending her.
Bulma quickly removed her pants and was now in nothing but a pair of mismatched light blue lacy boy-shorts.
“It matches your hair,” he commented absentmindedly leaning back on his elbows on his bed, admiring the view of her near naked body. She certainly was a sight to behold.
“Well, normally I match my underwear,” she said in a slightly clipped tone. “Especially since I have been hoping you would eventually get off your ass and do something and today is the first day in months that I didn’t and here we are, go figure.”
He smirked at her. “I have been waiting for you to get off your lazy ass and do something,” he countered playfully.
“Whatever,” she snorted, rolling her eyes at him and approaching him again; getting down on her knees once she was close to him, settling herself between his legs as he still sat there watching her in anticipation.
She looked at him a moment, deciding once again that he must be waiting for her to do something so she placed her hands on his thighs and rubbed them up and down, slowly several times, not breaking eye contact with him before moving her hands up and slipping her fingers into the band of his pants. She raised an eyebrow at him when he did not react and then he shifted his bottom and helped her pull his tight training pants off.
Her reaction to his very erect member was sidetracked as he winced and cursed under his breath.
“What?” she asked.
“One of those malfunctioning, subpar training bots you made wounded me and dried onto those pants after I changed into them,” he complained.
She looked at his upper right thigh and noticed a somewhat deep scratch there that he must have been referring to. It was not bleeding, but it looked fresh. She made a sympathetic noise and bent down to kiss it carefully before licking it, all the while making eye contact with him.
The look on his face was absolutely priceless; he obviously had not been expecting her to do that. “There, now it will heal faster,” she said soothingly.
“I doubt that,” he grunted.
“It will, I promise,” she said before kissing it again as she placed her right hand on his neglected manhood and began to stroke him slowly, loving how he inhaled sharply as her hand made contact with him. Despite her curiosity to look at him, she slowly began to kiss and lick her way up from his thigh towards his member as her hand continued to slowly stroke him.
Just before her mouth reached him, he grabbed onto her shoulder, bringing her back up to his mouth and he kissed her deeply.
Surprised by his action, she kissed him back nonetheless while her hand continued to work on him. He moaned into her mouth and she smiled against his.
He finally grabbed her wrist away from his cock and tossed her over so that she fell on the bed on to her back; he got up and pinned her before she had a chance to react. He decided that she was dangerous; too dangerous to continue this way, he needed to regain control of this situation again. Here she had him riled up to the point where he knew he would burst at any moment if she did not let up and she remained unaffected for the most part, or so he assumed. It should be her writhing and begging for release beneath him. Not him succumbing so easily to her.
She looked up at him with a devilish smirk and giggled at him as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down towards her.
He supported his weight with one arm and cupped the side of her face with his other hand as he kissed his way up her jaw line and down her neck, nipping her every so often; as he trailed his hand after his mouth, letting his hand linger on her neck, taking note of her heavy pulse before moving it down her side, brushing his thumb across her nipple and moving his hand lower down still and slipping it into her panties without stopping to hesitate.
She arched her back and hips into his hand almost impatiently, wishing he would touch her already.
He let his hand cup her between her legs, noting how damp she was down there and instead of proceeding further and exploring her nether regions with his fingers like she had been anticipating, he removed his hand and ripped away her flimsy lace boy-shorts as though they were tissue paper.
“Hey,” she objected but then forgot the rest of her complaint as he inserted a finger into her warm, wet, heat. She gasped as he began to slowly move his finger in and out of her experimentally a few times but then let out a moan of frustration when he withdrew it.
She sat up on her elbows and looked up at him to see him inspecting his wet finger with a frown on his face and tried not to giggle at him as he sniffed it; deciding that his frown was more of a curious frown rather than his usual angry frown.
He closed his eyes, taking in the scent of her; never had he smelled anything so enticing. He was brought out of his musings when she gripped him boldly and began stroking him again.
Bulma continued to stroke him, loving the way he shuddered with his need above her. She was ready to continue, so she hooked her leg around him attempting to pull his lower torso closer to her.
As much as he was pleased that she wanted him so urgently and it was a massive boost to his ego, he wanted things to slow down just a bit. He wanted to look at her to savor the scents and the sight and the feel of her; he wanted to know what drove her over the edge, to know to see what other types of interesting sounds he could ilicit out of her as he drove her wild from pleasure. He wanted to know every inch of her body so that he could use it against her in the future.
With that in mind, he smirked down at her as she moaned in frustration as he rubbed the tip of his cock around her entrance, holding back a groan himself at the sensation and trying to hold back his sense of urgency, trying to keep in mind to not hurt her, however he was liking the way she was writhing beneath him now and panting in her need. Now she was at his mercy, not the other way around he gloated to himself before leaning back over her and kissing her deeply again.
As he continued to torture her, it was right then her mind seemed to comprehend with astute and almost roaring clarity that she was about to have sex with Vegeta. Vegeta of all people. Her conscience nagged at the back of her mind, cautioning that this may not be the best idea, what would happen once all was said and done? The other half of her mind dismissed it, uncaring of the consequences of her actions and only caring about the here and the now. She had wanted him for the last several months and here she was with the man himself ravaging her like she had never been before; she was not about to turn him away with the fears of what if? She knew this was not wise and would most likely end in disaster, but decided she would worry about it later.
“If we do this, woman,” he growled, looking intently at her, “it means nothing. I am not tied to you and you are not tied to me.”
“Uh huh,” she sighed, not caring less about what he was trying to indicate to her. “Yea, I know. Please, Vegeta, just fuck me already!” she said irritably, not realizing what she had said until she said it; her mind past all coherent thought and etiquette by this point.
He hissed at her response but decided not to deny either of them any longer.
She gasped and cried out loudly as he entered her, filling her up completely in one thrust. He looked down at her then, concerned that maybe he had hurt her; perhaps he should have done this slowly, he wondered?
His concern faded almost immediately as she began to move herself against him as if urging him to continue, which he did. He moved out of her slowly and then drove back into her quickly; she was tight and warm and wet; her panting and moaning noises spurring him on that he was doing something right. She did not sound like she was in pain; well, she did, but the look on her face and the way she was clinging on to him indicated to him that she was not. Her legs were wrapped firmly around his waist and her arms around his neck, one hand was buried in his hair, kneading it firmly in sync with his thrusts into her. Her other hand clutching onto his shoulder almost for dear life.
He rested his forehead on her shoulder and closed his eyes, concentrating completely on her and the task at hand. He knew he needed to slow his pace down or he would reach climax too soon. That he did not want, though he had no idea how long he would last. The way she smelled and the way her body felt and moved against his, in a perfect rhythm was almost enough that if he had not been concentrating as hard as he was, he would reach his completion too soon.
Almost as though she knew his thoughts and worries, she stroked her fingers through the hair on the back of his head and brought one of her hands down, caressing his cheek. “Hey, relax,” she sighed as he continued to move into her, but at a slower pace; she could tell he was somewhat distracted. “You’re too tense, this is supposed to be fun. Let yourself go, lose yourself.”
He only grunted in response as he continued his pace, not taking her council to mind; only trying to hold off his release for as long as he could. Bulma closed her eyes and revelled in the feeling of being wrapped around him as pleasure began to wash through her; she only wished he would loosen up a little and enjoy this instead of taking it so seriously.
Vegeta removed her hand from his cheek, lacing his fingers with hers, his breath brushing the side of her neck as he came right then, squeezing her hand and thrusting deeply inside of her one last time before withdrawing from her carefully, almost immediately.
He did not say anything to her, but laid on his back next to her. As he laid there in deep contemplation over what they had just done, she rolled herself over towards him, placing a hand on his chest and slowly began running her nails lightly across and down the contours of his toned body. She silently marvelled at the beauty of him. Sure she’d noticed many times before the perfection of his well-disciplined body; how could she not when more often than not the man only opted to wear spandex training shorts that left very little to her very wild imagination? She had noticed, but had always wanted to touch him. Now here she was, laying with him and touching him. He was even more perfect than she had thought.
She let her hands wander further down until she reached his still very erect member. She closed her hand around it and stroked him gently, smiling to herself as he sighed. She stroked him a few more times, before letting go of him, earning her a growl of disapproval; however she ignored him and allowed her fingers to dance around the top of his thigh, as far down as she could reach.
Bulma propped herself up on her other arm, leaning over him somewhat and kissed him; chastely at first, then allowed him to deepen it. Once she was sure he was into it, she began stroking him again slowly, then began to move her hand quickly over and around him; randomly alternating how fast or slow she would go and sometimes stopping all together a few times, before quickly bringing a leg around him so that she was straddling his prone form.
He quit kissing her and looked up at her in what looked to her like distrust. “I told you,” she said, leaning forward, letting her breasts rest on his chest and brushing her lips against his again. “This is supposed to be fun. Throw out the control and the rules; what is the fun in that?”
She smiled down at him as his eyes flickered in amusement. She reached behind her, taking him in her hand and guided the tip of him to her entrance before sitting up and slowly taking him in as deep as she could.
He hissed at the sensation but allowed her to take the lead, for now. Without thinking, he placed his hands on her hips to steady her. As she sat on him, still unmoving, she took one of his hands and brought it up to her lips, kissing his knuckles slowly and carefully before licking one of his fingers and enveloping it into her mouth, sucking and licking it suggestively for a moment before slowly beginning to move her hips in tune with how she was licking his fingers.
She eventually began to move faster over him, loving the look on his face before removing his fingers from her mouth and placing his hand on her breast. “Touch me,” she whispered to him, pleased that he obliged, groping her breast with one hand and playing with her nipple; rolling it between his thumb and index finger and noting how sensitive she was to that simple action as she hummed quietly as he did that while letting his other hand travel up her back and caress back down her side, taking in the softness of her flawless, creamy skin and revelling in the beauty of her delicate body. Never until this moment had he fully appreciated how delicate and beautiful she actually was.
Her words from earlier rang back to him. She was a delicate specimen.
He slid his other hand back down from her breast, resting it on her hip as she quickened her pace and leaned forward to kiss him deeply. He moaned against her mouth as he felt his climax fast approaching, but then she stopped her movements. He growled at her in frustration as he felt her smile against his mouth.
Vegeta made sure he had a firm grip on her hips as he rolled them over, flipping her so that she was on her back now and he began thrusting into her deep and hard. He had been so close to a second release that evening!
“Yes!” she cried out at he drove into her quickly, their now damp bodies colliding against one another in a perfect hard and fast rhythm as they both strove mindlessly towards completion together.
She shouted something inaudible as her release flooded throughout every inch of her, convulsing almost violently against him. His hips rocked into hers several more times before he came, thrusting so deeply into her she swore she felt the bed move and crack the wall behind it.
This time, instead of leaving her immediately, he rest his head on her shoulder and continued to move slowly into her, riding out both of their releases. They both trembled against each other as they recovered; breathing heavily, holding onto one another in a damp mess of limbs and sweat.
He raised himself up by his elbows and looked down at her, taking in her post coital glow; her eyes still hooded from lust, her face still flushed, her lips swollen and her neck and collarbone shiny from perspiration. She looked beautiful. He leaned down and took in her scent, marvelling again at how enticingly good she smelled before licking her from her neck to just under her ear; tasting her.
She shivered at the unexpected action and giggled at him, taking his face into her hands and kissed him deeply for a long moment before he finally withdrew from her.
He rolled back onto his back and this time snaked an arm around her waist, bringing her close to him. she happily complied, resting her cheek on his still damp shoulder and closed her eyes in contentment that she had not ever remembered feeling in a very long time.
“You are amazing,” she murmured sleepily to him.
“You were not disappointing,” he replied, smirking arrogantly at her.
“Oh yeah?” she asked; his comment almost jolting her awake again. “In comparison to whom?”
“No one,” he shrugged, laying his forearm across his face, ready for a nap.
“Oh, come on,” she pressed. “You can’t be serious. Out of all the women you’ve been with, you can’t compare me to any? I mean, I know I’m great and all, and I’m flattered, but I still find that hard to believe.” She sat there, boasting. “Wait, is that a good thing or a bad thing? A girl could take that two ways, you know.”
He sighed in annoyance. “Do you ever shut up?”
“No,” she said jokingly. “I just want to know, where do I rate? I’ll tell you where you rate.” She baited.
“I already know.” He replied arrogantly.
She frowned and crossed her arms childishly. “You’re such a jerk.”
He smirked at her huffiness. “Sleep,” he commanded.
She snuggled into his side, closing her eyes in contentment and they were both silent for several, long minutes before she shifted to look up at him again. “Wait a minute, buster; do you mean I was that good that you can’t compare me to anyone, or that bad?” she asked, though feeing almost certain she may not want the answer.
He shrugged at her in non-answer, giving her an almost smug smile, looking as though he knew something she didn’t. She could tell, however, that he was having fun with her at her expense.
As the seconds dragged out, a thought occurred to her; a highly unlikely thought, but she decided to razz him a little since he was bugging her. It was not often he showed her a playful side. “Unless the reason you can’t compare me to anyone is because you’ve never been with anyone else,”
He narrowed his eyes and snorted at her. “I said you were decent. Do not over analyze things.” He said nonchalantly.
“Oh, my god; I can’t believe it,” she sighed and started to giggle.
“What is so funny?” he demanded with a frown.
“I deflowered you?” she asked, still giggling.
He glared at her.
“Oh, relax! It’s nothing to be ashamed of! And it’s not like I’m going to put up a big banner outside my house that says “Bulma Briefs deflowered the big, bad, scary Prince of all Saiyans”!” she said between giggles. “Though I should! Who’d have thought?”
“And what is that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing, just surprised,” she shrugged. “I mean look at you, you’re gorgeous! I’ll bet you had women throwing themselves all over you in all corners of the galaxy,”
He smirked arrogantly at her at the compliment but said nothing.
“Don’t let it go to your head, buddy; I am only stating the obvious. I know a good looking guy when I see one.” She said, rolling her eyes.
“So then what is your excuse for all the years you wasted on the Weakling?” he asked somewhat playfully, knowing that would get a rise out of her.
“Hey, Yamcha’s a good looking guy,” she defended, scowling at him.
“Hmmn, by lowly Earth standards maybe,” he huffed.
“Enough about him,” she whined. “Cardinal rule number one is to never discuss exes when in bed with another.”
“You asked, in not so many words, about my past conquests.” He objected.
“That’s different,” she sighed. “I hardly know anything about you and since I had a really good time, I assumed you were experienced.”
“I am not sure if that is a compliment or not.”
“It is,” she said thoughtfully. They laid there in companionable silence for several moments before she spoke again. “Were you not allowed to partake in…. any extracurricular activities then or were you just not interested?”
“What does it matter?” he asked.
“It doesn’t.” she agreed, shifting over on her side and resting her head on his shoulder, letting the matter drop. She was more than surprised that he was still here with her and allowing her to linger; she would have thought he would have wanted her to leave immediately following their hook up. She loved the feeling of lying leisurely in his arms. The thought thrilled her and frightened her; frightened her because she was afraid of it never happening and her never feeling this way again. He had been very straight forward with her that this did not mean anything, it was just frivolous. However, now that it had happened, that wouldn’t make it any easier for her to just forget it had indeed happened and that it had been the best sex she’d ever had; not that Yamcha hadn’t been a good lover. She had been satisfied with him and had never found a cause for complaint; she just had never gotten this same thrill from being with him that she’d just experienced with Vegeta.
She couldn’t put it into words.
“Well you could have told me that! Here I was all worried that I had to be awesome in comparison to who knows how many space whores you may have been with.” She said finally, not wanting to dwell on the possibility of never being in this position with him again. She was enjoying herself with him; and it wasn’t just the sex. The sex had been amazing! But right now, things seemed perfect… Was it too much for her to hope that maybe he felt the same way she did right now?
“So you felt the need to compete with something that did not exist?” he asked in confusion. “My, you are dense.”
She snorted. “Well, sorry! It’s not like you ever reveal much about yourself! For all I know I’m just one of many and you have a whole string of ex-girlfriends all over the universe. On second thought, that makes perfect sense. You’re not exactly Mr. Easy to talk to.”
“Even if I had had the time to cultivate such pointless relationships, why would I waste valuable time fucking when I could be either training to defeat Frieza or take on a mission so I did not have to deal with his constantly breathing down my neck?” he replied in a somewhat clipped tone. “The only access I had to women was the harem on Frieza’s ship and I refused to degrade myself by laying with women who had been repeatedly used by the debased creatures of his ship.”
Bulma shuddered at the thought. “I could understand that,”
“You and your race place such a high value on sexual appetite and needs,” he continued. “Instead of pursuing more important things.”
She shrugged. “I guess. Sex isn’t the only thing I think of though.”
“Isn’t it?” he replied. “The programs you watch, the music you listen to, and even the magazines you leave lying around.”
“Ohh, is that where you learned everything?” she asked teasingly. “Cause I was really impressed with you!”
“I am not an idiot,” he growled.
“Alright, geeze,” she said, hugging herself closer to him. “I was only teasing you, you really need to lighten up, you know that?”
“Hmmn,”
They laid there in companionable silence before they both succumbed to their tiredness and let sleep claim them.
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