Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Undisclosed Desires ❯ Part IV ( Chapter 4 )
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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: 7 | Words: 11.0K | Visits: 1.2K | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 03.24.2014 | Pages: 7 | Words: 11.0K | Visits: 1.2K | Status: Completed
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Undisclosed Desires
Part IV
WARNING: LEMON CONTENT! This whole chapter is basically smut. Not that I thought anyone would mind.. ;) Do not read if you are underage or not into that kind of thing.
Bulma opened her eyes and looked around, unsure a moment of where she was.
The feeling of a warm body behind her and a heavy arm draped leisurely across her waist brought her back to reality, confirming that she had not been dreaming.
She bit her lower lip and held back a grin as the memories from last night came back to her. She still couldn't believe it! She was in Vegeta's bed. She felt her body flush in response thinking about it.
His hold tightened on her right then as he pulled her closer against him; his nose skimming the back of her neck and taking in her scent.
She shivered against him as his breath tickled her skin. She turned her head, wanting to look at him but his lips caught hers and he kissed her longingly. She hesitated a moment, hoping she didn't have offensive morning breath but brushed it off as he continued to kiss her assuming that if she did, he didn't seem to be bothered by it.
The arm around her waist began to travel lower and lower down between her legs and he caressed her slowly, dipping his fingers into her wet folds, drawing out his slow torture.
She arched her lower torso against him as he pleasured her with his hand and felt his erection brush against the back of her thigh and sighed as he slowly entered her then.
She moaned into his mouth from both the weaves of pleasure that began to spread through her and slight discomfort from having over done it last night. However it was soon forgotten as he continued to move in and out of her slowly, almost lazily. Oh, what she wouldn’t give to be able to wake up like this every morning! She thought to herself. Vegeta's stamina had amazed her and at the same time didn't; the man was known to hole himself up in the gravity room for three days straight working out. This should be a piece of cake by comparison she thought. Hopefully more enjoyable too, she hoped.
She only hoped she hadn't bored him. They had coupled several times over the course of the night until she finally succumbed to exhaustion. He hadn't complained, but she still hoped he wouldn't hold it against her. She was after all a weak, frail human by comparison.
Her worries were forgotten as he shifted himself over her, encouraging her to lay on her stomach as he continued moving into her, only a little faster now.
She sighed as he moved deeper inside her now. He laced his fingers with hers with one of his hands. His other hand was trapped beneath stomach.
In her lust, she managed to place her other hand down to where his was and slid it between her legs, guiding his fingers to rub her clit.
"Mmm hmm," she moaned as he let his hand do what she wanted it to. She tipped her head back, resting the side of her face against his cheek, closing her eyes and reveling in the amazing pleasure that was washing away all other thought and insecurity.
"You like when I touch you?" He said against her cheek, nipping her jawline.
"Yes," she sighed and then guiltily realized for a moment that he was doing all the work, however she wasn't about to remedy that or point it out to him. All she had to do was lay there and bask in pleasure as he had his way with her. It surprised her once again how gentle he had been with her. She had not had to remind him to not hurt her.
He licked the side of her neck up to her ear, nipping the earlobe and sucking on it when she cried out.
As he continued to move into her at a fairly slow pace, he could not help but appreciate her that much more. Rather than mocking him for his lack of experience she let him do as he pleased, let him explore her body at his leisure.
Their first encounter had felt almost rushed to him. He had wanted to take his time and figure her and her body out. Learn what she liked and what she didn't like, in turn he allowed her to do the same with him and soon it became a competition of sorts to see who could outlast the other in terms of reaching completion.
She was fast becoming an addiction.
"Faster," she said between gasps and moans.
He smirked wickedly at her and deliberately slowed his pace down to almost agonizingly slow. He had learned that she did not like to be teased during their coupling any more than he did and so began another round of tormenting her, which he thoroughly enjoyed.
"Vegeta," she whined.
"Hmmn?" He grunted as he kept his slow pace going, though knew he would burst in the matter of moments.
"Please," she cried.
"Please what?" He teased, halting his movements all together.
"Don't stop," she protested.
"Why not?"
"Because,"
"Because why?" He teased, nipping her ear again.
"Because I'm,"
"You want to come?" He asked wickedly.
"Yes,"
“You didn't have enough last night?"
"No,"
"Insatiable wench," he growled as he began to move slowly into her again, his fingers rubbing against her clit.
"Asshole Saiyan," she countered, loving him and hating him at the same time. Never had she had to work so hard for her own release or to bring her partner to his release as she had in the several times she and Vegeta had had sex last night. It was a vicious game they were both playing; it was exhilarating and exhausting. It wasn't just sex. They were both constantly trying to out do the other. Normally she would have decided it took too much effort, she just wanted to bask in the mind numbing pleasure of release, but the high she got from the release as he teased her wickedly almost the entire time, was worth it tenfold, she thought.
She yelped as she came. He thrust into her a few more times before he allowed his own release to claim him fully.
He rested his head on the back of her shoulder, his breath tickling down her back and spine as he lay there several moments before moving himself off of her.
Bulma looked at him a moment and was going to ask him his plans for the day when his stomach growled. “Hungry?” she asked.
“Very,” he answered, his forearm draped lazily across his eyes.
She looked at him a few moments longer before rolling out of bed and going to find her cell phone that would be in one of her pants pockets. She pulled it out and looked at it.
6:07 am.
Instead of feeling exhausted, she felt energized, refreshed. She wasn't sure what he had done to her, well he had kept her up half the night that was one thing he had done; not that she minded, but she felt like she could run a marathon or conquer the world.
She turned and watched as he crawled out of bed as well. A thought crossed her mind. A wicked, nasty little thought...
Bulma knew she was more than likely pushing her luck, but what the hell? How often did this happen? She was happy and high on herself with a confidence she'd never known she had before. They had barely exchanged more than a few words since they'd ended up in bed together. It was amazing to her how easily they communicated their wants and needs and to one another by means of only touching and the odd grunt or moan of approval. He had explored every inch of her body with his mouth and hands. Never had she felt so beautiful!
And she couldn't put her finger on what exactly it was either! Yamcha had always complimented her on her looks and had treated her well yet Vegeta hadn't spoken a word and here he had made her feel like a million dollars just with the intense way he looked at her and the way he touched her. Surprisingly she hadn't once had to remind him to be gentle with her. For a man as rough around the edges and strength driven as he was, he certainly didn't seem to mind that she was on the complete opposite end of the spectrum. She swallowed hard as she watched him. She knew right now that she was in big trouble, that she had fallen big time and that he was going to be the death of her.
"What?" He grunted as he noticed her looking at him.
"Nothing," she said shaking her head, dismissing any negative thoughts from her mind. For the moment he was all hers and so she would take full advantage of that. “I just wanted to know if you wanted to spend the day with me.”
“We spent the entire evening together,” he stated. “What point would there be in wasting an entire day away?”
She groaned inwardly to herself, remembering how clueless he was about everything. Here it was, the brutal rebuff and mocking from him that she was hoping to skip, apparently whatever spell she’d had on him had worn out the moment she exited his bed. Instead of feeling defeated though, she decided to persist. “There would be no point, really I guess, but it might be fun, you know Fun? Like ha ha haa?”
He stood there a moment, frowning at her with his arms crossed. She wasn’t sure if that was a good sign or not. She decided it was a good sign since it looked like he was actually considering it instead of just blowing her off.
“You know what?” she asked quickly. “I don’t have to go into work today. I will go downstairs, whip up a nice breakfast for you. Go take a shower and meet me in my room in say a half an hour?” she said hopefully. She couldn’t believe she was actually doing this. Blowing off work to hopefully continue a sex marathon with a guy who didn’t believe in taking days off from his training for any reason.
He looked at her long and hard for several more moments as he considered her offer. It didn’t seem bad. Food and the possibly more sex with the woman. He had enjoyed himself immensely last night, he reasoned. However he still needed to train. He still needed her to fix the gravity room and catch up on lost time from yesterday. Though the hopeful look on her face and her naked body standing right there in front of him was cracking his resolve.
“I suppose I could set aside some time,” he agreed. “You still need to make those repairs to the gravity room, Woman. You promised.”
“I’ll have it fixed,” she nodded. “Alright, well see you in my room in thirty minutes.” She said, pulling her top back on.
Vegeta disappeared into the bathroom and she quickly finished dressing herself and slipped out of his bedroom after taking a quick peek down the hall to make sure her parents weren’t nearby. She did not feel like fielding a bunch of questions.
Bulma quickly raced down the hall and into her bedroom. She made a quick phone call to the lab, letting them know that she was not well and to not expect her today; she felt a slight twinge of guilt at her little lie and the reasons but then dismissed it, reasoning that she never called in sick even when she was sick and that she was entitled to a day to herself. She could not even remember the last time she had taken a vacation.
She threw her clothes in the hamper and scurried around her bedroom, throwing any dirty laundry on the floor into the hamper as well, straightening it out as quickly as she could before running into her bathroom, hoping to get in a quick shower herself to freshen up. As she let the water warm up she cringed at her appearance. Her skin was dull, her hair was a mess, of course; but not only that, she realized that she had to have been a mess last night!
She looked at herself and was mortified to discover that she could not remember the last time she had shaved her legs or bikini area! Not that she looked like an amazon woman, she was never one for allowing herself to go that long without routine maintenance but still! Of all the days for Vegeta to have decided to make a move on her it had to be the week she’d been focused solely on her work in the lab, trying to complete several projects in a short time and so had looked unkempt and frumpy?
After taking a record breaking short shower, she brushed her teeth, put on some mascara and a tinted moisturizer and combed her wet hair up into a neat bun on top of her head. She then put on some delicate scented body lotion and chose a racy matching set of lacy pink underwear to wear underneath a black Juicy Couture velour track suit.
She then walked quickly to do a once over in the small bonus room attached to her bedroom. There was a sectional and large flat screen tv mounted on the wall with surround sound. A small kitchenette and fridge. She was happy to see the fridge was still stocked with her favorite wine but her mood somewhat clouded over when she noticed that it was also full of Yamcha’s favorite beer as well.
Bulma closed the fridge and looked around the small room. She hadn’t been in here since before she and Yamcha broke up, she realized. She had just thrown herself into her work and hadn’t made much time for herself and when she had made time to watch tv it was always in the family room. She shrugged and threw away a few stray wrappers and tidied up a bit. She and Yamcha used to spend lots of time in here just hanging out.
She went to the dvd cabinet and skimmed over the movies and noticed that most of them were crime dramas and cheesy ‘90’s action movies; Yamcha loved all those rediculous movies. So did she, but she made sure she owned all of them. It wasn’t uncommon for them to have a Nicholas Cage or John Travolta cheese fest marathon. She wasn’t sure what Vegeta would like and she wasn’t sure if he even liked beer, but decided to worry about that later. Who knows, he may even decide to ditch on her. She sure hoped not, but it would not surprise her.
With one last glance, she exited her room to go down the kitchen. He mother should be up by now and would have started on breakfast already.
“Good morning, sweetie,” her mother greeted.
“Hi, Mom,” she said as she began stocking a plate of eggs, toast and bacon. “I’m going to have breakfast upstairs today if that’s alright. Let Dad know that Vegeta needs his gravity room fixed and that I just need to, umm, take a personal day.”
“Alright, hun,” her mother nodded. “Are you sure that will be enough food for Vegeta as well?”
Bulma felt her face redden in embarrassment. What was she going to say? She knew her mom wasn’t so dense as to not know what had taken place last night or why she was staying in today. She decided that there was no sense denying it. “I’ll come back down for more food,”
“Alright,” her mother said, handing her a breakfast tray with fruits and two glasses of orange juice on it.
“Please don’t tell dad,” she said quickly, placing the plate of eggs, toast and bacon on the tray.
“Oh, don’t worry, dear. I won’t say a word.” She said giggling. “Oh, to be young again! Just make sure you two don’t have too much fun, now!”
“Mom!” she sighed in embarrassment before leaving. “I’ll be back for some coffee and more food in a bit, okay?”
Bulma rushed out of the kitchen, leaving her mother there to dwell on whatever inappropriate thoughts she may have. She did not want to be teased about her one night stand with Vegeta and she sure hoped that her mother wouldn’t tease Vegeta about it the next time she saw him.
She slowly crept into her room, half relieved that he wasn’t there yet and somewhat alarmed. Maybe he was standing her up? She decided to run back downstairs quickly to get some coffee; she needed coffee. Coffee was good.
When she made it back to her room without incident, she relaxed somewhat.
She set breakfast down in her den room on the small coffee table and sat down to wait. She looked at the clock.
6:40am.
Maybe he isn’t coming, she thought to herself. She sipped her coffee and waited, silently contemplating the events of last night. She could barely believe it had even happened. Had it actually happened? Did I actually have sex with Vegeta last night?
She brought her knees up to her chest as she sat on the couch, clutching her coffee mug with both hands. She felt a slight weave of guilt wash through her. What the hell had she been thinking? She had spent the night with an antisocial, former homicidal alien prince. She hoped he wasn’t homicidal anymore, anyway. Even if he wasn’t a bad guy anymore, she thought to herself, that didn’t change that he’d been evil to the core. He had been responsible for Yamcha’s death. Well, sort of.
She had watched it on the television. It had been horrible! Yamcha had fought one of those green things Vegeta and his companion Nappa had brought with them and had died. To this day, Yamcha blamed Vegeta for his death, although Vegeta hadn’t actually physically killed him, he had commanded the Sibamen to kill the Earth’s warriors and had stood by as a spectator and let it all happen. That wasn’t good. However, she reasoned, he hadn’t actually done it himself and so she couldn’t hold Yamcha’s death against him forever.
She remembered even thinking when she had seen Vegeta on the television she’d had a fleeting thought that if she hadn’t known that he had come to destroy her friends and the planet, she would have thought he was quite handsome. Now after having him live in her home for over a year, she thought him more than just handsome. He had become nearly irresistible to her, a guest in her recent dreams and fantasies.
She had kind of assumed he was off limits. Well, he should have been off limits to her, not even someone she should have considered getting romantically involved with. How had this happened? She wondered. And what happens now?
She remembered him blatantly telling her that if they hooked up it didn’t mean anything. She had believed him, but hadn’t really cared at the time. She had been so caught up in the moment that he could have said anything to her and she would have agreed. Now here she was not sure if she should be regretting her actions or not. She didn’t feel like she did. No, if anything she was hoping with every fiber of her being that he wouldn’t ditch out on her this morning. She tried to tell herself that it was alright if he did, that it would be a good thing and help her get her head screwed back on straight.
After all, what type of future could she and Vegeta really have together? All they did was bicker and argue. They really didn’t have that much in common. None of her friends would accept him into the inner circle, so it wasn’t like she could ever be seen in public with him or bring him out to get-togethers at Roshi’s or barbeques with the other Z fighters. It just wouldn’t work. What would they think of her if they knew?
She thought long and hard on it. Who said they had to know?
It wasn’t like she saw all of them all the time anymore. Everyone was out training to beat these stupid androids. There wasn’t anything she could do to help. She had been forgotten and left behind by all of them and her boyfriend had let this Baseball career and the temptation of groupies sour their relationship. She didn’t have anyone and she was more than lonely. The way she saw it, her contribution to the fight against the androids was the gravity room and giving Vegeta a place to stay. They may need him in this war with the androids. Therefore she had taken it upon herself to provide him with a home and proper training facility and give him anything he needed to succeed in reaching his goal and she did it gladly. That was all anyone needed to know. They didn’t have to know that she and Vegeta were possibly having an affair.
Well, she didn’t know if it could be classified as an affair per say, but no one needed to know that they’d hooked up. She snickered to herself. No one would believe it anyway. All Vegeta cared about was training and beating Goku. If she told anyone that Vegeta had given her a night of the best sex she’d ever had they would think she’d lost it. She still couldn’t quite believe it herself.
Not only had he given her the best night of her life, but he had opened up somewhat to her. She had learned more about him in one night than she had in an entire year and a half living with the guy. Though, she reasoned, sex had a way of doing that.
She still could not believe that she’d been his first! What were the odds of that? After she had found that out, she had felt really bad for being so pushy during their first romp. However, for a guy who was supposedly inexperienced, he had been amazing. After they had napped for a little while, he had woken her up, wanting to have her again. She giggled now at the memory of it.
Of course, she had been more than alright with it, but this time she had completely let him take the lead and do what he wanted. She had learned that he was quite observant and in tuned to her responses and a very fast learner. If she indicated to him that she liked something, she never had to tell or ask him again. Unless the asshole had decided to turn it into a game and deliberately withheld from her, which she learned he loved doing just to piss her off. Even in the throes of passion they had found a way to turn that into a war. It aggravated her and frustrated her.
She sighed deeply to herself and looked at the clock again.
4:48am.
Who was she kidding? She thought dejectedly, of course he wasn’t going to take a day off to spend with her just because they’d had a night of amazing sex together. Did she forget who she was dealing with? She decided she should just be happy for what she did get and hope that maybe he would seek her out again sometime. She certainly wouldn’t be opposed to that.
Little did she know, Vegeta was standing outside her bedroom door contemplating on entering or not. He knew she was there waiting for him, he could sense her.
He wasn’t sure why he was here, he had training to do. Even if the gravity room was disabled, there were other things he could do to train. Once, he had gone out into the middle of the ocean and trained deep down there. It wasn’t as effective as the graviton, but it would do in a pinch. He had killed a few sharks for amusement too. He could do that today, he decided. Or head into the mountains and blow a few things up where no one would notice or be injured.
He was just about to turn heel and leave to go and do that when his stomach growled. Maybe he could eat breakfast with the woman first and then leave? He thought to himself. Though he was worried that now that they had participated in the things they had last night that things with her may be awkward now between them. He knew he had told her to not expect anything more from him than sex before they had finally taken the plunge, but now he wasn’t sure if she would still remember that or still find a way to hold him to it. From what he had learned, the female race on this planet expected a lot from the male once they had become intimate. He supposed he could have chosen a worse candidate if the woman expected more from him.
He shook his head and growled at himself. He had been forward and on no uncertain terms had let her know his intentions clearly that there was nothing more between them and she had agreed. That was that, and he was hungry. He would join the woman for breakfast and then leave to train until his gravity simulator was fixed. If she was hurt by his actions or expecting anything more from him on an emotional level, that was completely her own fault. Not his.
Vegeta turned the knob of her bedroom door and walked in and closed the door quietly. She popped out from another room to the left of her large bedroom.
“Hey,” she greeted almost shyly. He could tell be the look of surprise on her face that she hadn’t expected him to show. “Would you like some coffee? I brought some up for us.” She said, disappearing in the small room and coming back out with a cup of black coffee for him, just the way he liked it.
He nodded before taking a sip, eyeing her closely. She looked pretty, not wearing too much make up. He noticed that she had showered as well and smelled of perfumes and shampoo. He wondered why she had done that. Had she been repulsed by his scent all over her? He himself had showered, but only to wash away the remnants of sticky sweat. He had not coated himself with artificial scents, in fact he could still smell her on his skin and liked it. If he closed his eyes, he could remember what she felt like, writhing underneath him. He shook his head, trying to dismiss those thoughts before dwelling on them made him hard again.
“Take a seat,” she said to him, interrupting his line of thought, at which he was grateful. She offered him a plate piled high of breakfast she had taken from down stairs and placed a glass of orange juice and a bowl of fruit in front of him on the ottoman.
The hungry Saiyan grunted in acknowledgement and dug into his breakfast. All other thought banished at the moment.
“Would you like to watch a movie?” she asked hopefully once he appeared to be about half way done his meal.
He shrugged in response.
“What do you like?” she asked, getting up to go to the dvd library. “I have action and adventure, drama, a few comedies. Oh, even a couple of horror flicks. I’ll assume any kind of romantic comedy is out of the picture; don’t worry I won’t do that to you. Ummm, there’s a few biopics and documentaries here too. What would you like to watch?”
Vegeta finished his coffee and set the cup down on the table, contemplating on what to do next. Should he stay or should he go? He really wasn’t sure. Part of him wanted to get the hell out, this was too “normal” a setting for him. The other part of him was curious as to what she had planned and so that side won out. He could train later, he conceited.
“I do not care. You choose something.” He said, reaching for the bowl of fruit.
Bulma hummed to herself as she tried to narrow down her choices. Comedy was out. Drama too, she decided as she didn’t want his attention completely focused off of her. She pulled out a few cheesy action movies and a couple of horror movies and held them out for him. “Pick one.”
He eyed the four movies and shrugged. “I do not care; as it is, I am wasting my time in not going to train. If I am going to humor you and remain here, choose something entertaining.”
She sighed and turned back to her Dvd case. What would Vegeta find “entertaining” she wondered? She wanted to choose something quick too before he lost his patience and changed his mind and left once he was finished his breakfast. “Aright, how about this one?” she said, plunking a movie in the player. “It’s called Predator. It’s based on a viscous alien coming to Earth. It’s really violent and has lots of blood and stuff, and I haven’t watched it in a while,” she announced sitting down next to him. That was actually Yamcha’s movie, she remembered. She would have to go through her collection and give them back to him. Some of these movies were among his favorites, this one ranking as one of the highest. “He’s even scarier and deadlier than you are.”
Vegeta snorted in distain as he placed the empty bowl back on the table. “There is no other alien race out there to be more fearsome or deadlier than me now that Frieza is no more,” he scoffed.
“Just watch it. You might find it entertaining.”
“I doubt it,”
“Well, maybe you can tell me if these things really exist?” she said with interest. “I think they’re pretty scary; not to mention not nearly as handsome as you are.”
He gave her a quick side glance, but said nothing as the movie started.
The movie finally finished and had Vegeta actually laughing at its ridiculousness of it. Bulma could not remember actually seeing him laugh. She had heard him smirk and scoff and snort in amusement but an actual laugh? She could not recall. He had laughed throughout the whole thing as though she had put in a comedy for him to watch.
“So you liked it then?” she asked as the credits began to roll.
“It amused me,” he confirmed.
“Well, there’s a few other movies based on the same creature. We can watch those if you want?” she offered, getting up to find them. “There’s Predators, which is the newest one. I really like this one. It’s with a bunch of humans getting dumped on the Predator’s planet; that one’s my favorite actually.”
“Now that I would like to watch,” he snorted. “Of course the humans win, correct?”
“Of course!”
He shook his head. “Not in a real situation they would not. They barely won in this one we just watched! And it was highly unlikely.”
“No one beats Arne tho.” She shrugged.
“What’s an Arne?”
“Arnold Schwarzenegger.” She answered. The main actor in the movie. He was a big deal back in the ‘80’s and ‘90’s.”
“That is the best warrior your planet has to offer?” he deadpanned.
“No, he’s not a warrior.” Bulma answered. “I mean, he plays a warrior or a hero in his movies usually. But he isn’t actually a real warrior. Just a body builder.”
Vegeta shook his head. “I knew he was a fake.” He said.
“Well of course it’s fake, Vegeta.”
“Show me something not fake then,” he said. “Show me something real.”
“Something real?” she asked. “I don’t have anything “real”. At least nothing that you would find entertaining. Unless you want to watch The Real Housewives of West City? I have the first season around here somewhere. You know they asked my Momma to be in it and she declined?”
“No!” Vegeta answered quickly, knowing which program she was referring to. “I have seen enough of that rubbish in passing when your mother watches it in the other room and should she ever agree to such a thing, I will destroy anyone who comes in to my living space with the intention of documenting me.”
“Yea, we figured as much.” She sighed. “Truth be told, we get enough trouble with the media following us around. The thought of it being full time wasn’t very appealing.”
“Find another show, Woman or I will find something useful to occupy my time.”
Bulma smiled at him. Was he actually admitting to choosing to stay here and watch another movie with her over training? She pulled out Braveheart. “This is as real as it’s going to get. It’s a reenactment of a war our planet had. It happened a few hundred years ago, but the British were oppressing the Scottish. So it’s about the Scottish revolt. It’s a really good movie, but it’s really brutal.”
“Play it.” he commanded. “Your planet is still intact. It could not have been that bad.”
She rolled her eyes and put the movie in. “Do you want more food?” she asked. He grunted affirmatively, and she headed downstairs.
Thankfully, neither of her parents were present. She grabbed the remaining leftovers from breakfast, stacking them all on a single plate. She also grabbed a few glasses and a pizza delivery menu for later on in hopes that things would continue along as they were.
Bulma went back into the bonus room in her bedroom and saw him watching the movie, his feet out on the ottoman, his arms up behind his head. She could not get over how “normal” he looked! He looked just like any average guy! It was weird seeing him like that.
She put the food down on the other side of the ottoman for him and he took the whole thing for himself, devouring it as he watched the movie. When he was finished, he put the plate back on the ottoman and Bulma took this as her chance. She grabbed a blanket and sat herself right next to him, curling herself into his warm, hard form.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“I’m cold,” She said innocently, snuggling into his side. “And this part is really disturbing.”
“You’ve seen it.” he objected.
“I know, but it makes me sad,” she shrugged, resting her head on his shoulder.
He did not say anything, but allowed her to remain. Truth be told, he actually did not mind her close presence. He had been wondering what the etiquette was. He wanted her again. It was the only reason he had agreed to sit through another one of these things, however, this one wasn’t too bad so far, however if nothing more happened by the end of this, he would resume his training for the day.
“He is a fool for allowing himself for such an open weakness,” he said as they watched the movie in silence.
“He loves her though,” she countered.
“It is a weakness,” He said again, nodding to the tv. “And he is being much too obvious in his affections towards the woman.”
As the movie played out and the situation went from bad to worse, Bulma wrapped her arm around his waist and his her face in the crook of his neck when the English soldier executed William Wallace’s wife. When she knew it was done, she turned her face back to the screen but kept her arms around his lean waist. She looked up at him a moment and could not believe how unaffected he was by that whole scene.
“What?” he grunted.
“You,” she said. “That’s like the most horrible thing ever and you just sit there like it’s nothing.”
“It happens,” he shrugged. “That is why a warrior does not allow himself the luxury of having a mate. It is an open weakness. Do you know how many mates and families I have destroyed simply because I knew who they belonged to?”
They were both silent and for a long moment there was nothing but awkwardness there between them. “Right,” Bulma nodded, a cold reminder of who she was snuggling on the couch with crashed down around her. “But you never meant to do that, right? You were just-”
“I did what whatever was required of me to gain the upper hand by any and all means possible,” he cut her off. “Do not forget who I am. Just because I reside here and do not choose to wreak havoc on this planet and because I bedded you does not change who I am or my past. There are things that I have done that you cannot even begin to fathom. I did not hesitate to doing them, question the morality behind it or even regret it until I was killed and brought back here.
“Do not make me out to be a victim of my circumstances. I was fully aware and very cognizant of my actions.” He said firmly to her. Half of him, the common sense side was hoping that she would leave, running in fear at his comment now that he had reminded her about who he really was and end this little infatuation she seemed to have for him. It wasn’t smart. The other half of him wanted her to stay; needed her to stay. He did not understand why he would want such a thing; he never had much use for companions. They annoyed him; even this woman annoyed him half the time!
Bulma continued to look at him with a strange look that he could not place. This was it; she was going to leave. Oh well, he thought in dismay. Last night had been a good distraction, but he needed to get his priorities back in line.
Instead, she surprised him; she didn’t leave. She reached up and cupped the side of his face, turning him to face her. She looked at him long and hard, before kissing him on the mouth carefully and slowly. “And I am very cognizant of my actions and who I am sitting with,” she whispered against his mouth.
She wasn’t quite sure what she was doing. What was wrong with her? She should be leaving this situation, not encouraging him. He was dangerous and unpredictable; and completely sexy… Even though she knew this was stupid on her part, she was walking on thin ice and she knew it but damn it felt so good; it was exciting and God, she wanted him!
He leaned in to kiss her back, wrapping his left arm around her waist, pulling her into his lap as he kissed her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing herself closer against him as she deepened the kiss. He unzipped the front of her hoodie, revealing her pink lacy underwear to him.
He growled appreciatively as she shrugged out of the jacket and let it fall to the floor. She leaned forward into him and he buried his nose in her cleavage. She kissed his forehead as his mouth began to explore her half exposed mounds.
Before she could think, he tore the front, allowing her breasts to bounce freely from their obstruction. “Hey!” she objected. “That was an expensive bra!”
“Then know not to bother next time with frivolous garments.” He said against her skin just before he took her right breast into his mouth; his tongue swirling around the nipple, making it stand erect when he was done.
“Ahh,” she breathed, reaching down and pulling his shirt up. He let her breast go for a moment so she could pull the garment over his head, tossing it behind her to join her jacket.
She took the opportunity to stand up and ditch her pants as well, leaving herself in only the matching pink panties. He reached for her, pulling her back into his lap; groaning as she began to grind her hips into his.
After several minutes of this, he managed to awkwardly slide his pants off, letting them fall to his ankles. He was about to tear away her panties, when she stopped him, sliding them off to the side and lowered herself slowly onto his cock.
She bit her lower lip and moaned at the sensation as she began to ride him slowly. He leaned back and watched her move over him, his eyes wide, taking in her movements and the way her breasts bounced as she moved on top of him. He placed his hands on her hips and allowed her to choose the pace.
With every downward motion of hers, he thrust himself up deep into her, hitting the right spot inside of her, that she knew she would meet her release soon. She bent forward and kissed him longingly. His hands squeezed her bum tightly as he spilled himself into her. She leaned forward, against his chest, resting her cheek in the crook of her neck.
He moved his hands up, placing them on her hips and rubbing them tenderly up the sides of her back in an almost comforting motion as he caught his breath.
A loud battle cry erupted from behind her on the large screen tv, the movie having been completely forgotten about. She sat up and looked over her shoulder a moment, seeing a lineup of angry Scottish warriors mooning the British king and his soldiers. “Now that’s hot,” she sighed, stifling a giggle.
He leaned slightly to the side to see what she was commenting on and frowned. “Barbarians,” he muttered.
“Ha! You’re one to talk,” she laughed at him. “You’re idea of coming onto me was the throwing me over your shoulder and dumping me on the floor and then proceeded to tell me all about your bad qualities.”
“It worked, didn’t it?” he replied with a shrug and smug look on his face.
“Uh huh,” she huffed, leaning forward and nipping him playfully on the tip of his nose before leaving his lap. She pulled her panties back in place and walked away from him after picking up her tracksuit on the floor. “I’ll be right back.”
She went to the washroom quick and cleaned herself up a bit before coming back out. She grabbed them both a beer and plunked herself back on the couch next to him. “I know it’s not quite noon yet, but what the hell, hey?” she said, handing him a beer.
He took it from her and drank it quickly. “Not bad,” he commented, putting the bottle on the carpet next to him. She took a few more sips from it and handed hers to him. She was never a huge beer drinker.
As the movie continued and they watched it together in companionable silence, she leaned in next to him and rested her head on his shoulder. She felt him tense up a moment but he did not move in an effort to make her move or say anything and a moment later, he relaxed; much to her delight.
How weird is this? She mused to herself. She was so happy in that moment that she decided to stop analyzing and dwelling on it because he may decide to get up and walk at any given moment; but she wished so bad that she knew what he was thinking. Was he content just lazing about with her right now as she was? She assumed so, it wasn’t like Vegeta to go along with just anything in an effort to spare someone’s feelings. Well, not the Vegeta that she knew. However the Vegeta she knew had shagged her senselessly all last night and a few times this morning and was happily chilling with her on her couch. I was almost like something out of the Twilight Zone.
Was this some kind of residual after effect from possible brain damage he had maybe sustained from the gravity room incident all those months back? Maybe the full extent of the trauma was only just making itself known now? That was one possibility.
In any event, she dozed off while her mind went around in circles and at some point so did he.
They both awoke some time later; the movie long over that the movie was back on to the main menu playing the same music over and over again.
She made a quick call to the pizza delivery people, ordering several large pizzas in a variety of combinations. When it arrived, the pizza delivery guy had called her cell like she had asked and she snuck downstairs quickly, avoiding her parents at all costs.
Bulma decided on which movies to watch, alternating between the most cheesy action flicks she had and a few horror movies she could tolerate without jumping out of her skin. However, she found that Vegeta seemed to prefer tearing the special effects and goriness of the horror films up in amusement and somehow she found them to be not quite so scary after that.
During one of them, he had let something slip about life on Frieza’s ship and time with the disciplinary committee being a whole lot worse than the plot and some of the scenarios depicted in Hostel; much to her horror. She had found herself completely unable to concentrate on the movie after that, wondering just what exactly had been the extent of his life experiences before he found his way here and if he would ever let her in enough to share his past with her.
After three more movies and several heated make out sessions and a bunch of fooling around later, the day was gone and they decided it was time to turn in for the night
Bulma stood up and stretched before walking up to him and offered her hand out.
He raised an eyebrow at her but took her hand and she led him into his en suite bathroom, turned on the shower. They both quickly shed their clothing and she stepped in first, pulling him in with her.
She leaned her naked form into him and kissed him on the lips a few times before grabbing some soap and began to lather him up and wash him; her hands going all over him, not missing an inch.
He stood there and watched her in amusement, the memory of his shower just yesterday afternoon coming back to mind. Just over a day prior to right now he had been wondering what it would be like to have her hands run all over his body. It was better than he had imagined and he did not fail to notice how she seemed to appreciate his flawless physique rather than being put off by the many scars that marred his body. "I see you've finally learned your place, servant woman." He said jokingly.
"Whatever, pal." She snorted and brought her soapy hand down and around his member and began tugging on him.
He growled at her in his need and she snickered at him.
She continued her torture, lathering up his thighs and balls, he certainly was a magnificent sight to behold. "God must have broken the mold after he made you," she murmured more thinking out loud to herself than anything.
"What mold?" He asked, frowning.
"It’s an expression," she said looking at the clueless look on his face. "Like if you believe in a creator who made all things what I meant was if there is, he used a mold to create us and he uses it over again to duplicate the same result. Anyway, in your case, he broke it so there's no one else like you out there." She explained.
"What a stupid concept," he scoffed. "Of course there is no one else like Me out there. I am the only prince of the Saiyan race and the only other Saiyans out there are that idiot clown Kakarott and his half breed son."
Bulma shook her head; he had totally missed the point. Maybe not such a bad thing, seeing as it was probably the cheesiest thing she had ever said to a guy. "Never mind," she sighed. "I really don't want to be thinking of Goku and Gohan right now anyway."
"Agreed." He grunted and began washing away the soap.
With that she backed away from him, leaned against the wall opposite him and began lathering herself up slowly with soap. She caressed herself and moaned suggestively as her hands played with her breasts for a moment. She had to suppress a giggle at the heated look on his face as she squeezed her ample mounds; he was definitely a boob guy she decided.
She decided to move on and brought her hands down to her nether regions, washing herself but caressing her woman parts sensually. She closed her eyes and exhaled as she let the tingling feelings of pleasure begin to accumulate; her center becoming warm with her own arousal. As she continued to rub herself with one hand and her breast with the other. She opened one eye to take a peek at her observer and nearly doubled over in laughter at the look of shock he was giving her. He looked as though he did not know if he should be turned on or disgusted by her display.
“What?” she asked playfully.
“You are a very lewd creature.” He said to her.
“I don’t think so,” she said innocently as she continued to touch herself in front of him. “I am thinking of you touching me.”
He smirked at her, “Really?”
“Uh huh,” she nodded as she kept up her little show for him.
He watched her a moment, a look of heat driven lust in his eyes, unsure if he should continue to spectate or jump in and assist her. He found himself quite mesmerized by her and what she was doing.
She finally stopped and came up to him, wrapping her arms around him and kissing him; she could feel his arousal, standing proud and thick, pressing against her belly between them. She reached down and began to stroke him firmly with purpose. He brought his hands up, dancing them up her sides before cradling her face in his hands and kissed her.
She smiled against his mouth as she continued to stroke him. She trailed kisses along up his sharp jaw line and down his neck, sucking, kissing and licking him; she slowly made her way down his neck and across to his collar bone and shoulder.
He sighed as he let her mouth, fingers and hands worship his body. She continued to trail her mouth across his chest, sucking on his nipple briefly before continuing on again, further downwards. She let his manhood go and knelt down in front of him. Her hands travelled back up along his perfect abdomen and she kissed him, bringing her hands down further, she brought one of her hands around behind him, and groped his firm ass.
Finally she looked up at him and smiled, biting her lower lip briefly before taking his member back in her hand. Before he knew what she had planned, she took him into her mouth as deeply as she could.
He choked in shock and braced the wet tiled wall with his left hand to hold himself up and rested his other hand on the top of her head as she continued; bobbing her head back and forth. Her one hand gently gripping his balls as she worked the rest of him over with her mouth.
Instead of stopping her, he let her continue, giving into the unbelievably wonderful sensation he was experiencing. He had always previously thought it to be the most vulgar way to achieve a release from another being. The only thing more debased than oral sex was wasting time doing it yourself. He had always been sickened by the stories Nappa and Raditz had told him growing up. They had laughed and told stories of finding women while on purging missions and forcing them to perform oral sex in exchange for their lives. Though they never did spare them once the deed was done and once they made it back onto the ship they would laugh about their encounters.
That was all he knew of oral sex. And the other he forced out of his mind, having walked in on one of them pleasuring themselves shamelessly one too many times. He had always thought himself above them anyway, if for no other reason than his title alone; never mind that he had by far surpassed them both in strength by the time he had been six or seven years of age. Yes, Nappa had been appointed to watch over him but he had never had an amount of respect for the bald brute nor that of the long haired third class warrior who had survived alongside them.
They had mocked his disinterest in such desires, but he had not cared. His only goal had been to make himself strong enough to beat Frieza as a way to gain his father’s approval until he had found out his planet no longer existed and that Nappa, Raditz and himself were the only ones left. Once that had happened, his only focus had been on training. Training so that he could free himself and do as he pleased.
He dismissed those thoughts; now was most definitely not the time or the place to be rehashing those old unpleasant memories.
Not when he had a beautiful woman who actually wanted him and was giving him the most amazing pleasure he had ever experienced by choice. It amazed him, actually. Never would he have thought anyone would willingly do this to another.
She mover her hand that was on his butt cheek up somewhat for better leverage and accidentally brushed her fingers across the scar on his tailbone where his tail had been. He growled loudly, gritting his teeth. She quit what she was doing for a moment. “Sorry,” she said.
He took her hand and moved it back to where it had been on his scar and moaned as her fingers touched it again. “So that was a good growl?” she asked triumphantly.
“Hmmn,” he grunted. She smirked up at him and took him into her mouth again, moving quickly over him, alternating her one hand between pulling carefully on his testicles and stroking his length and making sure to rub his tail scar with her other hand. Good thing I’m good at multitasking, she thought to herself proudly.
Bulma continued on with the task at hand for a few more moments before removing her hand that was fondling his jewels and brought it between her own legs to stroke herself.
Vegeta looked down at her, missing the contact for a moment but then savoring the sight of the blue haired woman kneeling before him pleasuring herself as she pleasured him. He groaned as he felt his climax begin to take hold of him. He grabbed her by her elbow, hauling her up to his level and kissed her deeply, placing her hand back on to his manhood to finish the job.
She stroked him a few more times before she felt his hot seed land on her upper thigh. She smiled against his mouth as he groaned at the pinnacle of his release. He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close to him as he kissed her within an inch of her life.
“The water is getting cold,” she murmured between kisses.
Vegeta stepped away from her to shut it off as she stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around herself quickly before she froze, watching him in all his naked glory through the mirror as he exited the shower.
He wrapped his arms around her waist from behind and she gasped as she felt a warmth quickly envelop her and within moments, she was completely dry.
“How, how did you do that?” she asked when he stepped away from her, smirking at her through the mirror.
“I raised my ki,”
“Ohh,” she nodded, feeling dumb at not picking that up on her own.
She turned herself around in his arms so that she was facing him, kissed him chastely on the lips and exited the bathroom. She was about to go and grab another pair of pajamas when he picked her up and hoisted her over his shoulder. She shrieked in surprise as he plunked her down on the bed.
Her reaction was to sit up, but he placed his hand on her chest, pushing her back down on the bed, anchoring her down. He may have dried her body off but she was still wet with want for him where it mattered. She had just given him the best orgasm yet over the last day and a half they had spent together doing nothing more than fool around and fornicate; he hadn’t thought it could get any better than what he’d experienced and now for some inexplicable reason, he wanted to do the same to her. The thought had occurred to him the night before out of curiosity; he had wanted to know how she tasted but because of his own skewed view of oral sex, he had refrained.
He sniffed her deeply, inhaling the thick, musky scent of her arousal a moment before he dug in; he licked her up the length of her womanhood in one long lap, stopping a moment to insert a finger inside of her and began to stroke her insides. She sighed deeply and moaned something positive as he brought his lips back down on her, his tongue flicking her clit several times before sucking on it carefully.
Bulma tried to sit up, but he kept his one hand up on her torso and held her down. She cried out as he continued his assault on her body. She arched her body up and bucked her hips into his face, encouraging to him to keep on what he was doing, the feeling was so intense, and she did not realize that she was closing her legs around his head. He removed his finger from inside her and pinned one of her legs down to the mattress and let her other leg linger over his shoulder.
She moaned and threaded her fingers in his hair when she felt his tongue enter her and she tried lay there and not squirm too much as she reveled in the pleasure pulsating through her body.
Vegeta knew she was close and kept up his efforts, gorging himself on her until she screamed his name at the climax of her release and he continued to suck on her center until she quit writhing somewhat. She reached for him, tugging on his shoulder and he lifted himself up to look at her.
She was able to sit up and brought her hands on either side of his face, taking note of the pleased look on his face before kissing him. She tasted herself on his lips as she kissed him. When their lips parted, she grinned at him. “Wow,” she commented, wiping away the left over wetness from the side of his mouth.
She got up off the bed, slipping into a silk lavender house coat before going back into her small tv room. She brought with her a bottle of wine and two glasses and snagged a bag of chips.
When she came back into the room, Vegeta was laying on her bed, propped up against the wall with his arms crossed, watching her closely with an unreadable expression on his face. She opened the bottle of wine, pouring them both a glass and handing it to him as she turned on the tv that was mounted on the wall above her dresser.
“Why do you have two of those?” he asked as she handed him a glass and the bag of chips.
“I don’t know,” she shrugged, crawling into bed next to him and under the covers. “So I can watch tv in here if I don’t feel like getting up and going out there?”
“Lazy wench,” he grumbled as she snuggled into his side. She handed him the remote and settled in with her head on his chest and arm around his torso.
Vegeta looked down at her and frowned. This was just too strange for him, too “normal”. It wasn’t him. What was she doing to him he wondered? He was not a domesticated family man who spent his days lazing around the house and in bed with his woman.
He couldn’t. What will be next? He wondered. Brats? Some sort of rubbish ceremonial commitment with gowns and garbage and people making a racket? Is that what she is going to expecting of me now? He wondered.
No, she couldn’t expect that of him, he reasoned. She knew who he was and what he was really like. He had told her before they began this that it meant nothing. So he had wasted a day and a half with her; a day and a half that he could have spent training but didn’t. Upon further meditation on that, he found that he didn’t mind. It had been amazing, he had enjoyed himself immensely.
Then why was he panicking now?
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Undisclosed Desires
Part IV
WARNING: LEMON CONTENT! This whole chapter is basically smut. Not that I thought anyone would mind.. ;) Do not read if you are underage or not into that kind of thing.
Bulma opened her eyes and looked around, unsure a moment of where she was.
The feeling of a warm body behind her and a heavy arm draped leisurely across her waist brought her back to reality, confirming that she had not been dreaming.
She bit her lower lip and held back a grin as the memories from last night came back to her. She still couldn't believe it! She was in Vegeta's bed. She felt her body flush in response thinking about it.
His hold tightened on her right then as he pulled her closer against him; his nose skimming the back of her neck and taking in her scent.
She shivered against him as his breath tickled her skin. She turned her head, wanting to look at him but his lips caught hers and he kissed her longingly. She hesitated a moment, hoping she didn't have offensive morning breath but brushed it off as he continued to kiss her assuming that if she did, he didn't seem to be bothered by it.
The arm around her waist began to travel lower and lower down between her legs and he caressed her slowly, dipping his fingers into her wet folds, drawing out his slow torture.
She arched her lower torso against him as he pleasured her with his hand and felt his erection brush against the back of her thigh and sighed as he slowly entered her then.
She moaned into his mouth from both the weaves of pleasure that began to spread through her and slight discomfort from having over done it last night. However it was soon forgotten as he continued to move in and out of her slowly, almost lazily. Oh, what she wouldn’t give to be able to wake up like this every morning! She thought to herself. Vegeta's stamina had amazed her and at the same time didn't; the man was known to hole himself up in the gravity room for three days straight working out. This should be a piece of cake by comparison she thought. Hopefully more enjoyable too, she hoped.
She only hoped she hadn't bored him. They had coupled several times over the course of the night until she finally succumbed to exhaustion. He hadn't complained, but she still hoped he wouldn't hold it against her. She was after all a weak, frail human by comparison.
Her worries were forgotten as he shifted himself over her, encouraging her to lay on her stomach as he continued moving into her, only a little faster now.
She sighed as he moved deeper inside her now. He laced his fingers with hers with one of his hands. His other hand was trapped beneath stomach.
In her lust, she managed to place her other hand down to where his was and slid it between her legs, guiding his fingers to rub her clit.
"Mmm hmm," she moaned as he let his hand do what she wanted it to. She tipped her head back, resting the side of her face against his cheek, closing her eyes and reveling in the amazing pleasure that was washing away all other thought and insecurity.
"You like when I touch you?" He said against her cheek, nipping her jawline.
"Yes," she sighed and then guiltily realized for a moment that he was doing all the work, however she wasn't about to remedy that or point it out to him. All she had to do was lay there and bask in pleasure as he had his way with her. It surprised her once again how gentle he had been with her. She had not had to remind him to not hurt her.
He licked the side of her neck up to her ear, nipping the earlobe and sucking on it when she cried out.
As he continued to move into her at a fairly slow pace, he could not help but appreciate her that much more. Rather than mocking him for his lack of experience she let him do as he pleased, let him explore her body at his leisure.
Their first encounter had felt almost rushed to him. He had wanted to take his time and figure her and her body out. Learn what she liked and what she didn't like, in turn he allowed her to do the same with him and soon it became a competition of sorts to see who could outlast the other in terms of reaching completion.
She was fast becoming an addiction.
"Faster," she said between gasps and moans.
He smirked wickedly at her and deliberately slowed his pace down to almost agonizingly slow. He had learned that she did not like to be teased during their coupling any more than he did and so began another round of tormenting her, which he thoroughly enjoyed.
"Vegeta," she whined.
"Hmmn?" He grunted as he kept his slow pace going, though knew he would burst in the matter of moments.
"Please," she cried.
"Please what?" He teased, halting his movements all together.
"Don't stop," she protested.
"Why not?"
"Because,"
"Because why?" He teased, nipping her ear again.
"Because I'm,"
"You want to come?" He asked wickedly.
"Yes,"
“You didn't have enough last night?"
"No,"
"Insatiable wench," he growled as he began to move slowly into her again, his fingers rubbing against her clit.
"Asshole Saiyan," she countered, loving him and hating him at the same time. Never had she had to work so hard for her own release or to bring her partner to his release as she had in the several times she and Vegeta had had sex last night. It was a vicious game they were both playing; it was exhilarating and exhausting. It wasn't just sex. They were both constantly trying to out do the other. Normally she would have decided it took too much effort, she just wanted to bask in the mind numbing pleasure of release, but the high she got from the release as he teased her wickedly almost the entire time, was worth it tenfold, she thought.
She yelped as she came. He thrust into her a few more times before he allowed his own release to claim him fully.
He rested his head on the back of her shoulder, his breath tickling down her back and spine as he lay there several moments before moving himself off of her.
Bulma looked at him a moment and was going to ask him his plans for the day when his stomach growled. “Hungry?” she asked.
“Very,” he answered, his forearm draped lazily across his eyes.
She looked at him a few moments longer before rolling out of bed and going to find her cell phone that would be in one of her pants pockets. She pulled it out and looked at it.
6:07 am.
Instead of feeling exhausted, she felt energized, refreshed. She wasn't sure what he had done to her, well he had kept her up half the night that was one thing he had done; not that she minded, but she felt like she could run a marathon or conquer the world.
She turned and watched as he crawled out of bed as well. A thought crossed her mind. A wicked, nasty little thought...
Bulma knew she was more than likely pushing her luck, but what the hell? How often did this happen? She was happy and high on herself with a confidence she'd never known she had before. They had barely exchanged more than a few words since they'd ended up in bed together. It was amazing to her how easily they communicated their wants and needs and to one another by means of only touching and the odd grunt or moan of approval. He had explored every inch of her body with his mouth and hands. Never had she felt so beautiful!
And she couldn't put her finger on what exactly it was either! Yamcha had always complimented her on her looks and had treated her well yet Vegeta hadn't spoken a word and here he had made her feel like a million dollars just with the intense way he looked at her and the way he touched her. Surprisingly she hadn't once had to remind him to be gentle with her. For a man as rough around the edges and strength driven as he was, he certainly didn't seem to mind that she was on the complete opposite end of the spectrum. She swallowed hard as she watched him. She knew right now that she was in big trouble, that she had fallen big time and that he was going to be the death of her.
"What?" He grunted as he noticed her looking at him.
"Nothing," she said shaking her head, dismissing any negative thoughts from her mind. For the moment he was all hers and so she would take full advantage of that. “I just wanted to know if you wanted to spend the day with me.”
“We spent the entire evening together,” he stated. “What point would there be in wasting an entire day away?”
She groaned inwardly to herself, remembering how clueless he was about everything. Here it was, the brutal rebuff and mocking from him that she was hoping to skip, apparently whatever spell she’d had on him had worn out the moment she exited his bed. Instead of feeling defeated though, she decided to persist. “There would be no point, really I guess, but it might be fun, you know Fun? Like ha ha haa?”
He stood there a moment, frowning at her with his arms crossed. She wasn’t sure if that was a good sign or not. She decided it was a good sign since it looked like he was actually considering it instead of just blowing her off.
“You know what?” she asked quickly. “I don’t have to go into work today. I will go downstairs, whip up a nice breakfast for you. Go take a shower and meet me in my room in say a half an hour?” she said hopefully. She couldn’t believe she was actually doing this. Blowing off work to hopefully continue a sex marathon with a guy who didn’t believe in taking days off from his training for any reason.
He looked at her long and hard for several more moments as he considered her offer. It didn’t seem bad. Food and the possibly more sex with the woman. He had enjoyed himself immensely last night, he reasoned. However he still needed to train. He still needed her to fix the gravity room and catch up on lost time from yesterday. Though the hopeful look on her face and her naked body standing right there in front of him was cracking his resolve.
“I suppose I could set aside some time,” he agreed. “You still need to make those repairs to the gravity room, Woman. You promised.”
“I’ll have it fixed,” she nodded. “Alright, well see you in my room in thirty minutes.” She said, pulling her top back on.
Vegeta disappeared into the bathroom and she quickly finished dressing herself and slipped out of his bedroom after taking a quick peek down the hall to make sure her parents weren’t nearby. She did not feel like fielding a bunch of questions.
Bulma quickly raced down the hall and into her bedroom. She made a quick phone call to the lab, letting them know that she was not well and to not expect her today; she felt a slight twinge of guilt at her little lie and the reasons but then dismissed it, reasoning that she never called in sick even when she was sick and that she was entitled to a day to herself. She could not even remember the last time she had taken a vacation.
She threw her clothes in the hamper and scurried around her bedroom, throwing any dirty laundry on the floor into the hamper as well, straightening it out as quickly as she could before running into her bathroom, hoping to get in a quick shower herself to freshen up. As she let the water warm up she cringed at her appearance. Her skin was dull, her hair was a mess, of course; but not only that, she realized that she had to have been a mess last night!
She looked at herself and was mortified to discover that she could not remember the last time she had shaved her legs or bikini area! Not that she looked like an amazon woman, she was never one for allowing herself to go that long without routine maintenance but still! Of all the days for Vegeta to have decided to make a move on her it had to be the week she’d been focused solely on her work in the lab, trying to complete several projects in a short time and so had looked unkempt and frumpy?
After taking a record breaking short shower, she brushed her teeth, put on some mascara and a tinted moisturizer and combed her wet hair up into a neat bun on top of her head. She then put on some delicate scented body lotion and chose a racy matching set of lacy pink underwear to wear underneath a black Juicy Couture velour track suit.
She then walked quickly to do a once over in the small bonus room attached to her bedroom. There was a sectional and large flat screen tv mounted on the wall with surround sound. A small kitchenette and fridge. She was happy to see the fridge was still stocked with her favorite wine but her mood somewhat clouded over when she noticed that it was also full of Yamcha’s favorite beer as well.
Bulma closed the fridge and looked around the small room. She hadn’t been in here since before she and Yamcha broke up, she realized. She had just thrown herself into her work and hadn’t made much time for herself and when she had made time to watch tv it was always in the family room. She shrugged and threw away a few stray wrappers and tidied up a bit. She and Yamcha used to spend lots of time in here just hanging out.
She went to the dvd cabinet and skimmed over the movies and noticed that most of them were crime dramas and cheesy ‘90’s action movies; Yamcha loved all those rediculous movies. So did she, but she made sure she owned all of them. It wasn’t uncommon for them to have a Nicholas Cage or John Travolta cheese fest marathon. She wasn’t sure what Vegeta would like and she wasn’t sure if he even liked beer, but decided to worry about that later. Who knows, he may even decide to ditch on her. She sure hoped not, but it would not surprise her.
With one last glance, she exited her room to go down the kitchen. He mother should be up by now and would have started on breakfast already.
“Good morning, sweetie,” her mother greeted.
“Hi, Mom,” she said as she began stocking a plate of eggs, toast and bacon. “I’m going to have breakfast upstairs today if that’s alright. Let Dad know that Vegeta needs his gravity room fixed and that I just need to, umm, take a personal day.”
“Alright, hun,” her mother nodded. “Are you sure that will be enough food for Vegeta as well?”
Bulma felt her face redden in embarrassment. What was she going to say? She knew her mom wasn’t so dense as to not know what had taken place last night or why she was staying in today. She decided that there was no sense denying it. “I’ll come back down for more food,”
“Alright,” her mother said, handing her a breakfast tray with fruits and two glasses of orange juice on it.
“Please don’t tell dad,” she said quickly, placing the plate of eggs, toast and bacon on the tray.
“Oh, don’t worry, dear. I won’t say a word.” She said giggling. “Oh, to be young again! Just make sure you two don’t have too much fun, now!”
“Mom!” she sighed in embarrassment before leaving. “I’ll be back for some coffee and more food in a bit, okay?”
Bulma rushed out of the kitchen, leaving her mother there to dwell on whatever inappropriate thoughts she may have. She did not want to be teased about her one night stand with Vegeta and she sure hoped that her mother wouldn’t tease Vegeta about it the next time she saw him.
She slowly crept into her room, half relieved that he wasn’t there yet and somewhat alarmed. Maybe he was standing her up? She decided to run back downstairs quickly to get some coffee; she needed coffee. Coffee was good.
When she made it back to her room without incident, she relaxed somewhat.
She set breakfast down in her den room on the small coffee table and sat down to wait. She looked at the clock.
6:40am.
Maybe he isn’t coming, she thought to herself. She sipped her coffee and waited, silently contemplating the events of last night. She could barely believe it had even happened. Had it actually happened? Did I actually have sex with Vegeta last night?
She brought her knees up to her chest as she sat on the couch, clutching her coffee mug with both hands. She felt a slight weave of guilt wash through her. What the hell had she been thinking? She had spent the night with an antisocial, former homicidal alien prince. She hoped he wasn’t homicidal anymore, anyway. Even if he wasn’t a bad guy anymore, she thought to herself, that didn’t change that he’d been evil to the core. He had been responsible for Yamcha’s death. Well, sort of.
She had watched it on the television. It had been horrible! Yamcha had fought one of those green things Vegeta and his companion Nappa had brought with them and had died. To this day, Yamcha blamed Vegeta for his death, although Vegeta hadn’t actually physically killed him, he had commanded the Sibamen to kill the Earth’s warriors and had stood by as a spectator and let it all happen. That wasn’t good. However, she reasoned, he hadn’t actually done it himself and so she couldn’t hold Yamcha’s death against him forever.
She remembered even thinking when she had seen Vegeta on the television she’d had a fleeting thought that if she hadn’t known that he had come to destroy her friends and the planet, she would have thought he was quite handsome. Now after having him live in her home for over a year, she thought him more than just handsome. He had become nearly irresistible to her, a guest in her recent dreams and fantasies.
She had kind of assumed he was off limits. Well, he should have been off limits to her, not even someone she should have considered getting romantically involved with. How had this happened? She wondered. And what happens now?
She remembered him blatantly telling her that if they hooked up it didn’t mean anything. She had believed him, but hadn’t really cared at the time. She had been so caught up in the moment that he could have said anything to her and she would have agreed. Now here she was not sure if she should be regretting her actions or not. She didn’t feel like she did. No, if anything she was hoping with every fiber of her being that he wouldn’t ditch out on her this morning. She tried to tell herself that it was alright if he did, that it would be a good thing and help her get her head screwed back on straight.
After all, what type of future could she and Vegeta really have together? All they did was bicker and argue. They really didn’t have that much in common. None of her friends would accept him into the inner circle, so it wasn’t like she could ever be seen in public with him or bring him out to get-togethers at Roshi’s or barbeques with the other Z fighters. It just wouldn’t work. What would they think of her if they knew?
She thought long and hard on it. Who said they had to know?
It wasn’t like she saw all of them all the time anymore. Everyone was out training to beat these stupid androids. There wasn’t anything she could do to help. She had been forgotten and left behind by all of them and her boyfriend had let this Baseball career and the temptation of groupies sour their relationship. She didn’t have anyone and she was more than lonely. The way she saw it, her contribution to the fight against the androids was the gravity room and giving Vegeta a place to stay. They may need him in this war with the androids. Therefore she had taken it upon herself to provide him with a home and proper training facility and give him anything he needed to succeed in reaching his goal and she did it gladly. That was all anyone needed to know. They didn’t have to know that she and Vegeta were possibly having an affair.
Well, she didn’t know if it could be classified as an affair per say, but no one needed to know that they’d hooked up. She snickered to herself. No one would believe it anyway. All Vegeta cared about was training and beating Goku. If she told anyone that Vegeta had given her a night of the best sex she’d ever had they would think she’d lost it. She still couldn’t quite believe it herself.
Not only had he given her the best night of her life, but he had opened up somewhat to her. She had learned more about him in one night than she had in an entire year and a half living with the guy. Though, she reasoned, sex had a way of doing that.
She still could not believe that she’d been his first! What were the odds of that? After she had found that out, she had felt really bad for being so pushy during their first romp. However, for a guy who was supposedly inexperienced, he had been amazing. After they had napped for a little while, he had woken her up, wanting to have her again. She giggled now at the memory of it.
Of course, she had been more than alright with it, but this time she had completely let him take the lead and do what he wanted. She had learned that he was quite observant and in tuned to her responses and a very fast learner. If she indicated to him that she liked something, she never had to tell or ask him again. Unless the asshole had decided to turn it into a game and deliberately withheld from her, which she learned he loved doing just to piss her off. Even in the throes of passion they had found a way to turn that into a war. It aggravated her and frustrated her.
She sighed deeply to herself and looked at the clock again.
4:48am.
Who was she kidding? She thought dejectedly, of course he wasn’t going to take a day off to spend with her just because they’d had a night of amazing sex together. Did she forget who she was dealing with? She decided she should just be happy for what she did get and hope that maybe he would seek her out again sometime. She certainly wouldn’t be opposed to that.
Little did she know, Vegeta was standing outside her bedroom door contemplating on entering or not. He knew she was there waiting for him, he could sense her.
He wasn’t sure why he was here, he had training to do. Even if the gravity room was disabled, there were other things he could do to train. Once, he had gone out into the middle of the ocean and trained deep down there. It wasn’t as effective as the graviton, but it would do in a pinch. He had killed a few sharks for amusement too. He could do that today, he decided. Or head into the mountains and blow a few things up where no one would notice or be injured.
He was just about to turn heel and leave to go and do that when his stomach growled. Maybe he could eat breakfast with the woman first and then leave? He thought to himself. Though he was worried that now that they had participated in the things they had last night that things with her may be awkward now between them. He knew he had told her to not expect anything more from him than sex before they had finally taken the plunge, but now he wasn’t sure if she would still remember that or still find a way to hold him to it. From what he had learned, the female race on this planet expected a lot from the male once they had become intimate. He supposed he could have chosen a worse candidate if the woman expected more from him.
He shook his head and growled at himself. He had been forward and on no uncertain terms had let her know his intentions clearly that there was nothing more between them and she had agreed. That was that, and he was hungry. He would join the woman for breakfast and then leave to train until his gravity simulator was fixed. If she was hurt by his actions or expecting anything more from him on an emotional level, that was completely her own fault. Not his.
Vegeta turned the knob of her bedroom door and walked in and closed the door quietly. She popped out from another room to the left of her large bedroom.
“Hey,” she greeted almost shyly. He could tell be the look of surprise on her face that she hadn’t expected him to show. “Would you like some coffee? I brought some up for us.” She said, disappearing in the small room and coming back out with a cup of black coffee for him, just the way he liked it.
He nodded before taking a sip, eyeing her closely. She looked pretty, not wearing too much make up. He noticed that she had showered as well and smelled of perfumes and shampoo. He wondered why she had done that. Had she been repulsed by his scent all over her? He himself had showered, but only to wash away the remnants of sticky sweat. He had not coated himself with artificial scents, in fact he could still smell her on his skin and liked it. If he closed his eyes, he could remember what she felt like, writhing underneath him. He shook his head, trying to dismiss those thoughts before dwelling on them made him hard again.
“Take a seat,” she said to him, interrupting his line of thought, at which he was grateful. She offered him a plate piled high of breakfast she had taken from down stairs and placed a glass of orange juice and a bowl of fruit in front of him on the ottoman.
The hungry Saiyan grunted in acknowledgement and dug into his breakfast. All other thought banished at the moment.
“Would you like to watch a movie?” she asked hopefully once he appeared to be about half way done his meal.
He shrugged in response.
“What do you like?” she asked, getting up to go to the dvd library. “I have action and adventure, drama, a few comedies. Oh, even a couple of horror flicks. I’ll assume any kind of romantic comedy is out of the picture; don’t worry I won’t do that to you. Ummm, there’s a few biopics and documentaries here too. What would you like to watch?”
Vegeta finished his coffee and set the cup down on the table, contemplating on what to do next. Should he stay or should he go? He really wasn’t sure. Part of him wanted to get the hell out, this was too “normal” a setting for him. The other part of him was curious as to what she had planned and so that side won out. He could train later, he conceited.
“I do not care. You choose something.” He said, reaching for the bowl of fruit.
Bulma hummed to herself as she tried to narrow down her choices. Comedy was out. Drama too, she decided as she didn’t want his attention completely focused off of her. She pulled out a few cheesy action movies and a couple of horror movies and held them out for him. “Pick one.”
He eyed the four movies and shrugged. “I do not care; as it is, I am wasting my time in not going to train. If I am going to humor you and remain here, choose something entertaining.”
She sighed and turned back to her Dvd case. What would Vegeta find “entertaining” she wondered? She wanted to choose something quick too before he lost his patience and changed his mind and left once he was finished his breakfast. “Aright, how about this one?” she said, plunking a movie in the player. “It’s called Predator. It’s based on a viscous alien coming to Earth. It’s really violent and has lots of blood and stuff, and I haven’t watched it in a while,” she announced sitting down next to him. That was actually Yamcha’s movie, she remembered. She would have to go through her collection and give them back to him. Some of these movies were among his favorites, this one ranking as one of the highest. “He’s even scarier and deadlier than you are.”
Vegeta snorted in distain as he placed the empty bowl back on the table. “There is no other alien race out there to be more fearsome or deadlier than me now that Frieza is no more,” he scoffed.
“Just watch it. You might find it entertaining.”
“I doubt it,”
“Well, maybe you can tell me if these things really exist?” she said with interest. “I think they’re pretty scary; not to mention not nearly as handsome as you are.”
He gave her a quick side glance, but said nothing as the movie started.
The movie finally finished and had Vegeta actually laughing at its ridiculousness of it. Bulma could not remember actually seeing him laugh. She had heard him smirk and scoff and snort in amusement but an actual laugh? She could not recall. He had laughed throughout the whole thing as though she had put in a comedy for him to watch.
“So you liked it then?” she asked as the credits began to roll.
“It amused me,” he confirmed.
“Well, there’s a few other movies based on the same creature. We can watch those if you want?” she offered, getting up to find them. “There’s Predators, which is the newest one. I really like this one. It’s with a bunch of humans getting dumped on the Predator’s planet; that one’s my favorite actually.”
“Now that I would like to watch,” he snorted. “Of course the humans win, correct?”
“Of course!”
He shook his head. “Not in a real situation they would not. They barely won in this one we just watched! And it was highly unlikely.”
“No one beats Arne tho.” She shrugged.
“What’s an Arne?”
“Arnold Schwarzenegger.” She answered. The main actor in the movie. He was a big deal back in the ‘80’s and ‘90’s.”
“That is the best warrior your planet has to offer?” he deadpanned.
“No, he’s not a warrior.” Bulma answered. “I mean, he plays a warrior or a hero in his movies usually. But he isn’t actually a real warrior. Just a body builder.”
Vegeta shook his head. “I knew he was a fake.” He said.
“Well of course it’s fake, Vegeta.”
“Show me something not fake then,” he said. “Show me something real.”
“Something real?” she asked. “I don’t have anything “real”. At least nothing that you would find entertaining. Unless you want to watch The Real Housewives of West City? I have the first season around here somewhere. You know they asked my Momma to be in it and she declined?”
“No!” Vegeta answered quickly, knowing which program she was referring to. “I have seen enough of that rubbish in passing when your mother watches it in the other room and should she ever agree to such a thing, I will destroy anyone who comes in to my living space with the intention of documenting me.”
“Yea, we figured as much.” She sighed. “Truth be told, we get enough trouble with the media following us around. The thought of it being full time wasn’t very appealing.”
“Find another show, Woman or I will find something useful to occupy my time.”
Bulma smiled at him. Was he actually admitting to choosing to stay here and watch another movie with her over training? She pulled out Braveheart. “This is as real as it’s going to get. It’s a reenactment of a war our planet had. It happened a few hundred years ago, but the British were oppressing the Scottish. So it’s about the Scottish revolt. It’s a really good movie, but it’s really brutal.”
“Play it.” he commanded. “Your planet is still intact. It could not have been that bad.”
She rolled her eyes and put the movie in. “Do you want more food?” she asked. He grunted affirmatively, and she headed downstairs.
Thankfully, neither of her parents were present. She grabbed the remaining leftovers from breakfast, stacking them all on a single plate. She also grabbed a few glasses and a pizza delivery menu for later on in hopes that things would continue along as they were.
Bulma went back into the bonus room in her bedroom and saw him watching the movie, his feet out on the ottoman, his arms up behind his head. She could not get over how “normal” he looked! He looked just like any average guy! It was weird seeing him like that.
She put the food down on the other side of the ottoman for him and he took the whole thing for himself, devouring it as he watched the movie. When he was finished, he put the plate back on the ottoman and Bulma took this as her chance. She grabbed a blanket and sat herself right next to him, curling herself into his warm, hard form.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“I’m cold,” She said innocently, snuggling into his side. “And this part is really disturbing.”
“You’ve seen it.” he objected.
“I know, but it makes me sad,” she shrugged, resting her head on his shoulder.
He did not say anything, but allowed her to remain. Truth be told, he actually did not mind her close presence. He had been wondering what the etiquette was. He wanted her again. It was the only reason he had agreed to sit through another one of these things, however, this one wasn’t too bad so far, however if nothing more happened by the end of this, he would resume his training for the day.
“He is a fool for allowing himself for such an open weakness,” he said as they watched the movie in silence.
“He loves her though,” she countered.
“It is a weakness,” He said again, nodding to the tv. “And he is being much too obvious in his affections towards the woman.”
As the movie played out and the situation went from bad to worse, Bulma wrapped her arm around his waist and his her face in the crook of his neck when the English soldier executed William Wallace’s wife. When she knew it was done, she turned her face back to the screen but kept her arms around his lean waist. She looked up at him a moment and could not believe how unaffected he was by that whole scene.
“What?” he grunted.
“You,” she said. “That’s like the most horrible thing ever and you just sit there like it’s nothing.”
“It happens,” he shrugged. “That is why a warrior does not allow himself the luxury of having a mate. It is an open weakness. Do you know how many mates and families I have destroyed simply because I knew who they belonged to?”
They were both silent and for a long moment there was nothing but awkwardness there between them. “Right,” Bulma nodded, a cold reminder of who she was snuggling on the couch with crashed down around her. “But you never meant to do that, right? You were just-”
“I did what whatever was required of me to gain the upper hand by any and all means possible,” he cut her off. “Do not forget who I am. Just because I reside here and do not choose to wreak havoc on this planet and because I bedded you does not change who I am or my past. There are things that I have done that you cannot even begin to fathom. I did not hesitate to doing them, question the morality behind it or even regret it until I was killed and brought back here.
“Do not make me out to be a victim of my circumstances. I was fully aware and very cognizant of my actions.” He said firmly to her. Half of him, the common sense side was hoping that she would leave, running in fear at his comment now that he had reminded her about who he really was and end this little infatuation she seemed to have for him. It wasn’t smart. The other half of him wanted her to stay; needed her to stay. He did not understand why he would want such a thing; he never had much use for companions. They annoyed him; even this woman annoyed him half the time!
Bulma continued to look at him with a strange look that he could not place. This was it; she was going to leave. Oh well, he thought in dismay. Last night had been a good distraction, but he needed to get his priorities back in line.
Instead, she surprised him; she didn’t leave. She reached up and cupped the side of his face, turning him to face her. She looked at him long and hard, before kissing him on the mouth carefully and slowly. “And I am very cognizant of my actions and who I am sitting with,” she whispered against his mouth.
She wasn’t quite sure what she was doing. What was wrong with her? She should be leaving this situation, not encouraging him. He was dangerous and unpredictable; and completely sexy… Even though she knew this was stupid on her part, she was walking on thin ice and she knew it but damn it felt so good; it was exciting and God, she wanted him!
He leaned in to kiss her back, wrapping his left arm around her waist, pulling her into his lap as he kissed her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing herself closer against him as she deepened the kiss. He unzipped the front of her hoodie, revealing her pink lacy underwear to him.
He growled appreciatively as she shrugged out of the jacket and let it fall to the floor. She leaned forward into him and he buried his nose in her cleavage. She kissed his forehead as his mouth began to explore her half exposed mounds.
Before she could think, he tore the front, allowing her breasts to bounce freely from their obstruction. “Hey!” she objected. “That was an expensive bra!”
“Then know not to bother next time with frivolous garments.” He said against her skin just before he took her right breast into his mouth; his tongue swirling around the nipple, making it stand erect when he was done.
“Ahh,” she breathed, reaching down and pulling his shirt up. He let her breast go for a moment so she could pull the garment over his head, tossing it behind her to join her jacket.
She took the opportunity to stand up and ditch her pants as well, leaving herself in only the matching pink panties. He reached for her, pulling her back into his lap; groaning as she began to grind her hips into his.
After several minutes of this, he managed to awkwardly slide his pants off, letting them fall to his ankles. He was about to tear away her panties, when she stopped him, sliding them off to the side and lowered herself slowly onto his cock.
She bit her lower lip and moaned at the sensation as she began to ride him slowly. He leaned back and watched her move over him, his eyes wide, taking in her movements and the way her breasts bounced as she moved on top of him. He placed his hands on her hips and allowed her to choose the pace.
With every downward motion of hers, he thrust himself up deep into her, hitting the right spot inside of her, that she knew she would meet her release soon. She bent forward and kissed him longingly. His hands squeezed her bum tightly as he spilled himself into her. She leaned forward, against his chest, resting her cheek in the crook of her neck.
He moved his hands up, placing them on her hips and rubbing them tenderly up the sides of her back in an almost comforting motion as he caught his breath.
A loud battle cry erupted from behind her on the large screen tv, the movie having been completely forgotten about. She sat up and looked over her shoulder a moment, seeing a lineup of angry Scottish warriors mooning the British king and his soldiers. “Now that’s hot,” she sighed, stifling a giggle.
He leaned slightly to the side to see what she was commenting on and frowned. “Barbarians,” he muttered.
“Ha! You’re one to talk,” she laughed at him. “You’re idea of coming onto me was the throwing me over your shoulder and dumping me on the floor and then proceeded to tell me all about your bad qualities.”
“It worked, didn’t it?” he replied with a shrug and smug look on his face.
“Uh huh,” she huffed, leaning forward and nipping him playfully on the tip of his nose before leaving his lap. She pulled her panties back in place and walked away from him after picking up her tracksuit on the floor. “I’ll be right back.”
She went to the washroom quick and cleaned herself up a bit before coming back out. She grabbed them both a beer and plunked herself back on the couch next to him. “I know it’s not quite noon yet, but what the hell, hey?” she said, handing him a beer.
He took it from her and drank it quickly. “Not bad,” he commented, putting the bottle on the carpet next to him. She took a few more sips from it and handed hers to him. She was never a huge beer drinker.
As the movie continued and they watched it together in companionable silence, she leaned in next to him and rested her head on his shoulder. She felt him tense up a moment but he did not move in an effort to make her move or say anything and a moment later, he relaxed; much to her delight.
How weird is this? She mused to herself. She was so happy in that moment that she decided to stop analyzing and dwelling on it because he may decide to get up and walk at any given moment; but she wished so bad that she knew what he was thinking. Was he content just lazing about with her right now as she was? She assumed so, it wasn’t like Vegeta to go along with just anything in an effort to spare someone’s feelings. Well, not the Vegeta that she knew. However the Vegeta she knew had shagged her senselessly all last night and a few times this morning and was happily chilling with her on her couch. I was almost like something out of the Twilight Zone.
Was this some kind of residual after effect from possible brain damage he had maybe sustained from the gravity room incident all those months back? Maybe the full extent of the trauma was only just making itself known now? That was one possibility.
In any event, she dozed off while her mind went around in circles and at some point so did he.
They both awoke some time later; the movie long over that the movie was back on to the main menu playing the same music over and over again.
She made a quick call to the pizza delivery people, ordering several large pizzas in a variety of combinations. When it arrived, the pizza delivery guy had called her cell like she had asked and she snuck downstairs quickly, avoiding her parents at all costs.
Bulma decided on which movies to watch, alternating between the most cheesy action flicks she had and a few horror movies she could tolerate without jumping out of her skin. However, she found that Vegeta seemed to prefer tearing the special effects and goriness of the horror films up in amusement and somehow she found them to be not quite so scary after that.
During one of them, he had let something slip about life on Frieza’s ship and time with the disciplinary committee being a whole lot worse than the plot and some of the scenarios depicted in Hostel; much to her horror. She had found herself completely unable to concentrate on the movie after that, wondering just what exactly had been the extent of his life experiences before he found his way here and if he would ever let her in enough to share his past with her.
After three more movies and several heated make out sessions and a bunch of fooling around later, the day was gone and they decided it was time to turn in for the night
Bulma stood up and stretched before walking up to him and offered her hand out.
He raised an eyebrow at her but took her hand and she led him into his en suite bathroom, turned on the shower. They both quickly shed their clothing and she stepped in first, pulling him in with her.
She leaned her naked form into him and kissed him on the lips a few times before grabbing some soap and began to lather him up and wash him; her hands going all over him, not missing an inch.
He stood there and watched her in amusement, the memory of his shower just yesterday afternoon coming back to mind. Just over a day prior to right now he had been wondering what it would be like to have her hands run all over his body. It was better than he had imagined and he did not fail to notice how she seemed to appreciate his flawless physique rather than being put off by the many scars that marred his body. "I see you've finally learned your place, servant woman." He said jokingly.
"Whatever, pal." She snorted and brought her soapy hand down and around his member and began tugging on him.
He growled at her in his need and she snickered at him.
She continued her torture, lathering up his thighs and balls, he certainly was a magnificent sight to behold. "God must have broken the mold after he made you," she murmured more thinking out loud to herself than anything.
"What mold?" He asked, frowning.
"It’s an expression," she said looking at the clueless look on his face. "Like if you believe in a creator who made all things what I meant was if there is, he used a mold to create us and he uses it over again to duplicate the same result. Anyway, in your case, he broke it so there's no one else like you out there." She explained.
"What a stupid concept," he scoffed. "Of course there is no one else like Me out there. I am the only prince of the Saiyan race and the only other Saiyans out there are that idiot clown Kakarott and his half breed son."
Bulma shook her head; he had totally missed the point. Maybe not such a bad thing, seeing as it was probably the cheesiest thing she had ever said to a guy. "Never mind," she sighed. "I really don't want to be thinking of Goku and Gohan right now anyway."
"Agreed." He grunted and began washing away the soap.
With that she backed away from him, leaned against the wall opposite him and began lathering herself up slowly with soap. She caressed herself and moaned suggestively as her hands played with her breasts for a moment. She had to suppress a giggle at the heated look on his face as she squeezed her ample mounds; he was definitely a boob guy she decided.
She decided to move on and brought her hands down to her nether regions, washing herself but caressing her woman parts sensually. She closed her eyes and exhaled as she let the tingling feelings of pleasure begin to accumulate; her center becoming warm with her own arousal. As she continued to rub herself with one hand and her breast with the other. She opened one eye to take a peek at her observer and nearly doubled over in laughter at the look of shock he was giving her. He looked as though he did not know if he should be turned on or disgusted by her display.
“What?” she asked playfully.
“You are a very lewd creature.” He said to her.
“I don’t think so,” she said innocently as she continued to touch herself in front of him. “I am thinking of you touching me.”
He smirked at her, “Really?”
“Uh huh,” she nodded as she kept up her little show for him.
He watched her a moment, a look of heat driven lust in his eyes, unsure if he should continue to spectate or jump in and assist her. He found himself quite mesmerized by her and what she was doing.
She finally stopped and came up to him, wrapping her arms around him and kissing him; she could feel his arousal, standing proud and thick, pressing against her belly between them. She reached down and began to stroke him firmly with purpose. He brought his hands up, dancing them up her sides before cradling her face in his hands and kissed her.
She smiled against his mouth as she continued to stroke him. She trailed kisses along up his sharp jaw line and down his neck, sucking, kissing and licking him; she slowly made her way down his neck and across to his collar bone and shoulder.
He sighed as he let her mouth, fingers and hands worship his body. She continued to trail her mouth across his chest, sucking on his nipple briefly before continuing on again, further downwards. She let his manhood go and knelt down in front of him. Her hands travelled back up along his perfect abdomen and she kissed him, bringing her hands down further, she brought one of her hands around behind him, and groped his firm ass.
Finally she looked up at him and smiled, biting her lower lip briefly before taking his member back in her hand. Before he knew what she had planned, she took him into her mouth as deeply as she could.
He choked in shock and braced the wet tiled wall with his left hand to hold himself up and rested his other hand on the top of her head as she continued; bobbing her head back and forth. Her one hand gently gripping his balls as she worked the rest of him over with her mouth.
Instead of stopping her, he let her continue, giving into the unbelievably wonderful sensation he was experiencing. He had always previously thought it to be the most vulgar way to achieve a release from another being. The only thing more debased than oral sex was wasting time doing it yourself. He had always been sickened by the stories Nappa and Raditz had told him growing up. They had laughed and told stories of finding women while on purging missions and forcing them to perform oral sex in exchange for their lives. Though they never did spare them once the deed was done and once they made it back onto the ship they would laugh about their encounters.
That was all he knew of oral sex. And the other he forced out of his mind, having walked in on one of them pleasuring themselves shamelessly one too many times. He had always thought himself above them anyway, if for no other reason than his title alone; never mind that he had by far surpassed them both in strength by the time he had been six or seven years of age. Yes, Nappa had been appointed to watch over him but he had never had an amount of respect for the bald brute nor that of the long haired third class warrior who had survived alongside them.
They had mocked his disinterest in such desires, but he had not cared. His only goal had been to make himself strong enough to beat Frieza as a way to gain his father’s approval until he had found out his planet no longer existed and that Nappa, Raditz and himself were the only ones left. Once that had happened, his only focus had been on training. Training so that he could free himself and do as he pleased.
He dismissed those thoughts; now was most definitely not the time or the place to be rehashing those old unpleasant memories.
Not when he had a beautiful woman who actually wanted him and was giving him the most amazing pleasure he had ever experienced by choice. It amazed him, actually. Never would he have thought anyone would willingly do this to another.
She mover her hand that was on his butt cheek up somewhat for better leverage and accidentally brushed her fingers across the scar on his tailbone where his tail had been. He growled loudly, gritting his teeth. She quit what she was doing for a moment. “Sorry,” she said.
He took her hand and moved it back to where it had been on his scar and moaned as her fingers touched it again. “So that was a good growl?” she asked triumphantly.
“Hmmn,” he grunted. She smirked up at him and took him into her mouth again, moving quickly over him, alternating her one hand between pulling carefully on his testicles and stroking his length and making sure to rub his tail scar with her other hand. Good thing I’m good at multitasking, she thought to herself proudly.
Bulma continued on with the task at hand for a few more moments before removing her hand that was fondling his jewels and brought it between her own legs to stroke herself.
Vegeta looked down at her, missing the contact for a moment but then savoring the sight of the blue haired woman kneeling before him pleasuring herself as she pleasured him. He groaned as he felt his climax begin to take hold of him. He grabbed her by her elbow, hauling her up to his level and kissed her deeply, placing her hand back on to his manhood to finish the job.
She stroked him a few more times before she felt his hot seed land on her upper thigh. She smiled against his mouth as he groaned at the pinnacle of his release. He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close to him as he kissed her within an inch of her life.
“The water is getting cold,” she murmured between kisses.
Vegeta stepped away from her to shut it off as she stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around herself quickly before she froze, watching him in all his naked glory through the mirror as he exited the shower.
He wrapped his arms around her waist from behind and she gasped as she felt a warmth quickly envelop her and within moments, she was completely dry.
“How, how did you do that?” she asked when he stepped away from her, smirking at her through the mirror.
“I raised my ki,”
“Ohh,” she nodded, feeling dumb at not picking that up on her own.
She turned herself around in his arms so that she was facing him, kissed him chastely on the lips and exited the bathroom. She was about to go and grab another pair of pajamas when he picked her up and hoisted her over his shoulder. She shrieked in surprise as he plunked her down on the bed.
Her reaction was to sit up, but he placed his hand on her chest, pushing her back down on the bed, anchoring her down. He may have dried her body off but she was still wet with want for him where it mattered. She had just given him the best orgasm yet over the last day and a half they had spent together doing nothing more than fool around and fornicate; he hadn’t thought it could get any better than what he’d experienced and now for some inexplicable reason, he wanted to do the same to her. The thought had occurred to him the night before out of curiosity; he had wanted to know how she tasted but because of his own skewed view of oral sex, he had refrained.
He sniffed her deeply, inhaling the thick, musky scent of her arousal a moment before he dug in; he licked her up the length of her womanhood in one long lap, stopping a moment to insert a finger inside of her and began to stroke her insides. She sighed deeply and moaned something positive as he brought his lips back down on her, his tongue flicking her clit several times before sucking on it carefully.
Bulma tried to sit up, but he kept his one hand up on her torso and held her down. She cried out as he continued his assault on her body. She arched her body up and bucked her hips into his face, encouraging to him to keep on what he was doing, the feeling was so intense, and she did not realize that she was closing her legs around his head. He removed his finger from inside her and pinned one of her legs down to the mattress and let her other leg linger over his shoulder.
She moaned and threaded her fingers in his hair when she felt his tongue enter her and she tried lay there and not squirm too much as she reveled in the pleasure pulsating through her body.
Vegeta knew she was close and kept up his efforts, gorging himself on her until she screamed his name at the climax of her release and he continued to suck on her center until she quit writhing somewhat. She reached for him, tugging on his shoulder and he lifted himself up to look at her.
She was able to sit up and brought her hands on either side of his face, taking note of the pleased look on his face before kissing him. She tasted herself on his lips as she kissed him. When their lips parted, she grinned at him. “Wow,” she commented, wiping away the left over wetness from the side of his mouth.
She got up off the bed, slipping into a silk lavender house coat before going back into her small tv room. She brought with her a bottle of wine and two glasses and snagged a bag of chips.
When she came back into the room, Vegeta was laying on her bed, propped up against the wall with his arms crossed, watching her closely with an unreadable expression on his face. She opened the bottle of wine, pouring them both a glass and handing it to him as she turned on the tv that was mounted on the wall above her dresser.
“Why do you have two of those?” he asked as she handed him a glass and the bag of chips.
“I don’t know,” she shrugged, crawling into bed next to him and under the covers. “So I can watch tv in here if I don’t feel like getting up and going out there?”
“Lazy wench,” he grumbled as she snuggled into his side. She handed him the remote and settled in with her head on his chest and arm around his torso.
Vegeta looked down at her and frowned. This was just too strange for him, too “normal”. It wasn’t him. What was she doing to him he wondered? He was not a domesticated family man who spent his days lazing around the house and in bed with his woman.
He couldn’t. What will be next? He wondered. Brats? Some sort of rubbish ceremonial commitment with gowns and garbage and people making a racket? Is that what she is going to expecting of me now? He wondered.
No, she couldn’t expect that of him, he reasoned. She knew who he was and what he was really like. He had told her before they began this that it meant nothing. So he had wasted a day and a half with her; a day and a half that he could have spent training but didn’t. Upon further meditation on that, he found that he didn’t mind. It had been amazing, he had enjoyed himself immensely.
Then why was he panicking now?
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