Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Wages of Sin ❯ Chapter 3

A/N: Yes, I finally got off my lazy butt and finished this chapter! It's nothing but lemon, which may explain why it took so long! Thanks to Bardockgurl and Phantomscribe 72 for beta reading!

Disclaimer: Of course, I don't own it.

Chapter 3

The hollow thump woke Bulma. She opened her eyes, but was afraid to move until she could place the sound. A second, identical thump followed and Bulma felt the bed move as though someone had risen from it. Her heart pounding in her chest, she wondered how someone could not only have entered the room she slept in, but sat on the bed without waking her.

Bulma squinted in the dark trying to make out the figure across the room, but was unsuccessful. Whoever it was, they seemed oblivious to her presence. Hoping to catch them off guard, she quickly leaned over and groped for the bedside lamp. Unfortunately, she was also blinded by the sudden light and could only hear a snarled, "What the fuck?" It took her eyes a minute to adjust, but when they did she was shocked to see a shirtless Vegeta shielding his eyes.

"What are you doing in here?" She demanded, sitting up, it was then that she realized she was wearing nothing but her slip. With a gasp, she pulled the blankets tightly around her.

"I could ask you the same question." He growled, tossing his shirt aside as he glared at her.

"Chichi told me I could stay!"

"I was told the same thing. Which means you will have to sleep on the couch." He grabbed her clothes from the chair she had left them on before she'd gone to bed and flung them to her.

"I will not! Chichi made this room up for me! You sleep on the couch!" she tossed her clothes back at the chair.

"It's late. I'm tired and I am sleeping in that bed!" He folded his arms over his chest and glared at her, "So, woman, you have two choices. Either get out of that bed and move to the couch, or move your skinny ass over."

"I am not moving from this bed!" Bulma cried, crossing her arms and glaring back at him.

"Have it your way." He shrugged, and began unfastening his pants.

"What do you think you're doing?" Bulma wailed.

He smirked at her, "Getting ready to sleep. You didn't think I was going to sleep in my clothes, did you?"

Bulma nearly fell out of bed reaching for the light to turn it off before he finished removing his clothes. Wrapping herself tightly in the blankets, she moved as far as she could to the side of the bed. She was seriously considering giving up the bed and heading to the couch. She wasn't as concerned with sleeping in the bed as much as the principle that she was right. The bed had been offered to her first and she was not going to allow Vegeta to bully her into giving it up.

Of course, the whole `standing up for principle' idea flew out the door when he started taking off his clothes! She had been worried enough about what she might have done with Vegeta in the kitchen and now here she was allowing him to sleep next to her! Naked. No, she told herself, she didn't know for sure that he was naked. It was a big bed after all; at least she had thought so when she had first gotten into it. As she felt the opposite side compress with is weight, it suddenly seemed much, much smaller.

She moved as far over as she could without falling out of the bed. She should be fine, she told herself, and she was far enough away from him, wrapped tightly in the blankets. She shouldn't be anywhere near him and that should end all temptation! As long as she stayed away from him she wouldn't be able to see those amazing dark eyes, not to mention the temptation of having those strong arms around her again…She shook her head in an effort to clear it; she had to stop thinking like that. She snuggled further down into the blankets and closed her eyes.

Just as she was drifting off to sleep, she felt the blankets sliding off and herself rolling to the middle of the bed. She frantically tried to pull them back. "What do you think you're doing?" she cried, sitting up to glare at Vegeta.

"I'm cold. There is no reason you need all the blankets!" Vegeta snarled, tugging them away from her with more force than before.

"If you're cold put some clothes on!" she huffed, flopping back on the bed, doing her best to roll back up in the blankets which Vegeta still held.

"Does it disturb you?" Vegeta asked, a slightly amused tone in his voice.

She rolled over to face him in shock and found him closer than he'd been before. The heat from his body caused her breath to catch in her throat. The words she'd been about to speak were lost.

Vegeta trailed a finger down Bulma's naked arm, "Is that the problem here?"

Bulma swallowed hard, and avoided his eyes as she snapped, "The problem is you are not even supposed to be here! I was told I could have this bed, you should be sleeping on the couch!"

"Hmmmm," he murmured, leaning his body into hers, "I could do that, but I don't think that's what you really want." He whispered in her ear.

"And how would you know what I want?" her voice was choked.

He nudged her chin, forcing her to turn her face towards him, "I can see it in your eyes," he told her, his lips brushing against hers as he spoke.

Bulma knew she should push him away, leave the room before she did something she might regret. She was married after all, and part of her still loved Yamcha. Maybe not in the same way she once thought she did, but that didn't mean she wanted to see him hurt. She closed her eyes to block out the sight of the desire she saw in his eyes. She couldn't remember the last time she had wanted someone so badly just because of a look!

"No answer?" Vegeta sounded amused, "One word is all it takes." He trailed feather soft kisses along her jaw to her ear, "One word and I'll leave." He whispered his lips against her ear.

She turned her face toward him with every intention of telling him to leave. Instead she found her arms locking around his neck, her fingers twining in his hair as she tried to pull his mouth to hers. She felt his tongue teasing her lips, darting out brushing them softly, but disappearing before she was able to catch it. Groaning her displeasure, she tried harder to capture his lips. She rolled to her side pressing her body tight against his, wrapping her leg around his waist, grinding herself against his erection.

Vegeta moaned in response, and grabbed the back of her head, pulling her mouth to his and finally crushing her lips with his in a heated kiss. Bulma's grip on him tightened, her mouth opening under his eager for his tongue. His tongue swept through her mouth, tracing her teeth, the inside of her lips, before twining with hers. His hand released her head trailing down her body, his fingertips brushing along her neck, over her shoulder, down her arm until it was at her hip, pushing her away from his body to tug at the fabric of her slip, pulling it up her body.

Bulma moaned throwing her head back. The soft, warm feel of his fingers moving over her body, combined with the ever softer glide of the silk moving up her body, driving her insane. She pulled away; quickly pulling the slip over her head and throwing it aside, her panties were quick to follow. She heard his soft chuckle following her actions, but was too concerned with feeling his body against hers to comment. He caught her wrists as she reached for him, holding them in one hand he pulled her arms over her head, pushing her onto her back. Her fingers knotted into fists, as she felt him slowly move over her to straddle her hips. She felt a moment of panic, realizing she was at his mercy, pinned beneath him. She knew nothing about him; he could do anything to her he wanted. Her heartbeat faster, she squirmed beneath him, unsure herself whether she was trying to free herself or get closer to him. She jumped as she felt his free hand against her jaw, gently pushing her face towards his, so he could catch her mouth in another fiery kiss. She arched her back, pushing her breast into his chest as he leaned over her to kiss her.

Vegeta held back a groan. He wouldn't be able to continue taunting her if she kept pushing herself against him. He let his hand trail from her neck down her chest, until he was able to cup her breast, rolling his thumb over the nipple, savoring the way she moaned into his mouth. Bulma's nails dug into the palms of her hands, being held this way; she was unable to touch him. She arched herself into him again, as his mouth followed a similar path as his hand. Pulling away from her mouth, sucking her bottom lip with before releasing it to nip her chin. Her head fell back as his lips and tongue worked their way over her neck, along her collarbone, pausing for a moment before they closed around her other breast.

"Please." She whimpered, rubbing herself against him the best she could from her position, struggling to free her hands. She couldn't stand having her hands trapped unable to touch him, being totally at his mercy.

He smirked against her breast at her plea. Refusing to release her hands, he moved slightly, using his knee to push her legs apart. He settled himself between them, running his free hand over her stomach, as he moved his mouth to the other breast. Bulma locked her legs around his waist rubbing herself desperately against his length. She arched her back again, tilting her hips, locking her ankles behind his back, desperately trying to force him inside her. His hand was there, stopping her from succeeding. She groaned in frustration, but it quickly became a moan of pleasure as she felt him slide a finger into her. Her hips bucked against his hand, begging for more. Smirking he obliged, sliding a second finger in to join the first. Her moans increased not only in intensity, but also in volume, and he quickly covered her mouth with his to keep her from waking the entire house.

Bulma felt his grip on her wrist loosen slightly, as his attention was distracted elsewhere, and she yanked her hands free. One arm wound around his neck, while she stretched the other down to grasp his length, running her fingers over the velvety skin, before she wrapped her fingers around it. Gently squeezing and pulling him, slowly at first, but with increased speed to match the thrusts of his hand. His hips pushed against her hand, and he broke from the kiss with a moan, burying his face in her shoulder, as she ran her thumb over the tip of his erection, tracing the slit there. Bulma reached between them, grabbing his wrist pulling his hand away from her, moving his length to her entrance instead. Vegeta balanced himself on his elbows over her; she twined her arms around his back, tracing the contours of his muscles as she tightened her legs around him, arching in anticipation.

He thrust into her; both of them tensing and moaning at the sudden feel of each other. Her nails dug into his back, and he began to move slowly. She arched and shifted with each thrust, moving her hips, squeezing him in different ways, making it impossible for him to keep the slow pace he'd started. He thrust hard and fast; her hips rising to met each one, her hands moving to clutch his buttocks. The sudden urge to scream overcame her as her body tensed the waves of intense pleasure too much to keep inside. Her teeth latched onto his shoulder in a desperate attempt to keep from screaming as her orgasm washed over her. Vegeta felt her tense around him, and could hold out no longer. He moaned and spilled his seed into her, collapsing on her as he tried to catch his breath. It was a moment before he was able to roll off her; they lay next to each other as their breathing slowly returned to normal.

Bulma wordlessly reached down and tugged the blankets over her naked body. She was unsure of what this would mean, and more than a little afraid it would be nothing. Rolling so her back was to Vegeta, she willed herself to sleep. She would deal with it tomorrow….