30-day Smut Challenge
Chapter 1
by Lilian
Author's Notes: Ok, I admit it. I have the B/V bug and it won't leave me alone. I saw this 30 day sex challenge somewhere, and since I've wanted to improve my smut writing for a while now, I figured 'why not?' Of course, what better couple to cut your PWP-writing teeth than the sexiest scientist and her feral Saiyan?
Basically there will be 30 short ficlets based off 30 different sex-prompts, dealing with our favorite couple's sexy hijinks. Let me know what you think! I hope I can do them justice.
Disclaimer: DBZ and all associated characters are not mine and belong to Akira Toriyama and Toei Animation.
Day 1: Celebration sex
She bit her knuckles, hoping to swallow her screams of pleasure as he lapped at her slit with abandon. Her other hand fisted in his hair, thick and black as night, and she felt him purr in response right through the walls of her pussy.
"Vegeta, please," she breathed, unable to ask for anything more. Bulma, the brightest mind of her generation, space explorer, dragon ball hunter and still, words had completely deserted her.
"Not yet," as all the response she got, a throaty grumble against the soft skin of her hip, onyx black eyes looking at her from between her thighs. She had never thought she could want somebody more, but right then, watching him lick his glistening lips covered in her juices, her knees almost gave out from under her.
He smirked, a devilish tilt to his raising eyebrow, and she did find it in herself to slap him over the head. "Asshole," she whispered, but she only meant it half-way. He barely felt it, of course, wall of muscle and bone that he was, but she saw his pupils dilate at her fiery challenge. He had always liked a challenge, this Saiyan of hers, and it was with that single-minded devotion he usually reserved for training and defeating Goku that he turned his attention back to the situation at hand.
Bulma knew that he was a man of many talents. She also knew that he was a perfectionist. But this? She had never thought he would be so good at this. Long, slow licks against her nether lips, his nose brushing against her clit, all at a maddening pace slowly driving her insane. Both her hands were in his hair now, grabbing fistfuls of it for dear life as he continued his relentless assault. The patterns he traced amidst her sensitive flesh were maddening, a mixture of long, slow licks and fast, short bursts that made her burn.
She felt his right hand move from the back of her knee, slowly, ever so slowly up her thigh, moving closer and closer to where she really wanted them to be. He was running his tongue (as muscled as anything else on him) across her pussy when his fingers joined in. Dexterous fingers that suddenly made her blood sing. His thumb brushed her clit, forcing a gasp from her clenched lips, feeling him smile against her as she arched from his touch. He rose to his full height, a perfect match for hers, his hand beginning to explore and tease below. Through half-lidded eyes Bulma watched him, reaching out for him, needing to touch, to taste, as he was doing to her.
He expertly moved out of the way, never once breaking contact with her, silently shaking his head. He leaned it to breathe her scent, right where her neck met her shoulder, and she felt the ghost of his fangs caress the tender skin there. "No," he said, his breath hot against her skin, his free hand pulling down her turtle neck. It resisted, the material unwilling to stretch that far.
He simply tore it in half.
Bulma squawked in protest, ready to lash at him for destroying her property (again), but by then his hand had already found and released the cups of her bra. Her breasts bounced free, still perky and quite full thanks to still-breast feeding Trunks. She moaned as he cupped one of them, thumb brushing against her sensitive nipples and heard him grunt in appreciation. She sagged against him, the wall behind her no longer enough, and he let her, body taut and sculpted like a Greek god.
"Bastard," she managed to say, biting her lip as he once again batted her hand away from him. "Hn," was all the answer she got, a monosyllabic response that wasn't ever a word at all. Fine. If he wanted to do all the work today, who was she to complain? But she couldn't even bring herself to care, because Vegeta was using two fingers now, thumb against her clit, and dear Kami, it WAS as good as she remembered it!
She could feel the evidence of his own arousal against her thigh, thick and pulsing, and she couldn't help herself and shifted in his grip, bringing him closer to where she really wanted him. He stopped her easily, barely a tightening on her his hand on her hip, and she shuddered. She refused to beg again, but her body betrayed her, rubbing itself against him like a cat in heat. His eyes flashed in the semi-darkness of her lab, and he grunted again, turning her to face the wall. She held her breath, hands splayed against it, bent at the waist. Yes, yes, yes! Screamed something inside her, something wild and desperate and hungry, give it to me!
Maybe he heard it, maybe he didn't, but he moved and positioned himself at her entrance. Bulma moaned loudly, unable to keep the sound in this time. His hands found her hips, a strong grip that she had only been able to re-live in nighttime fantasies, alone in her bed. He still said nothing, eerily quiet, letting his body do all the talking for him. One of his hands moved up to her upper back, palm flat against her spine, and not for the first time, Bulma felt helpless by the power it promised. Even contained and controlled like it was now, Vegeta allowing barely a slice of it to show knowing her human body could not handle it, she could feel it, warm and heavy against her left shoulder blade.
And then it wasn't just a feeling, it was really there! A warm pulse against her spine, thump, thump, thump, and she suddenly knew it was the beating of his heart. She turned her head, shimmying her ass in desperate need for him, trying to get him to just move! "What are you—" was as far as she got, before the pulse got stronger, thicker, and she knew he was pouring some of his ki into her. She had seen the Z warriors do this from time to time, but she had never expected it to happen during something like this. His brow was furrowed, eyes focused on his splayed hand still sitting on the middle of her back, and she felt his energy, his ki, flood her. It was warm, and alive, and it poured into her, a barrage of energy the likes of which she had never felt before. She gasped as it filled her, feeling Vegeta inside her although their bodies were not yet connected.
"Why?" she asked him, not understanding. For someone like her, a completely ki-null as Roshi had once dubbed her, the ebbs and flows of ki (specially his ki), were as intoxicating as wine. It did not sit still but came in waves, retreating, gathering, cresting and pounding her, a metaphysical mirroring of what they were about to do.
He simply looked at her, black eyes unreadable, tendons on his neck sticking out the only indication of just how much it took for him to not just ram himself home. And then he smiled, his first real smile she'd seen, and said: "Because of this."
And he ascended.
His ki exploded around them, changing from light blue to burning orange, warm and then hot and then burning. She cried out, shielding her eyes from the sudden explosion of light, and yet, instead of being incinerated, she felt her ki-infused body hold. When the light died down Bulma saw him standing behind her, proud and mighty and a Super Saiyan. His eyes shone teal now, green and aqua and blue, hair a flashing mane of gold. She could only stand there in awe, awe at the raw power she felt licking at her skin, at the sudden infuse of golden energy that transferred from his hand and through her back.
And then he was pushing himself inside her, and Bulma could think nothing more. Oh, Kami, it had been so long! She keened as he entered her, not fast but not slow either, his control beginning to shatter. She held onto the wall, feeling him pull back and then move back in again, his left hand on her hip holding her steady as he went.
She met him thrust for thrust, pushing back as he pushed forward, and yes, yes, with his ki flowing through her she could take everything he was giving her and more. "Vegeta, Kami, yes, Vegeta!" Her voice was carried away by the wind of his ki, but he leaned down and again buried his face in her neck. It was like behind held by thunder, sharp and scorching like a summer storm.
Bulma was lost to sensation. She couldn't think, couldn't breathe, the dual stimulation of his ki and his cock inside her too much to bear.
As if knowing she teetered on the edge of sanity, Vegeta's hand moved to her breasts again, caressing and fondling, his rhythm impeccable as he pounded into her with animal glee. He murmured something against her shoulder, too low for her to hear, and she felt the tell-tale tightening of his thighs. He reached around for her clit again, finding it easily. "Wait," she tried to tell him, trying to gather her thoughts, "if you do that I'll—"
He laughed against her ear, voice hoarse with need, and whispered: "I know."
It was enough to send Bulma over the edge. Her orgasm hit hard, like the waves she had compared his ki to, crashing down on her and tearing her down until there was nothing left. She felt him pound into her once, twice, three more times, and then he went over too, holding himself impossibly still behind and inside her, gorgeous and deadly and spent.
When she came to, she was alone in her lab. The only evidence that she had not just imaged the whole thing were her torn clothes and a distinct soreness between her legs, one that she had not felt in a while. She sat up, a bit rattled but feeling oh so energized, the last traces of his ki still swirling inside her.
"He did it," she told no one in particular, and around the empty lab, of course nobody answered, "the son of a bitch did it!" Perhaps he'd also transferred some of his own triumphant satisfaction to her along with his energy, but she felt elated, unable to sit still, wanting to run up to the very top of the Capsule building and scream it from the rooftops.
Instead, she smiled. The androids were coming today, and she was going to be there to see them get pummeled to pieces.
Grabbing her lab coat and making sure it covered her naked body, she ran out of the room, calling out for her mother: "Mom, me and Trunks are going out! It's going to be a good day today!"
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