A/N: So here's the first chapter. Thank you so much guys for your lovely responses, I feel so happy. Thank you AnkSkywalker, SaiyanPrincessBB, Lov veggie, cs2, amand1183, LVR4Trunks-n-Vegeta, Jessica, SaiyansTrueBlood, darksaiyajin95, Siddy, nikki-michelle, and the guest reviewers.

To guest reviewer: Sorry, no Tights. Only Bulma. Are you suggesting a threesome?

To SaiyansTrueBlood: Hahaha. I'm melted by your unbound, un-gagged begging.

To amand1183: IDK! I'll try. This idea started as just a one shot/one time fantasy thingy. I'm not sure how I could make it a full length story. I'm open to ideas though.

Thank you; I love you all so much. :*

Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ!

Warning: M rated for sex so kids don't read please.

Am I doing the right thing? The decisions I'm making, or made in the past, are they right? I kept asking myself as the light breeze coming through my car window did nothing to sooth my heated skin on my way to Carson City. I thought this over a lot. I didn't know what I was hoping to gain from this, well except from the amazing, mind blowing, heart stopping sex!
He was not the boyfriend type; he was not the kind of a guy that I could take to meet my parents! I mean what would I tell them? "Hey Oka-chan, Otou-chan, this is my boyfriend Vegeta. He's very nice and rich and I like him a lot. Oh! And he bangs chicks for a living! Let's eat dinner, yay!"

A lot has changed since my encounter with Vegeta. I am single now. Yamcha broke up with me.
After chichi's constant nagging I told her everything about Vegeta. As I was telling her, her eyes suddenly widened and she paled. She was looking past me. I followed her gaze and found Yamcha standing at the door of my apartment. He just stared at me; I could see the anger in his eyes trying to surface. He shouted at me in front of chichi. I only said Sorry. I didn't say anything like "it won't happen again" or "it was a mistake"; I didn't try, even a little to mend our relationship. He said he never wanted to see me again.

That was two weeks ago. I'm not sad at all…should I be? I was very close to pissing my pants in anticipation. I just hoped I reached there in time. I've never been to Carson City. But with the help of the GPS in my car I reached Hotel Red Ink without any difficulty.

The hotel was rather small; I didn't expect five stars or anything but still it was smaller than I imagined it would be. It was 3:38pm when I parked my car in the hotel's parking. I sat in my car as I got cold feet, again! I drove from Pasadena to Carson City just for this man and also the incredible sex! I was kinda getting scared. The first time was on my terms; I picked him up, it was my house and I had at least a little control. But now it was his territory, his terms and he was going to be in full control. I closed my eyes and took deep breaths to calm myself. After inhaling for a bit I decided to go through this. I got out of my car and walked inside the hotel.

I wasn't sure what I should do as I walked inside. 'Am I supposed to wait for him or he's already waiting!' confusing thoughts filled my mind. I walked into the lobby and looked around for him.

"Bulma Briefs?" I was startled by a voice behind me. I turned around to find a bell boy looking at me nervously.

"Yes?" I answered curiously.

"This is for you ma'am." He handed me an envelope.

I was thrilled. 'Could it be another instruction from Daddy?'
I couldn't help but ask though, "How did you know it was me?"

"You are the only person here with blue hair ma'am." He said awkwardly.

"Of course!" I shook my head. It was a silly thing to ask. I felt embarrassed.

He walked away after I thanked him and gave him a tip.

Inside the envelope, there was a key of room 243 of this hotel and a piece of paper with instruction written on it. I was so excited. I started reading impatiently.
The instructions were simple. I was to go to the room and take off every bit of clothing I had, and blind fold, gag, and handcuff my hands behind my back. Then get down on my knees and wait for him. A wave of lust washed over me. I felt tickling in my clit. I grinned from ear to ear.

When I reached the room I was in for a surprise. The room was on second floor. It was actually a small suite. It had one bedroom, one living room, one dining room and a luxurious bathroom. It was beautiful.

After looking around I got down to business. I found everything I needed on the bed as per instruction. I took my knee length, black with white polka dot dress, my bra, panties off one by one.

As I reached for the gag I was yet again surprised. It was not a ball gag; it was a spider gag. It's a ring gag with hooks on the sides. I had to open my mouth wide to fit the ring inside; the hooks dug into my skin. Next I put the leather blindfold on and then handcuffed my hands behind my back.
I got down on my knees beside the bed and waited for my master like a patient little slave.

I couldn't see, and didn't dare to move. I just sat there, waiting, nipples erect, and my mouth wide open. The hooks were preventing me from flipping the ring with my tongue in my mouth. As time passed, my drooling increased. Spit dripped down my chin and landed on my chest.
The thought of bound, blindfolded and mouth forcibly open and ready for insertation, ready for my master's use made my pussy throb with desire. I took slow and deep breaths to calm my jumping heart.
My pussy was drenched with hot, liquid passion. I waited what felt like a million years in anticipation but Daddy didn't come. I was getting anxious.

I was tired just by waiting. Suddenly I heard a faint noise. I hoped it was him. My heart jumped again. I knew my wait was over. My breathing increased. I smiled in my mind. I waited. I tapped my fingers on my back impatiently. I waited and waited but nothing happened. I didn't hear anymore sounds. I sighed and lowered my head miserably.

Suddenly I felt someone gripping my hair, pulling my head back and shoving something warm and thick in my forever waiting, gaping mouth. I cried out at the brutal force and in joy.
I knew it was Daddy. I could recognize that dick anywhere even with my eyes closed. Just one taste in my tongue and my mouth knew it was its owner.

My mouth was slick with all that saliva I produced earlier. He drove his thick, long member in and out, his hip hitting my jaws with each thrust. His massive cock lodged as deeply as possible down my throat. My mouth was just another hole for his use. He thrust back and forth like lightning. Drool rained down out of my mouth. He pulled his shaft out and strode it right down and settled deep inside my throat. It was so deep in my throat that I could taste his balls on the tip of my tongue.
His thick, long manhood jammed my throat cutting my air supply off completely. I started chocking. My nostrils flared; Tears streamed down my cheeks. I felt like puking. To prevent itself from gagging, my throat tried to swallow his length. My throat muscles started sucking him in and clamped around him.
My eyes rolled into my skull behind the blindfold. I was at the verge of passing out.

I heard him grunting. And all of a sudden I felt my throat being flooded with hot, sticky seeds of my master. I had no choice but to swallow it all down as his cock was blocking the entrance my mouth. As I gulped down every bit of his gracious gift I felt his dick going limp.

I said "Thank you daddy!" as soon as he pulled his cock out of my mouth. But because of the gag, all I managed to do was sputter.

He took the blindfold off. I opened my eyes and looked up to him. He was smirking.

"Missed me whore?" Oh! How much I missed his sexy, gruff voice!

I nodded, laughing hysterically despite the gag. I was home.

A/N: Ok guys, if you have a question, or suggestions or wanna correct a mistake, PM or Facebook (see profile) me or tell me in the reviews.

Vegeta: Daddy's back bitches! You better review if you like it; else I'll beat your ass raw! ;) :P