WARNING: This story contains descriptions of sexual activity. If you, OR YOUR PARENTS (if you are under age 17) will be offended by reading this, then please go read something else. Underage readers have done enough damage to this web site as it is. If you do not like reading stories with sexual content, this is your warning to leave. If, at the end of this story, you are unhappy with the amount/type/style/etc. of sexual content, it is your own fault. You have been warned.

A/N: This is my very first fanfic. This is also my very first lemon. Please let me know what you think of it!

DragonballZ is not mine.

*There's a First Time for Everything…*

"Don't touch that!" she yelled. "What do you think you're doing? You're going to break it!"
Vegeta startled at the sudden shout behind him. "What is this stupid thing, anyway?" he asked, glaring at her.
"Not that it's any of your business, snoop, but I'm modifying the dragon radar. Put it down before you mess it up!"
"Oh, something useful. I thought you were just playing with your toys to take your mind off of that fool, Yamcha." He sneered. "He's a pathetic weakling. I don't know why you waste your time crying over him." Vegeta crossed his arms over his chest as he almost eagerly awaited her response.
Bulma pulled her lips back off her clenched teeth in a snarl. "Shut up! That's none of your business!"
"You make it everyone's business, the way you go around shouting about how he's mistreated you."
"Well, he has! He hasn't called me in…" she broke off as he interrupted her.
Vegeta rolled his eyes in disgust, "I know, I know. He hasn't called you all week. I think even the worms in the garden know all the details of your pathetic 'relationship' with that worthless lump."
"Oh, you think so? There's plenty of things you don't know, buster!" she glanced over at her father to make sure he couldn't hear her over the noise of his own soldering. She lowered her voice, "Unless you're a peeping pervert."
"Peeping pervert?" Vegeta raised one eyebrow.
"Yamcha may be a jerk, but there are some things he knows how to do right." She smirked suggestively. "Or do you know all about that, too?"
A faint blush crossed Vegeta's cheeks as he comprehended what she was implying. "I have done nothing like what you're suggesting!"
"Which part? The peeping, or the woman-pleasing?" she asked with a vicious grin. "Oh, never mind. I think I can answer that question myself."
The lab suddenly became much quieter as Bulma's father finished his soldering and shut the tool off.
Not wanting to continue the conversation in front of her father, Vegeta barely squelched the temptation to crush the thing in his hand to bits, on the grounds that doing so was unnecessary childishness she's so ANNOYING!, and put it back on the table. After all, he didn't want her to think her final insult had stung. With a final scowl directed at his assailant, he turned and stalked out of the workroom.
She looked down at the part he had replaced on the table. What was he doing?! Bulma thought. What a nosy creep. He could have ruined this thing, and I'd have had to start over! She muttered indignantly to herself as she investigated the pieces of her project. Honestly, a girl can't even be gone for the amount of time it takes to eat a snack, and be sure that her projects will be the way she left them. She was enormously relieved to find that while Vegeta had been handling the parts, all he'd done was put them back on the table in slightly different places than she'd left them. "Well," she said to her father, "believe it or not that big, clumsy oaf didn't break any of it."
"Hmm," replied her father.

***

"Damn her." Muttered Vegeta as he returned to his training. "Damn her and her shouting. Always going on about something. Something's always making her mad. If it isn't that fool Yamcha, it's that the clothes she wanted to wear aren't clean. Or that the weather is too cold. Or she ran out of hair gel. Damn her." He had noticed that he felt almost relieved when she would leave the house for some reason. How could such a weak, puny human generate such a presence? How sad is it that a saiyan prince avoids a little girl! he mocked himself. She was such a puzzle. At one time she had feared him; once, his name struck terror into her heart. But not anymore. No. Now she felt free to yell at him just like she yelled at everyone else. It never seemed to cross her mind that he could still kill her with as much effort as she killed gnats.
Vegeta had had very little contact with females once he passed into adolescence, and the ones he had met since then had all been terrified of him, terrified of what he could do. Vegeta was accustomed to being feared, but that was not the treatment he was receiving in this house! Bulma's father, while he didn't exactly fear this most unusual houseguest, seemed to at least have a healthy respect for him. Bulma's mother treated him with the same vague kindness she showed everyone else, including animals. Vegeta didn't know if anyone had told her about his past, and all the people he'd killed. Whether Mrs. Briefs knew or not, she certainly didn't fear him. She has the sense of a chicken. She doesn't even fear the androids. No, the fact that she does not fear me signifies nothing. Besides, she is old..
But Bulma was different. She knew plenty of nasty things about him, but didn't seem to care. To be around a girl who didn't treat him with the utmost deference was unnerving. Sometimes, he didn't know how to act. Sometimes all he could think to do was scowl. And other times, like earlier, it was almost fun, to argue and shout at someone who didn't promptly turn to jelly. And she was definitely not old.
If only she didn't smell so…interesting. Both the girl and her mother had a pleasant smell, a combination of the smells of their soaps and perfumes and such. But where Mrs. Briefs's smell was merely pleasant, Bulma's had something else in it. The true reason why he had paused to investigate the dragon radar she was working on was that it smelled faintly of her. By holding the radar Vegeta could smell Bulma without her actually being present, and it gave him the opportunity to see if he could pin down just what it was that made her smell so…interesting. He hoped that if he could figure it out, that maybe it wouldn't interest him so much.
He gave himself a mental shake. Again! She's distracting me again! It seemed that whenever he had a confrontation of some kind with Bulma, it would take some time before he could get her out of his head. He glanced at the clock and realized he'd spent twenty minutes mechanically going through exercises while his mind focused on her. "That's no way to train. I have to pay attention."

***

"Ooooh!! I hate Yamcha!" Bulma shouted to her mother later that afternoon. "He's such a jerk! He hasn't called me all week, and I haven't seen him in two months!"
"Oh, Bulma-honey, I'm sure he's just been so busy," her mother began.
"Too busy to come see me? Just once?! Some boyfriend he is." Bulma crossed her arms over her chest and put on a pouty face.
"Would you like some nice watermelon, honey? I got it fresh just this morning." Bulma's perpetually calm and unflappable mother held out the plate of watermelon slices to her daughter.
"No! I don't want any food. I'm going out. I need some new parts for the radar." Bulma sulked.
"Ok, dear. Have a good time," was her mother's placid reply.
When Bulma returned an hour or so later, her mother was pleased to see that her daughter's mood had greatly improved. "Did you find everything, sweetie?" she asked.
"Better than that," Bulma replied. "I have a date tonight!"
"Oh!" Her mother sounded interested. "Did you meet him at the store?"
"Yep. He was so sweet and polite. He's taking me out to dinner, so I won't be eating with you and Dad, okay?" Bulma said as she headed out of the room. "Now…what to wear?"

***

Vegeta stood at the door of the gravity chamber, towel in hand, wiping the sweat off his face. The breeze felt cool on his damp skin, and he closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying the sensation. He was beginning to feel hungry. He stared absently at the ground, planning his after-dinner training session. Suddenly the quiet was broken by the voice of Bulma's mother.
"Have a good time, sweetheart. Don't stay out too late."
Vegeta looked up. From where he stood he had a good view of the street in front of the house. Bulma was waving her hand at someone in the house, presumably her mother. He could tell she was dressed up for something. She was always preoccupied with her appearance, but clearly this evening she had taken special pains to make herself attractive. She was wearing an unbuttoned vest over a white top that revealed a large portion of her tummy. Below that she wore a short black skirt that showed a great deal of her legs. His eyes followed those legs from the ankles on up to where they disappeared into her skirt. His mind's eye kept wandering, wondering just what exactly was at the junction of those two legs. No! No, no, no! He slapped his mind off that train of thought. Even still, Vegeta felt a momentary thrill in his midsection as he watched her leave. He'd been feeling little chills and surges while looking at Bulma for several weeks now. And it irritated him to no end. It made him feel weak, and he couldn't afford to be weak. He had tried ignoring those little feelings, and had eventually decided it was lust. Simple as that. He had some leisure time, he was around an attractive woman…with no immediate danger nearby, it was only natural that his body react to her presence. Right.

***

He was thirsty. He mopped the sweat off his face and headed for the kitchen. It was getting late. Not so late that he felt exhausted, but late enough that he decided that after he'd gotten something to drink he'd go take a shower and call it a night. Thinking how nice it would feel to be clean, Vegeta entered the kitchen and found a plastic glass in a cupboard. He got some delightfully cold water from the refrigerator, and as he lifted the cup to his lips his ears registered voices in the next room. It sounded like that television box thing. Vegeta had a mild interest in the contraption because sometimes the people in the television said funny things; despite his perpetual scowl, Vegeta did posses a sense of humor. Assuming that the person watching the television box was Mr. Briefs (who enjoyed watching funny things rather than the disgustingly sappy soap operas Mrs. Briefs and Bulma preferred), Vegeta decided that perhaps he might join the old man for a few minutes.
It was not Mr. Briefs.
Vegeta stopped in the doorway when he realized that the person, no, people, watching the television were Bulma and some fool Vegeta had never seen before. Having learned from Bulma's parents at dinner that Bulma was out on a 'date,' Vegeta concluded that this clown must be who she'd gone out with.
"Grrrrrr," It was a familiar feeling. One he was not proud of having, but certainly not a new feeling. That same gut-clenching combination of resentment and envy that had made him want to kill Freeza, and that drove him to become a better fighter than Kakkarot. Whoever this punk was, Vegeta seriously resented his presence in the room. Not only that, Vegeta realized, to his dismay, that he also envied the little snot's position on the couch: his arms around Bulma.
Not only did the fool have his arms around her, he was kissing her! And not some innocent kiss either: it was prolonged, intense and
CRUNCH
Vegeta realized that he'd crushed the plastic glass in his hand. Fortunately the noise of the television masked the sound of the cup's demise. He had drunk almost all the water, so there was only a small spill on the floor. Vegeta didn't care if he'd spilt caustic acid. He was too caught up in the scene before him. He was torn with indecision: on the one hand he wanted to pound this intruder into the ground, but on the other hand this was none of his business; he had no claim on her, as she would no doubt remind him loudly if he interfered. And while he hated the idea of her kissing someone else, it was also very exciting to watch her.
I guess now I am a peeping pervert.

***

Bulma had had a fairly nice evening with the young man she'd met that afternoon. He'd been polite and courteous, interested in what she had to say. He wasn't Yamcha, but he was moderately good looking. So when he brought her home she invited him into the house.
They had sat on the couch, talking, and then he started kissing her. She was a bit surprised, but not exactly upset. It was nice to be kissing someone again. Yamcha had been gone for so long! But she didn't know this guy very well, and she hadn't totally given up on Yamcha, so she had no intentions of letting things go further than kissing. When he started to touch her breasts she moved his hand away, quietly saying, "No." She felt a stab of annoyance when he put his hand right back. She didn't have the chance to feel anything more than annoyed because suddenly he wasn't there anymore! She opened her eyes to see her date dangling by the back of his shirt, which was caught tight in the grasp of Vegeta!
"What the hell do you think you're doing!" Vegeta roared at the hapless young man. "Didn't you hear her say 'No'?"
The unfortunate young man turned wide eyes on Bulma. "You never said you had a boyfriend!" he accused.
"He's not my boyfriend!" Bulma shouted, glaring at Vegeta.
"Hey, man, honestly she never said anything! I didn't know! Let me down and I'm out of here!" her date begged Vegeta, who contemptuously dropped him. Bulma's erstwhile date threw one last glance at Vegeta's deadly scowl and fled.
"What is your problem?" Bulma snarled as she clenched her fists and prepared to hit him. He seized her wrists and pulled her up close to him. He stared into her eyes with mingled rage and desire.
"You're hurting me!" Bulma complained. He loosened his grip slightly, but not enough for her to break away. Without the distraction of the pain in her wrists, Bulma recognized the expression on Vegeta's face. She'd seen that look of desire plenty of times before. When she had been younger she had delighted in causing Yamcha to look at her like that (and then leave him hanging). But she'd never expected to see Vegeta look at her that way! Nor had she thought she could cause the hard pressure she was feeling against her stomach. In her surprise, she took a step back and looked him up and down as if she'd never really seen him before. His body really was impressive. She idly thought how much better he'd look without his training clothes. The more she thought about it, the more interested she felt. Her eyes caught on his midsection as she saw the outline of the source of the pressure she'd felt on her stomach. Dear God, he's huge! she thought. Her face registered a momentary flash of apprehension as she realized that sex with him could actually hurt! However, on further consideration, she decided that with sufficient lubrication, it would probably be a lot of fun.
He let her step back, but did not release his grip on her. He watched her look him over and felt a terrible tension. What was she going to do? Was she going to start shouting at him again? Would she try to hit him? His eyes were glued to her face, so he saw her look of fear. That was worse than being slapped, worse than being insulted for a week straight. He dropped her hands and turned away from her.
"You needn't worry." He snapped over his shoulder, "I prefer my women willing." And he left.
Bulma stood alone in the room, totally surprised. She had truly thought he was going to kiss her. And she had been planning to let him! But he was gone. What happened? What did I do? Bulma felt thoroughly confused. Reflecting on the expression on his face just before he dropped her hands, she began to suspect that somehow she'd hurt his feelings. Bulma had to laugh at that thought. Vegeta hasn't got any feelings to hurt! She decided that she deserved to know what his last comment meant and followed him to find out.
Bulma climbed the stairs to Vegeta's room, still puzzling over what he'd said. When she thought about running her hands over his body she shivered and muttered, "But I was willing. The idiot."
When she got to his door she rapped on it and reached for the handle. Through the door she heard a muffled, "Go away." She ignored it and opened the door. He stood at the window with his back to her.
"What do you want, woman?" he growled.
Sifting though several possible replies, Bulma decided to simply ask, "What did I do that made you leave?" She tried to make her tone as inoffensive as possible.
"I don't know what you're talking about," he muttered.
"Yes, you do," she snapped. "What happened? Tell me."
He growled. "I saw the look on your face."
"What look?" she asked, feeling bewildered.
"You were frightened. You thought I was going to assault you." Vegeta sneered, scowled at the window.
"No, I didn't." It was becoming a little clearer now, but she was still confused.
"What?" In surprise, he turned to look at her. Then, "I know fear when I see it." He turned back to the window.
Rapidly replaying in her mind the things she had been thinking while looking at him, suddenly she understood. Slowly, quietly, she moved to stand directly behind him. She reached out and touched his arm. He flinched but didn't move. "I think you misunderstood," she said.
"Misunderstood what?" Breathing was harder with such proximity to her. Her smell filled his nose. There was something extra in her smell tonight. It was all quite arousing.
"You thought I was frightened. Maybe I was, a little, but not for the reason you think."
"Hmm? What do you mean? What were you afraid of then?" he demanded, still facing the window, but turning his head to the side so he could see her.
"Well," she began, "most human men aren't so big."
He turned completely around to look at her, with bafflement all over his face. "Big? I'm hardly taller than you are."
She smiled and slightly blushed. "No, that's not what I mean." Did she dare? If she did there would be no turning back.
"Then what? What? Explain yourself." He insisted she tell him.
With a sly smile, Bulma cast her eyes down to the floor, then back up to meet his. Leaning slightly forward, she gently rubbed the back of her hand up the length of the bulge in his clothes. "This," she said.
His eyes opened wide and he gasped in astonishment. That had felt incredible! His eyes searched her face for a clue to what he should do. He wanted to pull her to him and devour her sweet mouth with kisses, but he hesitated. For her to touch him like that seemed to him like a pretty clear indication of what she wanted, but still…women were very strange. Especially this one. He knew unerringly when to wait and when to attack in a battle, but this was an entirely different arena. Her earlier insult about pleasing women had stung him because it was true. He didn't know what to do.
She glanced around his thoroughly untidy room and made a decision. "How about you go take a shower and then come down to my room and we can discuss it further. Hmm?"
He seized upon her suggestion. "Alright, then."
"Do you even know where my room is?" she asked. "No. But by following your smell, I should have no trouble finding it," he replied.
"My smell! What are you talking about? I don't smell!" she was incensed.
He laughed. Relief was making him almost giddy. "I'm not saying you stink, woman. You wear perfume, don't you?"
"Yes," she grudgingly replied.
"Don't you think I can smell that?"
"Are you saying I wear too much perfume?"
"No," he sighed. "I thought that as much time as you've spent around Kakkarot that you would know that saiyans have a very good sense of smell. Even if you didn't wear perfume, I could still smell your soap, and all that other stuff you put on yourself."
"Oh," she said, somewhat mollified. She could recall several times when Goku had tracked something down by a smell no one else could detect. "Mmm. Alright." She turned to leave and smiled, "See you later, then." She left, closing the door behind her.
Vegeta sat down hard on the window seat. He had come through that encounter without having any strips of his hide removed by her caustic tongue. Thinking of her tongue made him hard all over again. He wasn't sure what exactly she had in mind for later, but he had an idea. He decided he wanted to get clean quickly and go find out!

***

Bulma sat on the foot of her bed staring into her closet. She was trying to decide if she wanted to change her clothes or keep on what she had been wearing. She had already decided that she didn't want to put on any of her slinky lingerie, namely because she wasn't sure how the encounter was going to go. Knowing Vegeta, he was perfectly capable of finding some way to make her sorry she'd extended the invitation to her private domain.
Bulma felt a twinge of guilt about propositioning Vegeta. She knew Yamcha would be very angry if he found out. She tossed her head. Let him find out. Maybe I'll arrange it so he will. That will teach him to ignore me for so long. Besides, he'll blame Vegeta, not me.
She was still struggling with whether or not she wanted to put on something a little more comfortable, less confining, but still sexy when she heard a short rap on her door. That was fast! she thought. He must have been in a hurry! She giggled at the thought. That he had cleaned up in such haste could only man one thing: he was really interested in spending some time with her.
Vegeta, on the other side of the door, was wondering if maybe he should have taken a little longer He was very eager for whatever might happen, but he didn't really want Bulma to know that. Still, it was too late now; he'd already knocked on her door. As he had predicted, he had no trouble finding her room. Once he was in the correct hallway, all he had to do was head in the direction her scent came from strongest. Standing outside her door, he had no doubts that he was in the right place. This must have been her bedroom for years. Even the outside of the door smelled like her.
"Come in," she called, feeling a thrill of anticipation. She really had no idea how this would turn out. They could spend the next several hours having passionate sex, or they could have a miserable fifteen-minute attempt at having passionate sex. Despite her earlier taunt, she really had no idea if Vegeta had ever done anything sexual with a woman. He opened the door.
He was wearing "normal" clothes instead of his usual training suits; just jeans and a T-shirt, both of which Bulma thought he looked surprisingly attractive in. Shutting the door behind himself, he took a few steps into the room, then stopped. Bulma stood up and walked closer to him. They stared at each other. Vegeta watched her for a clue to what she wanted him to do. She waited. Then, becoming impatient, she asked, "Well? Are you going to kiss me or not?"
Vegeta took a step closer to her and slid an arm around her waist. He pulled her up against his body, eyes staring intensely into hers. His eyes moved to her lips. She told me to kiss her. She wants this. Stop wasting time, fool. He kissed her.
She could tell by the touch of his lips on hers that he had never kissed a woman before. But what he lacked in finesse he made up for in enthusiasm. He crushed her against him, kissing her as if he would drown if he stopped. She locked her arms around his neck and pressed her chest up against his as she extended her tongue to lick his lips. He opened his mouth for her and inhaled sharply as their tongues met. She found his eagerness and intensity very exciting.
Vegeta stopped trying to think and gave into just being there with her.
After awhile, she released her hold on him and started wriggling her shoulders. He broke the kiss to see what on earth she was doing, and realized she'd removed her vest, completely revealing her white top. Vegeta put his hands on her shoulders, just feeling the soft skin of her neck and back. He idly hooked a finger under one of the tiny thin straps that held her shirt up, rubbing the skin underneath. She closed her eyes and leaned her head to one side so that her cheek rubbed against the back of his hand. He lifted that hand to touch her cheek, running his fingers along her jawbone. Then, turning her head, she caught his hand in hers and brought those fingers to her lips. She kissed his fingertips, then opened his hand and placed a soft kiss in his palm. Vegeta was amazed by how arousing such a simple action could be. He had known for a long time what basic behaviors constituted reproduction, but he'd never really given any thought to any preliminary steps until recently. He began to wonder what else was in store before the actual sex act.
Bulma wrapped her arms around his waist and laid her cheek against his neck. She left little kisses in a line up the side of his neck towards his ear. There she pulled his earlobe in her mouth and nibbled on it. Vegeta couldn't decide which he liked better: the feel of her mouth or the sound and feel of her breathing in his ear. He plunged his head down to kiss her throat. He kissed her neck and shoulder, and decided he couldn't get to the rest of her throat while she was standing up. So he scooped her up and dropped her on the bed. She giggled as she bounced, then lay back to look at him still standing there looking at her. The look in his eyes made her feel very satisfied with herself. He thought she was beautiful, she could tell.
He looked at her; amazed that she was really going to let him do the things he'd been trying to shove out of his mind. Then with a wolfish grin, he pounced on her, rolling her over so that she lay on top of him. She laid her palms in the center of his chest, then rested her chin on them as she regarded him with a slightly wicked smile.
"What are you thinking?" she asked him, not really expecting an answer. He rolled her over again so now he was on top of her, pinning her to the bed. His eyes narrowed.
"Maybe I'll tell you some other time," he said, as he resumed kissing her. She ran her hands up and down his back, feeling the muscles hidden under his shirt. She wanted to feel skin. She slid her hands down toward his waist and began untucking his shirt. Then she slid her hands underneath the fabric to feel the skin of his back.
He ceased kissing her lips and moved back to her neck. She tilted her head back and closed her eyes as his lips wandered down her throat to the indentation between her collarbones. She then became aware of a hand at her waist exploring her midriff, fingers spread across her bare stomach, a thumb running along her rib cage. He lifted his head from her neck and kissed her deeply as his hand inched up over her ribs toward her breasts. When his fingertips touched her breast she felt a surge of excitement. He put his whole hand on her breast, and then broke off the kiss to look at her in confusion.
"What is this? More cloth?" he growled.
She laughed as she realized the source of his confusion. She sat up and reached around behind herself to unhook her bra. She removed it from under her shirt and presented it to him. "It's a bra," she told him.
"What is the purpose of this thing?" he asked with a scowl. "No, never mind. Don't tell me. I don't care." He tossed it over his shoulder and pulled her back into his arms. He resumed kissing her, stroking her face, her hair, her arms, and then he slid his palm back under her shirt. This time when he felt her breast there was nothing between his skin and hers. He massaged her breast while kissing her lips. Soon he resumed kissing her throat, mouth moving steadily towards her breasts. He wanted to taste them. Then he decided that her shirt just had to go. It was causing too much interference. He momentarily considered simply ripping it open, but concluded that ruining her clothing was a sure way to start a fight. Fighting was fun, but not the kind of fun he had in mind. Before he could decide how to get her shirt off of her, she started pulling his shirt up towards his head. He sat up and pulled his shirt off over his head and tossed it on the floor. She pushed him back down on his back and straddled him. She gave him a very sexy smile and slowly began to remove her own shirt. Sitting over him caused her skirt to hike up, revealing more of her legs. Vegeta rubbed his hands on her legs, gradually working his way up. He slid his hands up the outside of her legs and under her skirt. As she dropped her shirt over the side of the bed he cupped his hands around her butt. She leaned forward to kiss him, rubbing her bare chest against his. The feel of her breasts against his chest was exciting. He rolled over, pinning her beneath him. Her smell, the feel of her lips and hands on his skin, his hands on her silky body…it was intoxicating.
Her breasts were a totally new entertainment. He wanted to spend some quality time with them. Vegeta took the nipple of one breast into his mouth, sucking and nibbling on it. He ran his tongue around and around it. Her moans and cries of pleasure merely added to his pleasure. She dug her fingers into his hair, holding his mouth against her. He shifted his attentions to the other breast. She arched her back, pushing her breast up to meet his lips.
He wanted more of her. He needed to feel all of her body against his own. He sat up and grinned at the sight of her flushed face and glazed eyes. "How does this thing come off?" he asked as he tugged at her skirt. His impatience and his ignorance amused her. She reached to the side-seam and found the hidden zipper. Once she had unzipped it, she lifted her hips off the bed to slide the skirt off. The sight of her lacy, delicate underwear caused him to seize the bottom hem of the skirt and pull it to her ankles in one rapid tug. Bulma kicked it off of her feet onto the floor. For a moment he simply sat and gazed at her, taking it all in.
Bulma sat up and reached for the button at his waist. She took a little more time than was really necessary to undo his pants, sliding her fingers teasingly over the hardness she revealed. He closed his eyes. The jeans had to go. Now! He leapt off the bed, shoving the seat of his pants down to his knees. Then standing on one foot and then the other, he grabbed at the cloth bunched around his feet and rapidly freed his legs. Then he was back on the bed, jumping into her embrace. For a time they kissed and touched, each exploring the other.
He feels so good! Bulma thought. Why didn't I do this sooner?
He sat back on his heels between her legs, hooked his fingers in the waistband of her panties and pulled them off, lifting her legs into the air in the process. Her legs came down, one on each of his shoulders. He looked down at what he had revealed. He could see just a hint of pink between the blue curls. His nostrils were filled with the smell of her. Her overall smell had changed while they were kissing, and now with her genitals so close to his face he realized that this was the source of the change. He closed his eyes. It was a heady smell, and he wanted more of it. He grabbed her hips and lifted her further onto his lap. Her knees bent over his shoulders, giving him an even better view. He kissed the inside of her thigh, reveling in her response. His lips pressed against her skin higher and higher up her leg. Her breathing became heavier in anticipation. She was astonished. Is he really going to…Yes! When he reached the juncture of her legs he tentatively reached out his tongue to taste her. He was rewarded with a gasp of pleasure. He licked her again and she moaned, loosening her leg muscles to provide him with easier access. The wonderful scent of female filled his senses. His tongue explored, hunting out her most sensitive places. Her responses were gratifying; he was delighted to know that she was enjoying his touch.
Before long he had determined the spot that produced the greatest reaction and decided to focus on that for awhile. He loved feeling her hips shift to meet his touch. Soon he realized that her moans were becoming louder and more frequent. Then suddenly she cried out. It was almost a shout. Her hands spasmodically clutched the sheets.
After several moments had passed, her body relaxed. He set her legs on the bed on either side of himself, then crawled forward to kiss her lips. She wrapped her arms around his back, holding him close to her body. She pressed her hips up against his, feeling the hard warmth of his arousal against her stomach even through his underpants. She stuck a finger into the waistband. Instead of getting up to remove them, he simply tore them off and threw what was left in the general direction of the floor. She slid her hand down to take hold of him and guide him into her.
She helped him find her opening and he slowly began to push into her. As wet as she was, it was easy to slide all the way in. Vegeta remained still for a moment, reveling in the feeling of her warmth enclosing around him. Then they began to move together.
As he pushed into her he felt a buildup of something, something he wanted very much. It grew and grew until feelings of incredible pleasure crashed over him. Bulma felt him stiffen along with a sudden rush of liquid warmth inside her. He gave a harsh cry as the wonderful feeling of euphoria spread throughout his body. He collapsed over her, breathing heavily. As he slid off of her to lie by her side, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. He held her, idly rubbing her back, eyes closed while his breathing gradually slowed. Then he opened his eyes to find her regarding him with a small smile on her lips.
"Having fun?" she asked him.
His reply was to grab her chin and kiss her. For awhile they just lay there, kissing and feeling each other's skin. Then Bulma pushed him onto his back and straddled his waist. He could feel her, warm and moist against his stomach. She leaned forward and began playing with his nipples. She licked and nibbled, and soon she felt his hardness return. She reached under herself for his penis. When she found it she guided it into herself. She closed her eyes and began to move. He discovered that having her sit like that, where he could see her, watch her move, observe every reaction to what she felt was extremely erotic. He began to move with her, pushing his hips up to meet her motions. Her mouth fell slightly open. Vegeta had the momentary thought that he wasn't sure which he liked more: the feelings she was creating in his body, or watching her enjoying herself. She began to move faster and faster, and he began to feel the same buildup as before. As she felt her climax coming closer she threw her head back and moaned. Then it happened; the rapture began in her middle and spread all the way to her fingers and toes, making them tingle. He smiled as her muscles spasmed around him. He felt a great deal of self-satisfaction in knowing that it was his body that was causing her such delight.
"Oh! Vegeta!" she cried.
Watching her orgasm had brought him close to his own, and hearing his name in such tones of passion and pleasure was all that it took to send him over the edge.
Bulma dimly perceived that her partner's thrusting had stopped; that particular act had come to a conclusion. She slowly leaned forward to lie on his chest.
After awhile Vegeta spoke, "Now I understand why your father is so interested in those magazines of his."
Bulma giggled. She rolled off of him to lie on her back. He turned on his side, looking at her, still keeping one arm around her.
"Why did you say my name?" he asked.
"Did I?"
"Yes."
She blushed. "I don't know."
"Does that mean you were thinking of me?" he asked, making it sound as if he didn't care at all either way.
"It's rude to be with one person and be thinking of someone else!" she snapped.
"Mmm. I assumed you'd be thinking of your darling Yamcha." He replied, mockingly.
"Yamcha's a jerk! I don't want to think about him!"
"I thought he was your boyfriend," Vegeta remarked, in an indifferent tone.
"Maybe not anymore. Maybe I'm tired of his shit. Maybe I'll tell him to go to hell." She scowled at the ceiling, crossing her arms over her chest. Then she smirked. "Maybe I'll tell him about you."
"Me?"
"Yes." Her smile got wider and more wicked. "That would just burn him up." Her face grew thoughtful. "Hmmm. But how to go about it?" she muttered. Then she yawned. "Never mind. I'll worry about it in the morning," she mumbled sleepily, turning back towards Vegeta and sliding an arm around his waist. She snuggled her head up against his shoulder and closed her eyes.
Vegeta watched her for awhile. Listening to her breathing become slow and regular, he realized she was asleep. Once he was satisfied she was truly asleep, he allowed himself to completely relax. He brushed some stray hair off her forehead. He was a little surprised to find that it actually felt nice, just lying quietly, holding her. He hadn't been held since he was a small child, and he'd forgotten what it was like.
He thought back on the very pleasant events of the night and allowed himself to smile. He had had a very good time. He looked at Bulma's sleeping face. I wonder if she'll let me do this again tomorrow.