Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Ball Z, it belongs to Akira Toriyama, and is licensed by Shonen Jump. I don't own Doctor Who, it belongs to the BBC. Ten and Rose are not mine!
A/n: written fair the BVDN Feb. 22nd 2015 for Just Saiyan group on google plus.
Prompt 1 Passion:
"You're watching that drivel again, Bulma?" he asked, frowning at the wide screen TV she sat in front of with hand between her knees. She already petted herself softly.
Glancing up from where she thrust fingers into her womanhood, Vegeta caught her ogling the slender man in a pinstripe suit standing on a beach opposite the golden haired woman he'd burn a sun up to save. Bulma felt white gloved hands caressing her breasts and pinching her nipples as he stood behind to watch the two time travelers say their farewells.
"Would you burn up a sun in your passion to speak to me?" she asked, feeling the warmth of his hands through two layers of cloth. Moving around he brushed sweaty cerulean hair aside from her neck.
"If it meant that I could keep you here with me," Vegeta whispered, pulling her into his lap as his own hand joined hers between her milky white thighs. Potent emotions from the screen trickled through the dialogue they heard. Of a traveler caught by the passion to see his love once more but was separated in space and time.
Her juices soaked the cloth of his glove as she tossed back her head and whimpered. Her body flared hot like that sun he'd burned up, ready to combust with each small push of his fingers into her heat. Hot breath laved her ear and Bulma whimpered for more attention through hazed eyes. Vegeta's hard muscular body was her seat and throne. Deeper still his fingers touched that bundle of nerves until Bulma's womanhood clenched down and she screamed out his name. White-hot passion exploded in a supernova and she was afire.
"I would burn up a sun if it meant speaking to you for just a few minutes," Vegeta whispered.
Prompt 2: Heated Kisses
Lying under the GR, with its shade to shield her from the sun, she felt the presence of his spiky shadow fall over her. Gloved hands slid up her legs to tug her out from under. He pulled up her T-shirt and dipped his spiky haired head to land a touch of his lips to her bellybutton.
Bulma closed her eyes and stifled a moan. A trail of molten kisses branded up between her breasts. Fine sharp teeth bit the cloth harnessing her breasts and freed them. Once the fleshy globes bounced free he anointed each of them with their own warm suckle. Laving the peaks with his tongue, he teased then to erect studs. Bulma panted, her hot puffs of air kissing the tanned flesh of his face.
Just short of ruby lips his own stopped before claiming hers. She nipped his bottom lip asking for entrance. His hot wet muscle ghosted into her moist oral cavern and mapped it out perfectly. Positioning his hard body between her legs, he held himself up off her with one hand and used the other to pinch her ass. In the shared space of their breath, their tongues danced and warred. Only his shadow over her stopped the burning kiss of the brassy sun overhead from searing her pale skin to lobster scarlet.
Leaving her lips his mouth sought new territory, sprinkling a moist trail that burned up her pale jaw. His nose felt the kiss of her white pearly teeth nipping it. So she could bite back too with the ferocity of a Saiya-jin female. Encased in weak flesh but so strong in spirit, Bulma's ambition sparkled in her cerulean eyes that opened to kiss his onyx ones with her heated gaze.
Prompt 3: Soft skin
He was used to feeling roughness and death. Perhaps that's why he wore gloves all the time. It was easier to keep his hands from touching the lowly flesh of everything.
He rarely removed them for anything. Except when he started living in Capsule at the woman's home.
Everyone clustered around in excitement back on earth. She called him out from behind the tree. Damn vulgar woman since she undressed him with those blue eyes, same color as royal hues. Why did she have to wear that ugly yellow vest? Fighting the urge to tear it off her, he turned and fixed her in contempt. Under that black spandex, he longed to see how pale her marble flesh was.
When nobody was looking, he tugged her into the shade of the tree. She breathed in deeply as he moved close and pressed her between him and the rough bark. Surprisingly when her hand touched his face, she found his cheek was softer than silk. His hard bulge pressed into her belly and his intense eyes burned into hers. Showing him she wasn't afraid, she bit down on the tip of the gloved finger raised to trace her cheek.
She yanked the garment off, revealing a hand that was only a shade less tanned then his regular skin. His fingertips danced against her face, far softer than she imagined, and she tingled from her loins to the tips of her toes. She could feel the moisture seeping out of her core at his proud smirk.
"You are mine, vulgar wench," he smirked.
Entranced by the size of his hard on digging into her she aligned their crotches as she lifted a leg to wrap around him. Vegeta's gloved hand clenched her ass as he devoured those rose petal lips.
Prompt 4: Fast heart Beat
Against his chest, she felt the thud of his own heart. Was it as fast as hers? She wondered if he had more than one, but the single pulse informed her otherwise. Since her lungs burned, she had to surface for air, though that meant leaving his lips. Hers were swollen from the assault of his strong mouth, thirsty for her taste.
He laid his hand upon her breasts, tearing aside the yellow vest and giving the round globes of flesh each a perfunctory squeeze. Bulma gasped, blinking at his audacity. She was sure her heart had surged into her ears because the thud was all she could hear in the silence of her blood rushing.
"You're like a frightened prey," Vegeta panted, one of his gloved hands darting down to pull down her black pants. She let out a gasp at his boldness and his fingers plunging inside.
Reaching over she cupped his bulge. Despite the stained and cracked armor, he was still noble and dangerous. Every bit a killer, but she held his balls in her hand. He hissed through teeth, invading her nether lips the same time she gave him a massage and grope.
Frantic heartbeats tapped against her breastbone at the same rate his mouth descended on her bare neck and his sharp teeth nipped. Through his tongue, he picked up the minute fluctuations of her unique pulse of the vein and artery beneath the layers of flesh. Already his strong fingers wriggled and curled up into her, having breached the flimsy cloth of her panties. Tighten the embrace of her leg she let out a small whimper. Her heart pounded fit to burst in the confined space of her chest, and she could feel his own heart surging at rapid fire pace.
Prompt 5: Sweet Smiles
Despite the invasion of his fingers, she was not sure if she could call it sweet or animalistic. He could have slammed her into a tree and forced himself inside, but his touch was sure, measured. Midnight eyes stared into hers. Instead of conquest by wildness, he gave her the twist of an upturned lip making her toes curl.
Likewise just the smallest upturned nature of her red lips promised more. She loved flirting with danger. Savored the pinching caresses of gloved hands that peeled her clothes off, and pulled her hand into his own skintight clothes. Pressed into the hard armor and soft cloth she was sweet softness to his mighty solidity. He could crush her to powder or destroy a planet with a blast of energy and still have the fine ki control to wring an orgasm from his fingers twitching in her wet core.
Once, twice, three times he scissored his fingers inside her. She traced and squeezed up and down his hard shaft. Wonderfully thick. Removing his fingers, he snickered a bit, and anointed her lips with her own taste.
Their smiles mirrored one another, sweet and intimate despite the animalistic lust that poured through them. Tugging his pants down around his knees, she moved his tip towards her slick womanhood, and took a deep breath. Vegeta pressed his brow to hers, and then thrust his hard saiyanhood into her awaiting body.
Breath surging in small pants against her neck he pushed her into the tree and lifted her other leg to wrap around his waist. It was nothing to cup her ass in his hands and snap his hips to thrust in and out for a steady rhythm.
Her sweet smile spurred him on. "You naughty boy…" she purred.
"Vulgar woman," he panted.
Prompt 6: Gentle Caresses
Even though his hands squeezed her like ripe fruit, she wondered if he could be gentler. Leaving her in her panties that snaked around one ankle twisted around the small of his back and the bra that was slid up over her breasts. Who needed clothes around the Saiyan Prince?
Her fingers gently caressed his tanned flesh, stretched taught over hard muscle. She had tugged up his armor to see the maze of scars on his sculpted body. His eyes fluttered shut at the gentle caresses followed by the scratch of her nails on his flesh. She nipped at his neck, panting as he thrust in and out of her core that ached for his fullness. That wonderful hard saiyanhood claimed and marked her from inside.
Inwardly the slick velvet glove of her core massaged him, welcoming like the swipes of her fingers on his neck, chest, and thigh. One hand ventured down to dance over the hard planes of his tight ass. He was perfection poured into every compact bit of muscle that pumped relentlessly yet tenderly into her with sure and measured tempo.
Until the white-hot fury exploded behind her eyes and she bit hard into his neck.
Vegeta erupted inside her, nipping at her ear with a grunt. Every last bit of his essence he spilled into her, while caressing the nape of her neck. So soft, and so delicate, but so strong. Instead of separating them, the alien prince gripped her to him, his fingers tight yet restrained not to bruise her flesh. She was the one piece of this miserable planet he dared call his.
Just so long as she would continue to flutter his flesh with those soft touches. Moreover, he would pound her to blissful oblivion as she sheathed him.