Prompt: Trick. Word Count: 503
WARNING: A little bit Adult Content here.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own DBZ or any of the characters. They belong to Akira Toriyama.
A smirk formed in her mind as her hand skimmed up his arm, over his shoulder, and down his chest. "I mean, it's so not fair that you heal faster." Her eyes flashed over to his injury. "But, I love your warmth." Hands pressed flat against his chest as she braced her weight on them. "How thick and strong your skin is." Fingers curled so her nails jabbed against the toughness. The nails once again dragged across his skin to meet her legs. They ran over the paleness of her skin, leaving little red welts that would disappear in a few minutes.
The digits raked along her thighs to hook under the hem of her shorts legs, pulling the tight fabric from her skin before releasing it. Continuing on their path, the nails scrapped along the jean fabric before meeting skin again. Her hands covered her stomach, the tickling of her fingers making the muscles twitch lightly. "The way you can train all day and still have the energy to keep me up all night." As her teeth sucked at her bottom lip, she slid the appendages up to cover her naked breasts. "Is that a Saiyan ability or just something you trained long and hard to master?" she asked seductively as hands cupped and rolled the heavy mounds. "Because…"
Strong, warm hands covered hers, pressing more of her breasts into her hands. She finally focused on fire filled eyes and a devilish grin as the warmth left her hands and breasts to travel down her sides. Hips jerked to grind herself against his abs before warmth settled on the jutting bones to stop her.
"Keep going," his voice was a little more breathless than he would've liked it to be, but the pressure was becoming too intense.
Her internal smirk graced her features as her hands continued to fondle the mounds of flesh. "I'm quite impressed with your stamina." The button on her shorts popped off and flew across the room. "Most men would've….AH!" the high-pitched screaming moan fell from her lips as a finger lightly grazed against her clit. A hand fell to his chest as she shifted her weight to her knees and arm to raise her lower half away from him. The single digit flicked down to tease her folds before entering.
The hand on his chest clamped into a fist as a conceited smirk appeared on his lips. "Is that what you want, Bulma?" The short nod of her head didn't pacify the hunger that now resided in him. "I want you to tell me."
Her eyes shifted up to meet his again. "I want it." A tingling shudder ran down her spine. "I want more, Vegeta," his name slipped sweetly off her tongue.
An eyebrow quirked. "More?"
"So much more." The smirk reappeared on her face as she lowered her body, her face inches from his. "Your stamina may be greater than a human's, but you're still just a man. Would you like for me to continue?"