Dicslaimer: I don't own DBZ, stop rubbing it in. :(
A/N: I gave it some thought and I decided that I SHOULD make a continuation to Bootylicious. This is where Vegeta's cravings for Bulma get stronger. Can he last? Find out.
Read Bootylicious before you read this. You'd better understand!
Chapter 2
Melting Ice Creams and Wet Dreams
Bulma woke up in a horrible mood. It was freaking hot. She felt like she was in an oven. Bulma went to her closet and put on the shortest pair of shorts she could find, along with a tank top which was REALLY loose and no bra. She wanted to be as relaxed as possible. She went down stairs for a midnight snack, hoping no one else was down there. Hoping never got her anywhere. Bulma entered quietly and saw the saiya-jin prince cleaning out the fridge. Bulma tried to be as quiet as possible. Damn saiya-jin hearing.
"What's with you being quiet?" Vegeta asked curiously.
"Nothing. I'm just trying not to disturb anybody in this house. It's a little thing called caring. Something the likes of you wouldn't understand!" Bulma shot back.
Vegeta hmphed and sat down at the table with basically everything edible he culd place his hands on in his arms. Bulma went to the freezer, enjoying it's cool effect, then she got some ice cream and placed it on a cone and sat on a stool at the island in the kitchen. She grabbed a magazine to read. She needed something to take her attention from the saiya-jin prince. She began to read, unbenounced to her that the saiy-jin was watching her eagerly.
*Damn that woman for being so damn appealing. I wish I COULD blast her. Then I would be able to live without thinking about her* Vegeta thought.
The heat was getting to everyone, especially Bulma's ice creame. The ice creame began to melt and a trail of it went down Bulma's fingers. She silently cursed to herself. Since it was a little she began to lick the ice cream off. The Prince tried to contian himself.
*Why? Why can't these thoughts leave me be. Not only does the woman have to lick it off like some wild animal but it has to be my favorite flavor...chocolate. I can't lick it off. I can't* The prince thought to himself.
Bulma licked all the ice cream off and got up to clean up the mess. Bulma got a sponge and cleared the countertop of objects. She bent down and began to clean the countertop.
*Oh Shit! Why? I've gotta get out of hear soon. But they look so good... No!! I can't be thinking like this. This is retarded. Who cares if they look really really.... ARG!!!* The prince thought to himself while staring at Bulma's breasts. Her shirt was loose remember. Vegeta got up and stomped up the stairs to his room and went back to sleep.
*What was that all about?* Bulma thought. She dismissed the idea, cleaned up the area, and went back upstairs to sleep. She went to her room and opened her balcony doors. She was going to sleep in her clothes. She turned her fan on and fell fast asleep. She began to dream about useless yet beautiful things not Vegeta.
~ dream ~
"Oh man! I spilled ice cream all over my hands. What's a baka woman to do?"
"I can help you."
"How?" Bulma asked stupidly.
Vegeta knealt down and began to lick her fingers softly.
"Mmmmmm. That feels sooo good Vegeta."
Vegeta continued to clean her fingers while Bulma made moans to herself. Once he was finished Bulma picked up the remains of the cone and poured the chocolatey melted mixture all over her breasts.
"Oops... you missed a spot."
"Don't worry. I'll clean it off of you quickly."
"No No...take you're time." Bulma replied.
"As you wish."
Vegeta knealt down and began to lick Bulma's breasts while she moaned into the night air.
"Vegeta"
"Vegeta"
~ in reality ~
Bulma had gotten up and entered Vegeta's room wondering why he was making noises in his sleep.
"Vegeta!"
"Did I miss another spot?"
"Vegeta wake up!"
"Damn you woman. What do you want?"
"You're damn moaning woke me up. Keep it down!" Bulma yelled.
Bulma exited Vegeta's room and went back to her room for some sleep. Vegeta fell back onto his pillow and sighed. Oh how he wished that that dream were real. It felt so real. Hours passed and Vegeta still hadn't gone back to sleep. He kept debating wether to take her now or later. He rose to his feet and went to Bulma's door. He tried to open it but it was locked. So he decided to enter her room through the balcony doors. He flew out of his window and went onto Bulma's balcony.
Her doors were unlocked and wide open. Vegeta walked in and was greeted to her smell. He enjoyed it. He looked to her bed and saw her asleep. She didn't have the covers covering her. They were discarded on the floor. He watched as her nipples would pierce through her tank. He watched her chest rise and fall with every breath she silently took. He crept to the side of her bed. He was just about to take her when she rolled over in his direction. He darted out of the doors. He looked around the corner only to see it was a false alarm. He re-entered her room and reunited to her side of her bed.
He brought his gloved fingers to her lips. Even throug the material he could tell they felt wonderful. He knealt down on the floor and starred at her. He brought his face closer to hers. Then his lips touched hers. Her soft warm lips enticed him. He was about to slip his tounge into her mouth when he decided it would be best to leave. What if she caught him. She would rub it in. He snuck out of her room, fell back onto his bed and went to sleep.
How was that. Things begin to get more interesting in the next chapter. All I need is 5 - 10 chapters. Thanx! :)
A/N: I gave it some thought and I decided that I SHOULD make a continuation to Bootylicious. This is where Vegeta's cravings for Bulma get stronger. Can he last? Find out.
Read Bootylicious before you read this. You'd better understand!
Chapter 2
Melting Ice Creams and Wet Dreams
Bulma woke up in a horrible mood. It was freaking hot. She felt like she was in an oven. Bulma went to her closet and put on the shortest pair of shorts she could find, along with a tank top which was REALLY loose and no bra. She wanted to be as relaxed as possible. She went down stairs for a midnight snack, hoping no one else was down there. Hoping never got her anywhere. Bulma entered quietly and saw the saiya-jin prince cleaning out the fridge. Bulma tried to be as quiet as possible. Damn saiya-jin hearing.
"What's with you being quiet?" Vegeta asked curiously.
"Nothing. I'm just trying not to disturb anybody in this house. It's a little thing called caring. Something the likes of you wouldn't understand!" Bulma shot back.
Vegeta hmphed and sat down at the table with basically everything edible he culd place his hands on in his arms. Bulma went to the freezer, enjoying it's cool effect, then she got some ice cream and placed it on a cone and sat on a stool at the island in the kitchen. She grabbed a magazine to read. She needed something to take her attention from the saiya-jin prince. She began to read, unbenounced to her that the saiy-jin was watching her eagerly.
*Damn that woman for being so damn appealing. I wish I COULD blast her. Then I would be able to live without thinking about her* Vegeta thought.
The heat was getting to everyone, especially Bulma's ice creame. The ice creame began to melt and a trail of it went down Bulma's fingers. She silently cursed to herself. Since it was a little she began to lick the ice cream off. The Prince tried to contian himself.
*Why? Why can't these thoughts leave me be. Not only does the woman have to lick it off like some wild animal but it has to be my favorite flavor...chocolate. I can't lick it off. I can't* The prince thought to himself.
Bulma licked all the ice cream off and got up to clean up the mess. Bulma got a sponge and cleared the countertop of objects. She bent down and began to clean the countertop.
*Oh Shit! Why? I've gotta get out of hear soon. But they look so good... No!! I can't be thinking like this. This is retarded. Who cares if they look really really.... ARG!!!* The prince thought to himself while staring at Bulma's breasts. Her shirt was loose remember. Vegeta got up and stomped up the stairs to his room and went back to sleep.
*What was that all about?* Bulma thought. She dismissed the idea, cleaned up the area, and went back upstairs to sleep. She went to her room and opened her balcony doors. She was going to sleep in her clothes. She turned her fan on and fell fast asleep. She began to dream about useless yet beautiful things not Vegeta.
~ dream ~
"Oh man! I spilled ice cream all over my hands. What's a baka woman to do?"
"I can help you."
"How?" Bulma asked stupidly.
Vegeta knealt down and began to lick her fingers softly.
"Mmmmmm. That feels sooo good Vegeta."
Vegeta continued to clean her fingers while Bulma made moans to herself. Once he was finished Bulma picked up the remains of the cone and poured the chocolatey melted mixture all over her breasts.
"Oops... you missed a spot."
"Don't worry. I'll clean it off of you quickly."
"No No...take you're time." Bulma replied.
"As you wish."
Vegeta knealt down and began to lick Bulma's breasts while she moaned into the night air.
"Vegeta"
"Vegeta"
~ in reality ~
Bulma had gotten up and entered Vegeta's room wondering why he was making noises in his sleep.
"Vegeta!"
"Did I miss another spot?"
"Vegeta wake up!"
"Damn you woman. What do you want?"
"You're damn moaning woke me up. Keep it down!" Bulma yelled.
Bulma exited Vegeta's room and went back to her room for some sleep. Vegeta fell back onto his pillow and sighed. Oh how he wished that that dream were real. It felt so real. Hours passed and Vegeta still hadn't gone back to sleep. He kept debating wether to take her now or later. He rose to his feet and went to Bulma's door. He tried to open it but it was locked. So he decided to enter her room through the balcony doors. He flew out of his window and went onto Bulma's balcony.
Her doors were unlocked and wide open. Vegeta walked in and was greeted to her smell. He enjoyed it. He looked to her bed and saw her asleep. She didn't have the covers covering her. They were discarded on the floor. He watched as her nipples would pierce through her tank. He watched her chest rise and fall with every breath she silently took. He crept to the side of her bed. He was just about to take her when she rolled over in his direction. He darted out of the doors. He looked around the corner only to see it was a false alarm. He re-entered her room and reunited to her side of her bed.
He brought his gloved fingers to her lips. Even throug the material he could tell they felt wonderful. He knealt down on the floor and starred at her. He brought his face closer to hers. Then his lips touched hers. Her soft warm lips enticed him. He was about to slip his tounge into her mouth when he decided it would be best to leave. What if she caught him. She would rub it in. He snuck out of her room, fell back onto his bed and went to sleep.
How was that. Things begin to get more interesting in the next chapter. All I need is 5 - 10 chapters. Thanx! :)