Disclaimer: o.O I own DragonballZ??? ::screams happily:: YAY!!!!!!!!! ::runs to the bank to collect the millions of dollars made in merchandise alone, that she must have if she owned the famous cartoon:: ::finds that there's only $50 in her bank account:: shoot, I guess I don't own DragonballZ!
Author's Note: ok after a year without writing any fanfics at Fanfiction.net your FAVORITE author ALIEN OUTCAST has finally come back to the site!!!! writer's block (or lack of inspiration) can be hell. lol. ok I was gonna put "Vegeta, a Virgin?" in my summary just to get you guys in to read my story (lol I'm eeeeeeviiiill) but I happened to find a story with that same exact title! (they ruin all my fun) This is my first attempt at a LEMON, but it turned out to be a LIME. So just think of it as a strongly rated R fic. hehe.
On one note, if this story closely resembles any other MANY MANY B/V fics out there, well I'm sorry. I didn't mean to, but this story is ALL from my imagination ONLY.
Vegeta Speaks
by: Alien Outcast
Bulma stopped fixing her hair in the mirror when she sensed someone's presence. She stood, dropping the brush on the vanity and turned to find Vegeta leaning against the door panel, arms crossed, face emotionless. But the look in his dark eyes made her gulp.
"Vegeta?" she inquired. He didn't say anything, just continued to stare at her, and for a moment, memories of the Namek days came flooding back to her. She quickly shook her head. No, he wasn't like that anymore. He's changed. Sure he isn't very sociable, but he isn't evil. Bulma gulped again.
"What do you want?" she carefully asked, and he grinned. I bet he hasn't gotten laid in forever. Well, I haven't either, but surely the Prince of all Saiyens has more resolve than me, a weak Earthling.
He was so fast that it seemed that he didn't move at all, but he did. Vegeta now stood so close to Bulma that she had to gasp for breath. Damn, why'd he have to be so fast?
She began to shove him away while saying, "Vegeta, I don't think that . . ." but she stopped short when she realized she was touching his chest. Damn he was built good.
Vegeta smirked when her breathing began to pick up. She tilted her head slightly upwards as his mouth came down on hers, hot breath mixing with each others. He placed his large hands on her small waist and picked her up with no effort at all. Carrying Bulma to the bed, he gently placed her down. He stripped off his shirt and came back down to her mouth, kissing her passionately.
She felt his tongue invade her mouth as his hands roved under her shirt. Panic seeped through her, but the thought quickly vanished as she realized how gentle he was handling her.
She moaned into his mouth as his hands found her breasts. But when he started to lift her shirt over her head, she quickly brought her hands down on his wrists in a movement to stop him.
"What's wrong?" he asked huskily, trying his best to keep himself under control.
"I'm scared." Bulma said truthfully, her eyes wide.
"Scared?" Vegeta's mind tried to process what she was trying to tell him.
"Well, I've never done this, I mean . . ."
"You've never been with a man?!" he asked, shocked.
Bulma blushed and turned her head to the side, trying to avoid his gaze. "I planned on waiting till I was married . . ." she trailed off. Nervously, she fiddled with her hands, but Vegeta carefully took them in his and gently placed one on each side of her head. Bulma looked up at him as he laced his fingers with hers.
Vegeta brought his mouth to Bulma's ear and whispered softly, "You don't have to be scared. I'll protect you." His breath tingled her ear, and she held her breath by the intimacy of it.
She turned her head towards his, to look in his soft, black eyes, and said, "I trust you."
He kissed her softly on the cheek, and then moved to her jaw line, leaving a trail of wet kisses down her neck and to her collarbone. Vegeta only stopped to take off their pants and undergarments, and then moved back to kiss her neck.
His fingers moved down past her navel, and she grabbed his wrist and once more stopped him.
"No," Bulma said as sternly as she could. "I want the first time I come to be with you, not like that."
Vegeta understood, but would have protested if she wasn't already wet. He nodded, and lacing their fingers back together again, he laid on top of her, using his forearms to keep most of the weight off of Bulma so he wouldn't crush her.
He moved back to her mouth as he entered her slowly, and she screamed inside him as she felt a ripping pain in her sex. Vegeta was already completely still when she said hastily against his mouth, "Don't move."
Bulma's eyes were moist, and he kissed both of them, and then whispered, "It's all right, onna."
After awhile she took a deep breath and said, "Ok."
Vegeta slowly went in and out, and when she started to move with him, he gradually picked up speed.
Bulma screamed out his name, which only drove Vegeta faster, and when he finally allowed himself to come, he said into her ear, "Bulma."
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Bulma woke the next morning with the biggest smile on her face. She was lying on her back, Vegeta on his side, and his arm was strewn across her chest that was still covered by the small tank-top. His face was resting above her shoulder as if he had kissed her cheek before falling asleep.
Bulma moved onto her side, and Vegeta's arm instantly wrapped around her waist and pulled her closer to him. She still had the biggest smile on her face when her eyes popped open. She quickly turned on to her other side to face him, and she whispered, "Vegeta!" He shifted slightly and moaned, but that was his only response. "Vegeta!!" she said louder, and he said groggily, "What?"
"You said my name!" she said excitedly. (A/N: I really want to break out in the song "Say my name" from Destiny's Child, but won't)
"What?" he said again, this time with more questioning in his voice.
"Last night, instead of calling me woman or onna, you said 'bulma!'"
"That's why you were given a name, wasn't it?" he asked sarcastically, his eyes still closed.
"I love you." she said, kissing the tip of his nose.
He grunted in response and pulled her closer, saying, "Sleep."
A/N: PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW! I know you don't like to, but I really want to know if I suck after a year. Please no flames though, cause my feeling get easily hurt. Constructive critisism hurts me a LITTLE but since it's CONSTRUCTIVE, I force myself to endure it. lol
