Disclaimer:
As sad as it is,
the truth is not sweet,
I do not own my precious
Dragonball Z *sniff*
I'm actually a real poet, I may upload some new stuff. LOL!
The other disclaimer, ideas from the movies 'Revenge of the Nerds' and 'PCU' (Politically correct U) i don't own those.
Chapter 6
The Queen of Vegetasei
Vegeta laid her down and felt the skin of her cheek as he caressed her. He kissed her with as much as longing as he contained, whilst running his hands up and down her body.
"Vegeta, is there more of a crush in this relationship?"
"Yes, of course"
Vegeta leaned down and nipped at her nose. She shivered and sucked on his lower lip. He grinned and slipped off his shirt, discarding it carelessly to the floor. He stared at her body, running his attention from her face, to her neck, to her quivering chest, risign and falling at her will, her stomach, and the portal to the unimaginable between her legs. He couldn't contain his lust for much longer.
He yanked his pants down and pushed them down his thick legs. He pushed his body closer to hers, absorbing the delicious friction between their bodies. He framed her breasts with his hands, breathing hotly on the nipples. Bulma gasped as she felt him draw her bud in his mouth, suffocating it with his thunderous tounge. Bulma fisted Vegeta's hair, he cared little if she pulled it out. How was this for real?
How could this really be happening? He wanted to seize the moment, and mark it as his. He spread her legs quickly and unexpectedly and brought her legs around his waist, brushing his arousal with hers. Bulma gasped as she felt Vegeta make his way inside her, staring at her intently, she knew his feelings for her. She cupped his face and moved her hips along with his. Where there bodies met, where they gave the other delicious sensations, was all that they were consumed with.
Vegeta grunted, his hold on control slipping as the friction increased below their waists. Vegeta's body quivered, his release was so close, as was Bulma's.
"Vegeta!" Bulma cried.
Vegeta grunted and climaxed, he let the lovely feelings coursing his body and exsaustion carry him and his princess into slumber.
~ Later in the day ~
18 was brushing her hair at her dresser. Vegeta walked inside, looking like his usual self.
"18! Gather the woman's things"
"Why would I want to do that?"
"Don't think, just do!"
Vegeta left, slamming the door behind him. 18's eye rose. She sighed and stood up from the dresser and walked over to the closet and gathered Bulma's things. 10 minutes later, she set Bulma's things outside the room, now way in hell was she going to truck Bulma's wardrobe upstairs. Vegeta returned and grabbed Bulma's stuff. He brought it upstairs and went back to his...no, their bed. :)
~ later some more ~
Everyone was downstairs relaxing, Vegeta and Bulma walked downstairs, grabbing everyone's attention.
"Weaklings around, the respect you give me, you'll give my woman aswell" Vegeta shouted proudly.
Everyone was silent, staring at the couple, testing the so called joke. Piccolo realised that Vegeta was being serious, his cigar fell out of his mouth from amazement.
"You guys serious?" Krillin asked. (A/N: Sorry krillin hasn't been real active in the fic. He finished his sylabus on nudty on the Discover Channel a few days ago, so now he's not glued to the tv anymore)
"Do I look like I'm joking crome dome?"
Krillin gulped and settled back into the sofa.
"Good, anyone got anything else to say?" Vegeta asked.
No one moved. They just stared.
"Good, green bean!"
Piccolo stood up, with a new cigar in his grasp. He and Vegeta left the house, leaving everyone still baffeled.
~ field ~
Vegeta and Piccolo were on the bleachers, at the very top, watching the hippies versus the womanysts in a competetive game of frisbee. Picclo released the soke in his mouth.
"Although I'm glad your happy, but we have a new problem"
"Speak up"
"Funds for the house and food are decreasing. We'll get more cash in 2 weeks, but we don't have enough for food for 3 days! We need quick cash"
"We'll get blubber man (Yajirobe) to make some Suey. (A little drug that Yajirobe and Bulma made, about the only thing those two ever did without getting in a disagreement! It's okay people)
"It's still not going to be enough"
Vegeta sighed and ran his hand through his hair.
"I've got it! Something we haven't done in ages!"
"What?"
"Party!"
Yay! How will the party go? Won't they need entertainment? Also, what's Yamcha up to? Dun Dun DUN!
Please review and tell me if this is good. *puppy eyes*
Wanna be on my update list? Just ask to join my Mailing List in a REVIEW or send a e-mail and ask and I'll invite you. XD
As sad as it is,
the truth is not sweet,
I do not own my precious
Dragonball Z *sniff*
I'm actually a real poet, I may upload some new stuff. LOL!
The other disclaimer, ideas from the movies 'Revenge of the Nerds' and 'PCU' (Politically correct U) i don't own those.
Chapter 6
The Queen of Vegetasei
Vegeta laid her down and felt the skin of her cheek as he caressed her. He kissed her with as much as longing as he contained, whilst running his hands up and down her body.
"Vegeta, is there more of a crush in this relationship?"
"Yes, of course"
Vegeta leaned down and nipped at her nose. She shivered and sucked on his lower lip. He grinned and slipped off his shirt, discarding it carelessly to the floor. He stared at her body, running his attention from her face, to her neck, to her quivering chest, risign and falling at her will, her stomach, and the portal to the unimaginable between her legs. He couldn't contain his lust for much longer.
He yanked his pants down and pushed them down his thick legs. He pushed his body closer to hers, absorbing the delicious friction between their bodies. He framed her breasts with his hands, breathing hotly on the nipples. Bulma gasped as she felt him draw her bud in his mouth, suffocating it with his thunderous tounge. Bulma fisted Vegeta's hair, he cared little if she pulled it out. How was this for real?
How could this really be happening? He wanted to seize the moment, and mark it as his. He spread her legs quickly and unexpectedly and brought her legs around his waist, brushing his arousal with hers. Bulma gasped as she felt Vegeta make his way inside her, staring at her intently, she knew his feelings for her. She cupped his face and moved her hips along with his. Where there bodies met, where they gave the other delicious sensations, was all that they were consumed with.
Vegeta grunted, his hold on control slipping as the friction increased below their waists. Vegeta's body quivered, his release was so close, as was Bulma's.
"Vegeta!" Bulma cried.
Vegeta grunted and climaxed, he let the lovely feelings coursing his body and exsaustion carry him and his princess into slumber.
~ Later in the day ~
18 was brushing her hair at her dresser. Vegeta walked inside, looking like his usual self.
"18! Gather the woman's things"
"Why would I want to do that?"
"Don't think, just do!"
Vegeta left, slamming the door behind him. 18's eye rose. She sighed and stood up from the dresser and walked over to the closet and gathered Bulma's things. 10 minutes later, she set Bulma's things outside the room, now way in hell was she going to truck Bulma's wardrobe upstairs. Vegeta returned and grabbed Bulma's stuff. He brought it upstairs and went back to his...no, their bed. :)
~ later some more ~
Everyone was downstairs relaxing, Vegeta and Bulma walked downstairs, grabbing everyone's attention.
"Weaklings around, the respect you give me, you'll give my woman aswell" Vegeta shouted proudly.
Everyone was silent, staring at the couple, testing the so called joke. Piccolo realised that Vegeta was being serious, his cigar fell out of his mouth from amazement.
"You guys serious?" Krillin asked. (A/N: Sorry krillin hasn't been real active in the fic. He finished his sylabus on nudty on the Discover Channel a few days ago, so now he's not glued to the tv anymore)
"Do I look like I'm joking crome dome?"
Krillin gulped and settled back into the sofa.
"Good, anyone got anything else to say?" Vegeta asked.
No one moved. They just stared.
"Good, green bean!"
Piccolo stood up, with a new cigar in his grasp. He and Vegeta left the house, leaving everyone still baffeled.
~ field ~
Vegeta and Piccolo were on the bleachers, at the very top, watching the hippies versus the womanysts in a competetive game of frisbee. Picclo released the soke in his mouth.
"Although I'm glad your happy, but we have a new problem"
"Speak up"
"Funds for the house and food are decreasing. We'll get more cash in 2 weeks, but we don't have enough for food for 3 days! We need quick cash"
"We'll get blubber man (Yajirobe) to make some Suey. (A little drug that Yajirobe and Bulma made, about the only thing those two ever did without getting in a disagreement! It's okay people)
"It's still not going to be enough"
Vegeta sighed and ran his hand through his hair.
"I've got it! Something we haven't done in ages!"
"What?"
"Party!"
Yay! How will the party go? Won't they need entertainment? Also, what's Yamcha up to? Dun Dun DUN!
Please review and tell me if this is good. *puppy eyes*
Wanna be on my update list? Just ask to join my Mailing List in a REVIEW or send a e-mail and ask and I'll invite you. XD
