Disclaimer: no, I do not own DBZ. What is with all this crappy crap anyway?
~Third POV~
Yamcha was whistling on his way to his blue-haired beauty when he heard it . . . A . . . moaning sound? Drawing his brows together, he tiptoed in the direction of the sound. He stopped before the GRAVITY ROOM?!
He carefully peeked through the open door - already confusing him - to see the shock of his life. . .
Bulma - HIS BULMA - lying on the Gravity Room floor, groping and kissing - VEGETA?!
He pulled back when one of Vegeta's eyes lazily looked in his direction. Yamcha was barely controlling his breathing, almost hyperventilating. His eyes started to cloud over and his vision swirled, blurring between reality and nothingness. He heard Bulma moan louder and say Vegeta's name, and suddenly, Yamcha couldn't take it anymore.
Drawing himself up straight, he took a gulp of courage and prepared to attack Vegeta.
Sure, he knew that he and Bulma had broken up, but he knew for sure that he had a way to get her back. It took him a good week to think of it, and it HAD to work.
He turned around and was about to launch a ki ball at Vegeta, but lost his nerve at the sight he saw and took off, not knowing where he was flying to.
~*~ Inside the GR ~*~
Vegeta had already taken off Bulma's 'Boys Lie' shirt and bra and was kissing and licking her chest. Bulma was moaning and gasping at his touch, running her fingers through his flame-like hair to keep him there.
Vegeta kissed his way over to her left breast, kissing the bud lightly before taking it into his mouth and sucking and licking.
Bulma gasped and cried out his name, her back arching up. Vegeta chuckled at her eagerness - which aroused Bulma more.
He nibbled and lazily the bud between his teeth, tasting her soft skin and loving it. His hands were begging him to be used, and he put them to work taking off Bulma's pants and panties.
He rubbed his fingers over her clit and teasingly dipped a fingertip into her, noting how wet she already was.
Bulma all at once felt a ping of courage and decided to put THAT to good use. She smiled and lowered one hand to Vegeta's waistline, even as he moved over to her previously unattended breast, taking his sweet time to lick it all over first. He didn't even notice Bulma had only ONE hand in his hair at the moment.
Vegeta growled when he felt her hand so near his rod, but continued his pleasing. Bulma starting pulling up his shirt out of it's tucked in position, forcing Vegeta to sit up to get it removed.
Bulma almost laughed at Vegeta's impatient glare at her, considering she was lifting it VERY slowly. Halfway up his chest his patience snapped and he quite literally ripped the shirt off.
Bulma suppressed a giggle as she noticed for the first time how hard he really was. (I wonder if THAT thing was really his tail?) She giggled at the thought. Vegeta raised a brow at her before shrugging it off and out of his spandex.
(So, we meet again) Bulma thought, reliving the shower incident in her mind while openly staring at his middle. O_O
Vegeta forced her back onto the floor and resumed where he left off, going down her stomach to lick and lap at her navel. She gasped at the feeling and he allowed himself yet another smirk.
(She's a very sensuous creature) he thought. Then . . . he went lower. He teased her at first, kissing her thighs and ran circles with his tongue around her entrance. Bulma bucked her hips uncontrollably seeking his mouth.
Vegeta held her hips down and gave into her and his want, lapping at her before thrusting his tongue into her. She cried out his name.
He smirked [Heaven only knows how he can do that all the time] and began a rhythm with his tongue, continuing harder and faster as she constantly said his name.
After a short while he added one finger to assault her. (Who knew the woman could taste this good?) he thought. Well, maybe Yamcha, but he didn't want to know the answer to that.
He actually growled and increased his speed at the thought that someone else might know her body.
Well, not to worry. He promised himself that by the end of tonight he'd know her body better than anyone else could. He smirked again at that.
Bulma was moaning out his name even as he thought, and tried to hold back her orgasm for as long as she could. She held it back for about . . . . . . How long it took you to skip over those periods. ^_^
Vegeta jerked back his finger and swallowed every drop of her juices as it came, knowing for a fact that he was about as hard as he could get. He moved back over her, kissing her with deep, passionate kisses. Tasting her tongue and noticing how she sucked on his.
He chuckled and slowly entered her, watching as she moaned and turned her head to the side. "Ah, Vegeta . . ."
He smiled and kissed her again, then began a rhythm. Slow at first, then faster, harder and deeper.
Bulma made gasp after gasp with his name called out between every two or three.
Vegeta wrapped his arms around her waist and increased his speed again, getting a VERY good reaction from Bulma -
"VEGETA!!"
Oh, that worked in making him go faster and harder still. Bulma's arms were as tight as they could get around his shoulders. Her eyes were tightly shut, basking in the feel of him moving inside of her.
One thought never left her mind the entire time: Damn him for making me feel so good.
Vegeta noticed - somewhere along the line - that her eyes were closed. He didn't like that. "No, no, look at me. Open your eyes," he said/growled at her.
She did as he said, looking into his eyes. But her eyes closed again after just a few seconds due to the feeling rushing through her. Vegeta growled and quit moving, earning a death glare from Bulma.
They stared at each other for a minute before Bulma spoke. "You stopped."
"I told you to look at me."
Bulma rolled her eyes. "I can't help it. That's just part of me."
"Learn to," Vegeta snapped. He wanted her to look at him to make sure he wasn't hurting her or being too much for her - like he'd ever say that out loud.
Bulma stared at him, wondering why in Hell he was determined to have her look at him. It wasn't obvious that she was already conscious it was Vegeta? She only said "Vegeta" more times than she could count.
Bulma sighed, knowing he was serious. "Alright, I'll try, but I can't make promises."
Vegeta didn't move. (Okay, so you aren't going to budge, huh? Well, two can play THAT game.)
"I told you, I can't make promises. Take it or leave it."
Vegeta smirked and started getting up.
Bulma panicked. "No, wait!"
"Yes?" He stopped, on hands and knees.
Bulma frowned and resisted the urge to pout. "I'll look at you, alright? Promise." Secretly she wondered how she was going to pull through on this promise. All she could do was hope she could make Vegeta forget about the promise.
He smirked that God Damn satisfied cat smirk and went back to his position, surprising Bulma when he started off at the same speed of which he stopped.
Vegeta kept an eye on her, making sure she kept looking at him. He noticed several times when her eyes fluttered, begging to fall back into PAST habits.
Just to see how she would hold up, he aimed for her 'spot' and hit it hard, again and again.
Bulma through her head back and screamed for the entire world to hear for all she cared. Her head stayed back and her eyes closed.
Vegeta smirked and let that slide. The point was that HE was doing this to her, not stupid weakling Yamcha or anyone else.
He resisted the urge to pound harder into her at the thought that someone else had her virginity, not him. But, he was careful not to hurt her. The last thing he needed was to ache for more of her and her to be scared of him, hindering him getting her.
Nonetheless he involuntarily increased his speed again when he felt her start to tighten around him. He closed his own eyes, his head coming to rest next to hers, savoring the feel of her.
He could feel his climax coming as well as Bulma could feel hers - was it wise to possibly impregnate her? He knew very well how his fangs were begging him to be in her neck.
NO!!
He cursed himself for being weak to this female, but he lost all control when she finally came, clamping down around him. He released into her, his fangs throbbing with need.
He gave in, sinking his teeth into her flesh while she screamed her climax. He tasted her blood and started to suck, mentally begging her to bite him, too, to finish it.
Somehow the message got through to her and she bit him as well, drawing blood and licking. Vegeta's head snapped up when he felt it, and he closed his eyes slowly, enjoying what it felt like to mate.
He rolled off of her with what strength he had left in him. (How is it that me, the second strongest fighter in the entire universe, could lose my strength and energy to a human woman, who happened to be one of the weakest on the planet?)
He glanced over and saw how Bulma panted, unable to move even her head. He smirked BIG TIME at this and pulled her over to him.
She would've cuddled closer, had she the energy. Vegeta formed a tiny ki ball and let it glide to the control panel where he landed it on the button that closes the door.
As the door shut with a hiss, he remembered his self-promise to know her body better than any man by midnight.
(THAT is going to take a while.) He sighed and allowed himself to go to sleep. After all, he would need it.
~Third POV~
Yamcha was whistling on his way to his blue-haired beauty when he heard it . . . A . . . moaning sound? Drawing his brows together, he tiptoed in the direction of the sound. He stopped before the GRAVITY ROOM?!
He carefully peeked through the open door - already confusing him - to see the shock of his life. . .
Bulma - HIS BULMA - lying on the Gravity Room floor, groping and kissing - VEGETA?!
He pulled back when one of Vegeta's eyes lazily looked in his direction. Yamcha was barely controlling his breathing, almost hyperventilating. His eyes started to cloud over and his vision swirled, blurring between reality and nothingness. He heard Bulma moan louder and say Vegeta's name, and suddenly, Yamcha couldn't take it anymore.
Drawing himself up straight, he took a gulp of courage and prepared to attack Vegeta.
Sure, he knew that he and Bulma had broken up, but he knew for sure that he had a way to get her back. It took him a good week to think of it, and it HAD to work.
He turned around and was about to launch a ki ball at Vegeta, but lost his nerve at the sight he saw and took off, not knowing where he was flying to.
~*~ Inside the GR ~*~
Vegeta had already taken off Bulma's 'Boys Lie' shirt and bra and was kissing and licking her chest. Bulma was moaning and gasping at his touch, running her fingers through his flame-like hair to keep him there.
Vegeta kissed his way over to her left breast, kissing the bud lightly before taking it into his mouth and sucking and licking.
Bulma gasped and cried out his name, her back arching up. Vegeta chuckled at her eagerness - which aroused Bulma more.
He nibbled and lazily the bud between his teeth, tasting her soft skin and loving it. His hands were begging him to be used, and he put them to work taking off Bulma's pants and panties.
He rubbed his fingers over her clit and teasingly dipped a fingertip into her, noting how wet she already was.
Bulma all at once felt a ping of courage and decided to put THAT to good use. She smiled and lowered one hand to Vegeta's waistline, even as he moved over to her previously unattended breast, taking his sweet time to lick it all over first. He didn't even notice Bulma had only ONE hand in his hair at the moment.
Vegeta growled when he felt her hand so near his rod, but continued his pleasing. Bulma starting pulling up his shirt out of it's tucked in position, forcing Vegeta to sit up to get it removed.
Bulma almost laughed at Vegeta's impatient glare at her, considering she was lifting it VERY slowly. Halfway up his chest his patience snapped and he quite literally ripped the shirt off.
Bulma suppressed a giggle as she noticed for the first time how hard he really was. (I wonder if THAT thing was really his tail?) She giggled at the thought. Vegeta raised a brow at her before shrugging it off and out of his spandex.
(So, we meet again) Bulma thought, reliving the shower incident in her mind while openly staring at his middle. O_O
Vegeta forced her back onto the floor and resumed where he left off, going down her stomach to lick and lap at her navel. She gasped at the feeling and he allowed himself yet another smirk.
(She's a very sensuous creature) he thought. Then . . . he went lower. He teased her at first, kissing her thighs and ran circles with his tongue around her entrance. Bulma bucked her hips uncontrollably seeking his mouth.
Vegeta held her hips down and gave into her and his want, lapping at her before thrusting his tongue into her. She cried out his name.
He smirked [Heaven only knows how he can do that all the time] and began a rhythm with his tongue, continuing harder and faster as she constantly said his name.
After a short while he added one finger to assault her. (Who knew the woman could taste this good?) he thought. Well, maybe Yamcha, but he didn't want to know the answer to that.
He actually growled and increased his speed at the thought that someone else might know her body.
Well, not to worry. He promised himself that by the end of tonight he'd know her body better than anyone else could. He smirked again at that.
Bulma was moaning out his name even as he thought, and tried to hold back her orgasm for as long as she could. She held it back for about . . . . . . How long it took you to skip over those periods. ^_^
Vegeta jerked back his finger and swallowed every drop of her juices as it came, knowing for a fact that he was about as hard as he could get. He moved back over her, kissing her with deep, passionate kisses. Tasting her tongue and noticing how she sucked on his.
He chuckled and slowly entered her, watching as she moaned and turned her head to the side. "Ah, Vegeta . . ."
He smiled and kissed her again, then began a rhythm. Slow at first, then faster, harder and deeper.
Bulma made gasp after gasp with his name called out between every two or three.
Vegeta wrapped his arms around her waist and increased his speed again, getting a VERY good reaction from Bulma -
"VEGETA!!"
Oh, that worked in making him go faster and harder still. Bulma's arms were as tight as they could get around his shoulders. Her eyes were tightly shut, basking in the feel of him moving inside of her.
One thought never left her mind the entire time: Damn him for making me feel so good.
Vegeta noticed - somewhere along the line - that her eyes were closed. He didn't like that. "No, no, look at me. Open your eyes," he said/growled at her.
She did as he said, looking into his eyes. But her eyes closed again after just a few seconds due to the feeling rushing through her. Vegeta growled and quit moving, earning a death glare from Bulma.
They stared at each other for a minute before Bulma spoke. "You stopped."
"I told you to look at me."
Bulma rolled her eyes. "I can't help it. That's just part of me."
"Learn to," Vegeta snapped. He wanted her to look at him to make sure he wasn't hurting her or being too much for her - like he'd ever say that out loud.
Bulma stared at him, wondering why in Hell he was determined to have her look at him. It wasn't obvious that she was already conscious it was Vegeta? She only said "Vegeta" more times than she could count.
Bulma sighed, knowing he was serious. "Alright, I'll try, but I can't make promises."
Vegeta didn't move. (Okay, so you aren't going to budge, huh? Well, two can play THAT game.)
"I told you, I can't make promises. Take it or leave it."
Vegeta smirked and started getting up.
Bulma panicked. "No, wait!"
"Yes?" He stopped, on hands and knees.
Bulma frowned and resisted the urge to pout. "I'll look at you, alright? Promise." Secretly she wondered how she was going to pull through on this promise. All she could do was hope she could make Vegeta forget about the promise.
He smirked that God Damn satisfied cat smirk and went back to his position, surprising Bulma when he started off at the same speed of which he stopped.
Vegeta kept an eye on her, making sure she kept looking at him. He noticed several times when her eyes fluttered, begging to fall back into PAST habits.
Just to see how she would hold up, he aimed for her 'spot' and hit it hard, again and again.
Bulma through her head back and screamed for the entire world to hear for all she cared. Her head stayed back and her eyes closed.
Vegeta smirked and let that slide. The point was that HE was doing this to her, not stupid weakling Yamcha or anyone else.
He resisted the urge to pound harder into her at the thought that someone else had her virginity, not him. But, he was careful not to hurt her. The last thing he needed was to ache for more of her and her to be scared of him, hindering him getting her.
Nonetheless he involuntarily increased his speed again when he felt her start to tighten around him. He closed his own eyes, his head coming to rest next to hers, savoring the feel of her.
He could feel his climax coming as well as Bulma could feel hers - was it wise to possibly impregnate her? He knew very well how his fangs were begging him to be in her neck.
NO!!
He cursed himself for being weak to this female, but he lost all control when she finally came, clamping down around him. He released into her, his fangs throbbing with need.
He gave in, sinking his teeth into her flesh while she screamed her climax. He tasted her blood and started to suck, mentally begging her to bite him, too, to finish it.
Somehow the message got through to her and she bit him as well, drawing blood and licking. Vegeta's head snapped up when he felt it, and he closed his eyes slowly, enjoying what it felt like to mate.
He rolled off of her with what strength he had left in him. (How is it that me, the second strongest fighter in the entire universe, could lose my strength and energy to a human woman, who happened to be one of the weakest on the planet?)
He glanced over and saw how Bulma panted, unable to move even her head. He smirked BIG TIME at this and pulled her over to him.
She would've cuddled closer, had she the energy. Vegeta formed a tiny ki ball and let it glide to the control panel where he landed it on the button that closes the door.
As the door shut with a hiss, he remembered his self-promise to know her body better than any man by midnight.
(THAT is going to take a while.) He sighed and allowed himself to go to sleep. After all, he would need it.