A/N: Thanks for the reviews, let's go!
Warning: SEX!! Don't like, don't read.
I don't own Dragonballz
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"Bardock... are you SURE that Vegeta can handle her?"
"Nappa... think about it. Their power levels went up, then skyrocketed down."
"Meaning..."
"Meaning Vegeta's already got her under control."
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Bardock, however, was vastly incorrect, as Bulma was currently tearing Vegeta's armour off his chest. Vegeta kept himself busy trying to get out of the compromising position he had been forced into. Once the armour was off, Bulma tore into Vegeta's uniform, flinging the large scraps every which way.
"When I get out of this, you are going to get the most torturous, painful death possible." Bulma had no reply, she just kept peeling away the fabric. "Do you ALWAYS destroy the clothing of those you want to fuck?"
"My ex-boyfriend had to wear his shirt as a kilt one morning."
"I'm sorry I asked." Vegeta, of course, had virtually nothing to say after that as Bulma clamped on one of his exposed nipples, swirling her tongue around it like a greedy cat. The saiyajin king fought back a moan as Bulma continued, her work making him aroused beyond belief.
Bulma stopped her ministrations and leapt off the saiyajin prince. "Liked that, didn't you?"
"What kind of game are you playing, siren?"
"My name is Bulma. Not siren, not wench, not bitch. Bulma."
"Well, whatever the hell your name is, you just made a BIG mistake." Vegeta rose from the floor, dusting himself off in the process.
Before Bulma could blink, Vegeta had her pinned to the bed, his tail snaking its way up her shirt. As the soft fur brushed against her breast, Bulma gave a large sigh of appreciation, letting her body relax somewhat. Vegeta continued to swirl his appendage around the young woman's chest, delighting in the soft, feminine moans the action was producing. The king quickly removed his tail, causing Bulma to whimper slightly before she was engaged in a fierce kiss.
Bulma's tongue pushed into Vegeta's mouth, and she ran it along the roof of his mouth as he sucked on the insides of her cheeks. Vegeta ground himself against the savage siren, earning him a keening moan that he swallowed greedily.
Finally, the two parted, gasping for breath. Bulma reached up and to Vegeta's shock, nuzzled his neck.
*What's going on? One minute she's a dominatrix, the next she's a submissive kitten? Still, if she was an easy woman to figure out, she'd be boring. I love a challenge.*
"Why?"
"Why what?" breathed Vegeta, slightly winded from their previous activities, if you could even call them that.
"Why are we doing this?"
"Because we want to? I'm assuming that's why you shredded the top part of my clothing."
"I..."
Bulma was at a loss for words. Surely she didn't REALLY want to couple with a person who held NO respect for her, didn't give a damn about her at all. The attraction WAS there, and the hormones raging in her body were, so far, winning over her logic.
Vegeta, fed up with the silence, yanked Bulma's shirt off without warning and threw it off the bed. Bulma opened her mouth to yell at him but could only gasp when his hands gently kneaded her bosoms. The sensation was so wonderful, so RIGHT... just like it had been with Zenith, only he loved her... Vegeta didn't.
"Stop." she managed to pant out. Vegeta did stop, but not without getting supremely pissed off about it.
"What the fuck do you want?? One minute you're all over me, the next you push me away. Do you want to be fucked or not??"
"No, I don't want to be FUCKED. That's crude and that's dirty. I'm not some damn whore. You can't give me what I want, because I don't KNOW what I want. I don't know ANYTHING anymore, dammit! I can't even wish I wanted to go home because I never HAD one!" Bulma glared at Vegeta, who was currently straddling her and wore an annoyed expression on his face. "I..."
"Do you want this? Yes or no? I'm not some damn rapist, I'm not going to force you, but I want an answer. I don't need some philosophical shit at the moment, I'm horny."
*Do I want this?* Bulma let her eyes travel over Vegeta's pectorals, down his abdomen, and let them rest on his straining, clothed arousal. Her face became warm, and she could feel the same anticipation between her legs as she did long ago. *I need to get laid.* "Yes. Now hurry up before change my mind Kamidammit!'
Vegeta hastily removed all clothing between the two of them, impatient as he usually was, only more so. Bulma flipped him over so that SHE was on top and kissed him once again. The two explored each other's bodies for a period of time, Vegeta loving the feel of the siren's legs wrapped in his, Bulma really liking the feel of Vegeta's ass when he flipped them over again. Although, the most interesting part of Vegeta just HAD to be his tail.
Bulma fingered the base of the furry appendage, her curiosity getting the better of her. The saiyajin above her growled in ecstasy, savagely claiming one of Bulma's nipples and toying with it greedily. Bulma stroked the tail, smiling at the soft fur that adorned it. Vegeta shook with desire, and was rapidly losing control of his senses. The saiyajin king grasped Bulma's hands, effectively pinning them above her head with one hand as the other fingered her navel, eliciting grunts of impatience from the sky-haired warrior.
Sooner than they both could fathom, they were inside and around each other, grinding together, desperately pushing themselves to the height of bliss. Both were panting heavily, Bulma shaking and bucking upwards like a madwoman, Vegeta groaning with pleasure, driving into the beautiful siren below him with an accuracy once thought to be only possessed by the gods.
Neither could think, they were too wrapped up in the feel of each other, the sweat that rolled down and off their backs, the euphoria they needed to reach. Bulma's legs clamped themselves around Vegeta, encouraging him to drive further, deeper, harder. The saiyajin above her was only too happy to do so, and the heated moans coming from their throats only became louder.
~*~
"Goku... what's that noise?"
"It's probably just the crew sparring, don't worry love."
Goku and ChiChi were cuddling up by a small flare of ki Goku had created; it was just like Vegeta to give them the coldest room on the entire ship. The raven-haired woman was becoming rather worried about the odd sounds that came from a distant room. A loud moan suddenly cut through the room, and Goku was forced to rethink his explanation.
"Well, maybe not sparring..."
*Whatever's going on, it sounds like two monkeys in heat!* "Goku, do you think...?"
"It's probably better not to think." A cry that suspiciously sounded like Bulma's voice has heard. *Definitely better NOT to think.*
~*~
The two were grinding together at lightning speed now, Bulma's hands gripping Vegeta's back like a lifeline, the latter digging his nails into her shoulders, leaving angry scratches on Bulma's bronze skin. Then, Bulma arched like a cat, her orgasm hitting her without warning. It was as if something had exploded inside her, only it wasn't harmful, completely the opposite, and she screamed.
"DAMN YOUUU!!"
Vegeta was thoroughly shocked at THOSE type of words during the height of passion, but all coherent thoughts flew from his mind at his ejaculation, bringing him up to the place where he had worked so hard to get. An animalistic cry erupted from his throat, and he collapsed on top of the siren, breathing heavily.
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Let me know what you think!
Warning: SEX!! Don't like, don't read.
I don't own Dragonballz
~*~
"Bardock... are you SURE that Vegeta can handle her?"
"Nappa... think about it. Their power levels went up, then skyrocketed down."
"Meaning..."
"Meaning Vegeta's already got her under control."
~*~
Bardock, however, was vastly incorrect, as Bulma was currently tearing Vegeta's armour off his chest. Vegeta kept himself busy trying to get out of the compromising position he had been forced into. Once the armour was off, Bulma tore into Vegeta's uniform, flinging the large scraps every which way.
"When I get out of this, you are going to get the most torturous, painful death possible." Bulma had no reply, she just kept peeling away the fabric. "Do you ALWAYS destroy the clothing of those you want to fuck?"
"My ex-boyfriend had to wear his shirt as a kilt one morning."
"I'm sorry I asked." Vegeta, of course, had virtually nothing to say after that as Bulma clamped on one of his exposed nipples, swirling her tongue around it like a greedy cat. The saiyajin king fought back a moan as Bulma continued, her work making him aroused beyond belief.
Bulma stopped her ministrations and leapt off the saiyajin prince. "Liked that, didn't you?"
"What kind of game are you playing, siren?"
"My name is Bulma. Not siren, not wench, not bitch. Bulma."
"Well, whatever the hell your name is, you just made a BIG mistake." Vegeta rose from the floor, dusting himself off in the process.
Before Bulma could blink, Vegeta had her pinned to the bed, his tail snaking its way up her shirt. As the soft fur brushed against her breast, Bulma gave a large sigh of appreciation, letting her body relax somewhat. Vegeta continued to swirl his appendage around the young woman's chest, delighting in the soft, feminine moans the action was producing. The king quickly removed his tail, causing Bulma to whimper slightly before she was engaged in a fierce kiss.
Bulma's tongue pushed into Vegeta's mouth, and she ran it along the roof of his mouth as he sucked on the insides of her cheeks. Vegeta ground himself against the savage siren, earning him a keening moan that he swallowed greedily.
Finally, the two parted, gasping for breath. Bulma reached up and to Vegeta's shock, nuzzled his neck.
*What's going on? One minute she's a dominatrix, the next she's a submissive kitten? Still, if she was an easy woman to figure out, she'd be boring. I love a challenge.*
"Why?"
"Why what?" breathed Vegeta, slightly winded from their previous activities, if you could even call them that.
"Why are we doing this?"
"Because we want to? I'm assuming that's why you shredded the top part of my clothing."
"I..."
Bulma was at a loss for words. Surely she didn't REALLY want to couple with a person who held NO respect for her, didn't give a damn about her at all. The attraction WAS there, and the hormones raging in her body were, so far, winning over her logic.
Vegeta, fed up with the silence, yanked Bulma's shirt off without warning and threw it off the bed. Bulma opened her mouth to yell at him but could only gasp when his hands gently kneaded her bosoms. The sensation was so wonderful, so RIGHT... just like it had been with Zenith, only he loved her... Vegeta didn't.
"Stop." she managed to pant out. Vegeta did stop, but not without getting supremely pissed off about it.
"What the fuck do you want?? One minute you're all over me, the next you push me away. Do you want to be fucked or not??"
"No, I don't want to be FUCKED. That's crude and that's dirty. I'm not some damn whore. You can't give me what I want, because I don't KNOW what I want. I don't know ANYTHING anymore, dammit! I can't even wish I wanted to go home because I never HAD one!" Bulma glared at Vegeta, who was currently straddling her and wore an annoyed expression on his face. "I..."
"Do you want this? Yes or no? I'm not some damn rapist, I'm not going to force you, but I want an answer. I don't need some philosophical shit at the moment, I'm horny."
*Do I want this?* Bulma let her eyes travel over Vegeta's pectorals, down his abdomen, and let them rest on his straining, clothed arousal. Her face became warm, and she could feel the same anticipation between her legs as she did long ago. *I need to get laid.* "Yes. Now hurry up before change my mind Kamidammit!'
Vegeta hastily removed all clothing between the two of them, impatient as he usually was, only more so. Bulma flipped him over so that SHE was on top and kissed him once again. The two explored each other's bodies for a period of time, Vegeta loving the feel of the siren's legs wrapped in his, Bulma really liking the feel of Vegeta's ass when he flipped them over again. Although, the most interesting part of Vegeta just HAD to be his tail.
Bulma fingered the base of the furry appendage, her curiosity getting the better of her. The saiyajin above her growled in ecstasy, savagely claiming one of Bulma's nipples and toying with it greedily. Bulma stroked the tail, smiling at the soft fur that adorned it. Vegeta shook with desire, and was rapidly losing control of his senses. The saiyajin king grasped Bulma's hands, effectively pinning them above her head with one hand as the other fingered her navel, eliciting grunts of impatience from the sky-haired warrior.
Sooner than they both could fathom, they were inside and around each other, grinding together, desperately pushing themselves to the height of bliss. Both were panting heavily, Bulma shaking and bucking upwards like a madwoman, Vegeta groaning with pleasure, driving into the beautiful siren below him with an accuracy once thought to be only possessed by the gods.
Neither could think, they were too wrapped up in the feel of each other, the sweat that rolled down and off their backs, the euphoria they needed to reach. Bulma's legs clamped themselves around Vegeta, encouraging him to drive further, deeper, harder. The saiyajin above her was only too happy to do so, and the heated moans coming from their throats only became louder.
~*~
"Goku... what's that noise?"
"It's probably just the crew sparring, don't worry love."
Goku and ChiChi were cuddling up by a small flare of ki Goku had created; it was just like Vegeta to give them the coldest room on the entire ship. The raven-haired woman was becoming rather worried about the odd sounds that came from a distant room. A loud moan suddenly cut through the room, and Goku was forced to rethink his explanation.
"Well, maybe not sparring..."
*Whatever's going on, it sounds like two monkeys in heat!* "Goku, do you think...?"
"It's probably better not to think." A cry that suspiciously sounded like Bulma's voice has heard. *Definitely better NOT to think.*
~*~
The two were grinding together at lightning speed now, Bulma's hands gripping Vegeta's back like a lifeline, the latter digging his nails into her shoulders, leaving angry scratches on Bulma's bronze skin. Then, Bulma arched like a cat, her orgasm hitting her without warning. It was as if something had exploded inside her, only it wasn't harmful, completely the opposite, and she screamed.
"DAMN YOUUU!!"
Vegeta was thoroughly shocked at THOSE type of words during the height of passion, but all coherent thoughts flew from his mind at his ejaculation, bringing him up to the place where he had worked so hard to get. An animalistic cry erupted from his throat, and he collapsed on top of the siren, breathing heavily.
~*~
Let me know what you think!