Chapter 3: Pleasure…I think?
"Woman! Where are you?! I'm home!" hollered Vegeta, almost breaking the window in his haste to open it. He stepped thru the window into his and Bulma's bedroom. He looked around the room, she wasn't there. Walking into their adjoining bathroom he looked. She wasn't there either.
Growling, he exited the bedroom and walked into the immense hall. He stretched his ki senses, and found that she was in the kitchen. He paled. "God, I hope she isn't making dinner tonight. Where's that annoying mother of hers when you need her?" he muttered, almost afraid of what he would find when walking in the kitchen.
He entered, but to his surprise, she was sitting at the table, sipping a cup of coffee, reading a magazine. He squinted his eyes from the doorway to see what she was reading. 'Beauty Hints'. He snorted, which alerted here of his presence.
"Oh, Good Morning Vegeta. Where would our 'dear' son be?" she asked in a sickly sweet tone.
At this, Vegeta tried to suppress his grin. But knowing her, she saw it anyway.
"Vegeta? Why are you smiling like that? And where is Trunks?" she asked, becoming suspicious. It wasn't everyday that she saw her husband grinning like a wild man. The last time that she could remember him grinning and laughing was when she asked him to watch a movie with her. "Black Hawk Down," she remembered. He was staring at the T.V. when he started to laugh hysterically. She had asked him what was so funny, and he had just responded through tears that it was so un-realistic when the guys were getting shot and blow to pieces. She had tuned out the details why.
There were very few things in life that could make her mate laugh or smile. It would either have to be unbelievably hysterical and bloody or ironic and bloody or just gory and bloody. Actually it really could be anything; there is no telling what he might find humorous.
Bulma was becoming seriously confused now. Her husband was still standing there, trying to contain his grin, but failing miserably. "Veggie-kun?" she started, "Are you…okay?"
Faster than lightening he was in front of her. Bulma almost fell out of her chair. 'Damn, I hate when he does that without any warning.'
Vegeta reached down and pulled her to her feet, and slammed her against the kitchen counter.
He buried his head into the crook of her neck, and nuzzled it. "Guess what?" he whispered.
Poor, poor Bulma. What was she to do? She could either stand here or attempt to play her mate's little guessing game, or she could throw that out the window and ravage him like an animal…as you could see she was in a very bad situation. "What?" she whispered back, a little unsteady, because Vegeta was sensually licking her neck. It wasn't helping at all.
"Guess," he said again, this time nipping her on the neck, which almost made Bulma's knees give way. She hated when he did this. She could never control herself around him, whenever he acted like this. They weren't exactly alone, however. Bulma's parents were in the next room, watching T.V., but do you seriously think that either of them gave a fuck right now? No, I didn't think so.
Bulma was having trouble thinking, let alone trying to produce speech from her lips. Oh well, its not like she would have been able to anyway, since the next moment two lips pressed against hers.
Vegeta pressed her harder against the counter, but Bulma retaliated. She walked forward, he lips still pressed to Vegeta's, and they both stopped after Vegeta felt the back of his knees hit the edge of the oak wood table.
Vegeta mumbled his disagreement, not liking being the one dominated in anything, not even sex. But he eventually gave it up when Bulma rubbed his tail spot, causing him to jump with excitement.
Bulma grinned against his mouth. She knew just how to get to him, and it seemed that it had worked. A deep rumbling purr sounded through out his body, making Bulma grin wickedly, and continued to press his tail spot.
Vegeta's knees buckled, and he crashed against the table on his back. Bulma followed him not a moment later, although she was on top. They started making out, like two high school teenagers that were sitting in the back of a car.
Both their hands were running along each others body, exploring the familiar pleasure points. Finally Vegeta rolled them off the table, but slowed there fall with his ki and they landed gently on the tile. Not that any one of them would have noticed or cared if they crashed into the floor…
"You." Kiss. "Never." Kiss. "Guessed." Kiss. Vegeta gave up on a conversation, seeing that neither Bulma, nor he was very interested in conversing at the moment. But Bulma heard him anyway, and stopped. She laughed at the look on his face.
"Awww, poor baby. Okay, let's see." She giggled at the pout on his face. She brought his head down and leaned into his ear. "If you tell me why you were so happy, we can get back to what we were doing." She laughed once again, at the look of joy that spread across his face. He looked like a little boy that just opened the best gift on Christmas morning.
"WearegoingtowishbackVegeta-sei!" he said in one breath. Bulma blinked. And then blinked again. She hadn't quite heard what he just said. Vegeta saw the look on her face, and decided to say it slower this time. But fast enough so that he could get it over with and continue with what they had been doing. "We are going to wish back Vegeta-sei." He leaned down to kiss her again, but she stopped him, her mouth gapping open. He smirked at the look of surprise on her face, and almost jumped off her when she screamed how wonderful that idea was. Almost jumped off…I mean he didn't want to lose his position. No way did he want to do that.
"Vegeta! That's such a great idea! Why didn't we ever think about that?!" she yelled in his face, but he didn't really seem to care that much. His mind was preoccupied to say the least.
"Because we are idiots, that's why. Now, can we please continue?" he pleaded. Sure he was happy about his home planet being wished back, along with everyone on it, but still….what would you rather do if you were in his dilemma? Jump around for joy or, ahem-you know? Do I really have to answer that question for you?
"Jeeze Vegeta. You act like we haven't done this just last night. Okay, you may resume." She grinned when his face lite up.
Vegeta didn't waste any time and was soon quickly kissing her again. They continued like that for a few minutes, very rarely coming up for air. His fingers danced at the hem of her shirt, readying to pull it over her head when a voice stopped him in the act.
"EWWW!!!!! DO YOU TWO HAVE TO DO THAT WHERE I CAN SEE YOU!!!! IT'S BAD ENOUGH THAT I HEAR YOU EVERY NIGHT BUT I DON'T WANT TO SEE THIS AGAIN!!!"
Vegeta head whipped up, and turned around to look at his son, who was currently covering his eyes with his hands. Bulma looked over his shoulder and saw Trunks, but just giggled. She knew how much Trunks hated it whenever he walked in on them. Which was very often. Just ask Trunks, although he might hit you our something because you just might bring back unpleasant memories for the ten year old.
Goten was standing next to him, and appeared to be confused, as to why his best-friends parents where on the kitchen floor. If you couldn't tell, Goten isn't as, informed as Trunks is when it comes to this subject. It might be because his parents are careful, or that they just don't do it. Hey, who knows? Or it might be the fact that Goku has been dead for practically ALL of Goten's childhood….
"Hi Trunks. What are you up too? I suggest that you disappear for awhile, while I'm still in a good mood, thanks to you Father." She smiled a sickly sweet smile at her precious son. Trunks visibly shuddered at what she just said about his Father and her, but decided to get out of there as quick as he could. For two reasons: he would have to hide from his Mother's wrath once she was uhh, done with his Father, and the second reason being…well I think you know what the second reason was.
"Brat!" Vegeta's gruff voice cut through the silence that had followed after Bulma talked. "Do what you Mother says. Shoo, get out of here!"
"I'm leaving! I'm leaving! The Dragon balls are in the backyard, but Dende says that we can't use them for six months because it's punishment for telling Shenron to leave. Mom, I'll put the Dragon radar in your lab, back where, I uhh, got it from."
Bulma's eyes narrowed, and even from underneath Vegeta, she sent a deadly glare at the lavender haired child. "You mean where you stole it from." Trunks gulped, and ran out of there as fast as he could.
"Finally, the brats are gone." Vegeta lowered his head again, and started to kiss her neck, down to her collar bone, reaching her---.
"Bulma? What are you and Mr. Vegeta doing?" asked an innocent voice, that we should all know by now was Goten. After Trunks had run out, he stayed, wondering what the two adults were doing. He thought it looked out of the ordinary, and wanted to 'check it out'. He's nine, what would you expect?
Vegeta groaned and his dropped into the crook of his mate's neck. "Go away," he muttered. Bulma giggled, once again, finding all of this very funny.
"But, what are you guys doing?" he asked once again, in that sweet little baby voice, that at nine years old, he still possessed.
"We-We…uh….we're," she stuttered, not really wanting to explain the birds and the bees to her best friend's son. "Sparring!" she yelled, out. Vegeta snorted from the place where his head was buried. Bulma however, was proud of herself that she managed to think of something.
"Really? I've never seen that type of sparring before," he replied.
"Oh well…it's a really old art of training. Right Vegeta?" He grunted, not caring what was being said, only wanting the 'brat' to leave so he could have his fun.
"Can you teach me?" he asked excitedly.
"Uh. No Goten. I'm sorry. It's really-really-uhh…," she stumbled over her words, starting to feel uncomfortable. Damn her brain for failing her now. Sure, she and Vegeta didn't really care if they got caught in the act. They were both a very daring couple, and everyone knew it. Whenever Bulma threw a party, they usually had their fun before everyone arrived. They either ended a few seconds before they all walked in the door, or sometimes they got caught. But now they were in front of a nine year old.
"Complicated," Vegeta huskily whispered into her ear,
"Complicated! Yes! It's a very complicated art. I don't think that you would get it," she said, quickly thanking Vegeta with a nip on the nose, which caused him to purr even louder as he was anticipating what was to come. You may think that Vegeta and Bulma should be bored of doing this all the time, but your wrong. With them it was always something new. A new sensation, a new pleasure point, new sounds. Everything was new. And it was NEVER boring.
Goten's face fell, but brightened right away. There was nothing that could keep the little boy down for long. "But I'm a really, really, really fast learner Bulma-san!" He started to jump around, not being able to contain himself.
Vegeta and Bulma sweat dropped. Vegeta was having trouble controlling himself in the close proximity of his mate. It took all his will power to not throw the brat out the window and then pounce on his mate, and continue with what they were trying to do!
Bulma could tell that Vegeta was getting impatient and wouldn't be able to control himself soon. She could just tell from the way that he was trying to suppress his purr, and trying not to shudder or pant. She realized that she had to get rid of Goten. And fast. Neither of them was going to be able to hold them selves anymore.
"Goten, I really don't think that you would get it. Maybe when you're older someone can teach you," she said quickly, also wanting to get rid of him. Vegeta had started to lick and nip her neck again, not caring anymore if his rivals son was still in the room. Believe me, when Vegeta wants something, he gets it, no matter what he has to do to get it. Even having sex in front of a nine year old.
"Will you teach me to spar like that Bulma? When I get older of course?" he pleaded. Goten was always looking for something new to learn, and this looked very fascinating.
Bulma was trying not to breathe heavily. Vegeta was nipping the place where he had marked her, all those years ago. Bulma moaned, and Goten raised his eyebrows, looking curios. "What was that?"
"Oh! It's just a special noise that people make while doing this type of sparring," she said nervously. "Vegeta cut it out. Wait until he leaves baby," she whispered into his ear, but Vegeta paid no heed to her, not being able to stop, and continued the sweet torture on her body. His tongue was playing with her ear, her neck, her mouth. He had a very skilled tongue.
"You mean other people know how to spar like this?" Goten asked, his eyes becoming wide with glee.
Bulma mentally slapped herself for suggesting that, while Vegeta laughed. The laugh reverberated through out his body, causing Bulma to moan once again. 'Does Vegeta have any idea how good that felt?' she thought. "Yes Goten, all grown ups can do this type of sparring." At this point, Bulma didn't care whatever the hell she said, as long as Goten got out of the room. She was trying really hard to not scream at him to leave them alone. But she held back. He was only an inquisitive kid after all. He didn't know what he was doing to both her and Vegeta.
"Really? Great! I can ask my Mom and Dad to train me in this type of fighting! Cool! Thanks Bulma-san!" He jumped around even more, already thinking about the ways that he could fight.
Bulma just nodded, not even hearing what he had said. She didn't care right about now if you haven't noticed.
Goten saw that Vegeta was doing something to Bulma's neck and walked over to them, and bent down, so he was level with him. Vegeta didn't even notice; he was too preoccupied with what he was doing. "Mr. Vegeta. What are you doing? It looks like your trying to eat Bulma-san."
That caught his attention, so he lifted his head, and glared. It wasn't that affective, because he was panting with need, but he still looked intimidating. Well sort of. If you consider lying on top of a woman intimidating. "Yes brat. That's exactly what I am trying to do. Now go the fuck way!" he yelled, loosing his patient. There was only so much that a man being deprived could take. Especially a Saiyan-jin male. Their instincts were very strong, and usually nothing could stop them. Males in general like to be the one dominating don't they? The ones who have control over their partner, and are extremely possessive? Well, take that and times it by one hundred, and you have a Saiyan-jin male.
Goten looked confused. "Why do you want to eat Bulma-san? Isn't she nice? And doesn't that hurt if you eat somebody? And she doesn't seem like she is in pain."
Vegeta growled, in both anger and pleasure. He couldn't decide which he felt more of at the moment. "Yes brat, she is very nice, and NO, it does not hurt to eat her, at least not the way that I am intending," he purred.
Goten looked even more confused. "So…eating someone the way that you are feels good?"
"Yes," he said exasperated. "It can sometimes relieve stress."
Goten's eyes opened even bigger if that was possible. "So, you mean that if I tried to 'eat' mommy it would help her release stress?" he asked awed.
Bulma burst out laughing at that, and Vegeta scowled. "No brat that is not what I meant. You should not try to eat your mother. Only your father can do that." He said. "If he evens knows how," he added on.
"Oh. Wait, I'm still confused. Can you explain that all again?" the boy asked.
"NO! Now go home and ask your own damn parents!"
Goten, seemed unaffected by Vegeta yelling at him, since he was use to it, but jumped up anyway. "Okay! Bye Bulma-san! Bye Vegeta-sama! I'm going to go and ask Mommy about this! Tell Trunks I'll be over later!" He turned around and ran out the kitchen door.
Bulma laughed. "Chi-Chi is going to kill us when she finds out that we have poisoned her babies mind with this kind of---"
Vegeta pressed his lips against hers, cutting her off in mid speech, not caring about what Chi-Chi would do to them. 'Finally!' he thought.
Bulma smiled, hearing his thought through the bond. She brought her arms up, and looped them around her lover's neck, pulling him against her body harder. They spent a few minutes of making out hot and heavy before things started to get out of control. "We should go upstairs." She whispered seductively against his mouth. He purred and picked her up off the floor. Without breaking the kiss they tried to walk properly up the stairs. But first they had to pass through the living room where Bulma's parents were sitting.
Mrs. Briefs was watching her daily soaps, while Mr. Briefs sat in his favorite recliner, reading the morning paper. They heard a loud bang and saw Vegeta pushing Bulma up the wall. Dr. Briefs raised his eyebrows when Vegeta put his hand up his daughter's shirt. "Ahem, Vegeta, Bulma. Can you please move this act to some place where we do not have to witness?" Mrs. Briefs just blinked and stared.
Vegeta didn't hear anything except Bulma's soft moans, and the pounding of both their hearts. Bulma however, had faintly heard her Father. "Up Vegeta. Bedroom," she whispered. Vegeta grunted, but obeyed his mate. Bulma jumped up, and wrapped her legs around his waist and wrapped her arms around his head, burying her hands into his hair, and kissing him deeply. He started to walk up the stairs towards their massive bedroom.
Mr. Briefs lowered his eyes back to his newspaper, and his wife returned to her soap opera. Neither of them thought about it again. After all, it was just another day at Capsule Corps. Everyone was used to Bulma and Vegeta's 'training'. If you left them in a room alone together, you shouldn't come back until a few hours.
Back upstairs, we return to Bulma and Vegeta who had made it up the stairs in one piece. They were sliding against the wall, neither wanting to take a breath of air.
Just at that moment Trunks decided to walk out of his room. He put one foot out, saw his parents, brought his foot back in, and slammed the door. Inside you could hear something that suspiciously sounded like a wall being banged with something rather hard and heavy.
Vegeta and Bulma were too wrapped up in each other to notice. They finally reached their bedroom, and Vegeta almost broke the door trying to get in. They stumbled in, and Vegeta closed the door with his foot. Inside he threw Bulma onto their huge king sized bed and pounced, crawling on top of her…
