Chapter Three
Lick Me, Baby, One More Time
AN: HULLO EVERYBODY!
Disclaimer: I own Dragon Ball Z . . . I also store lizards in my pants. Which do you think is real? NEITHER!!! Unless you count that one time . . .
Resolve. Something she had relished from the moment the thought had been crammed into her head. She didn't care anymore, this crush, this crush was nothing! It was a figment of her imagination, a dream she could will away. She closed her eyes and thanked the God she believed in, some being far away whom only answered prayers and guided her, never did she attend church because church was where what she had dubbed "it" had happened. There was no time to dwell on the past, this was the now, this was where she was. She was now free, free of a burden that had plagued her for as long as she could remember. And her weekend went on as normal, as normal as it could be for a hermit. So did her month, and her next six months. Her crush had been abolished! That was, until she had her wrestling group over.
Blehah! Bulma was pinned between Couch, the actual couch, and someone's leg. She wasn't sure which but this little spat had gone on for seven plus hours and Vegeta still hadn't been defeated in the least. However, thankfully, Vegeta was trapped under her lap, so it counted as a pin that was until he gathered enough strength to shove the two to the floor. He offered her that grin of his, that heart-panging grin of grins, that grin that had had her trapped for so long. She returned it with a swift smirk and calculating tackle to turn the tables on the . . . well whatever he was, the tables were turned! Keyray sat on the sidelines talking to Tristan and watching with semi-interest at the trio wrestled to get Vegeta down for more than a minute. They had failed every attempt.
"Why won't you just stay down!?" Bulma yelled in exasperation, her fluffy blue locks in her dainty little mouth.
"I don't wanna," he mocked whined.
"Oh that's it!!" she shouted, placing Vegeta in a headlock.
He chuckled at her as Couch simply went to sit down on a nearby chair. Bulma made herself comfortable, as did Vegeta since he liked the view he was getting. Bulma stiffened suddenly, getting the whisper of a feeling of something . . . warm and slick and OH MY GOD, HE WAS LICKING HER!!! She quickly released the . . . the stupid . . . guy and ran away sputtering and flailing her arms about in distress. No one came to her aid instead they all laughed, including Vegeta who found out she really didn't taste like anything either. Pay back was a son of a . . .
"WHORE!!" Bulma screamed as she came back into the living room. "You tricky little . . ." she pounced again, this time catching him off guard and keeping him pinned with all the angry adrenaline rush strength she had in her.
"Bleeheheheheh!" was Vegeta's only response as she straddled his chest.
"I win."
The evil one simply grinned at her before grabbing her, pushing her to the floor, and placing his entire body on top of her. This isn't right, he heard her murmur softly, but there was nothing else. She didn't struggle or anything, she just laid there, thinking. She saw his arm in front of her, slightly holding her down, and with a mind of it's own, her tongue snaked from her mouth and onto his warm flesh. She felt him tense and suddenly wished he tasted like something! BLAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAHLEEEEEEEEH! Vegeta jumped and squirmed away, leaving Bulma the victor. She only smiled at him and the party ended with all five crammed on the couch playing Dragon Ball Z Ultimate Battle 22 with light Jazz playing in the background. They seriously has no lives.
AN: Again just some minor edits.
POAS
Lick Me, Baby, One More Time
AN: HULLO EVERYBODY!
Disclaimer: I own Dragon Ball Z . . . I also store lizards in my pants. Which do you think is real? NEITHER!!! Unless you count that one time . . .
Resolve. Something she had relished from the moment the thought had been crammed into her head. She didn't care anymore, this crush, this crush was nothing! It was a figment of her imagination, a dream she could will away. She closed her eyes and thanked the God she believed in, some being far away whom only answered prayers and guided her, never did she attend church because church was where what she had dubbed "it" had happened. There was no time to dwell on the past, this was the now, this was where she was. She was now free, free of a burden that had plagued her for as long as she could remember. And her weekend went on as normal, as normal as it could be for a hermit. So did her month, and her next six months. Her crush had been abolished! That was, until she had her wrestling group over.
Blehah! Bulma was pinned between Couch, the actual couch, and someone's leg. She wasn't sure which but this little spat had gone on for seven plus hours and Vegeta still hadn't been defeated in the least. However, thankfully, Vegeta was trapped under her lap, so it counted as a pin that was until he gathered enough strength to shove the two to the floor. He offered her that grin of his, that heart-panging grin of grins, that grin that had had her trapped for so long. She returned it with a swift smirk and calculating tackle to turn the tables on the . . . well whatever he was, the tables were turned! Keyray sat on the sidelines talking to Tristan and watching with semi-interest at the trio wrestled to get Vegeta down for more than a minute. They had failed every attempt.
"Why won't you just stay down!?" Bulma yelled in exasperation, her fluffy blue locks in her dainty little mouth.
"I don't wanna," he mocked whined.
"Oh that's it!!" she shouted, placing Vegeta in a headlock.
He chuckled at her as Couch simply went to sit down on a nearby chair. Bulma made herself comfortable, as did Vegeta since he liked the view he was getting. Bulma stiffened suddenly, getting the whisper of a feeling of something . . . warm and slick and OH MY GOD, HE WAS LICKING HER!!! She quickly released the . . . the stupid . . . guy and ran away sputtering and flailing her arms about in distress. No one came to her aid instead they all laughed, including Vegeta who found out she really didn't taste like anything either. Pay back was a son of a . . .
"WHORE!!" Bulma screamed as she came back into the living room. "You tricky little . . ." she pounced again, this time catching him off guard and keeping him pinned with all the angry adrenaline rush strength she had in her.
"Bleeheheheheh!" was Vegeta's only response as she straddled his chest.
"I win."
The evil one simply grinned at her before grabbing her, pushing her to the floor, and placing his entire body on top of her. This isn't right, he heard her murmur softly, but there was nothing else. She didn't struggle or anything, she just laid there, thinking. She saw his arm in front of her, slightly holding her down, and with a mind of it's own, her tongue snaked from her mouth and onto his warm flesh. She felt him tense and suddenly wished he tasted like something! BLAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAHLEEEEEEEEH! Vegeta jumped and squirmed away, leaving Bulma the victor. She only smiled at him and the party ended with all five crammed on the couch playing Dragon Ball Z Ultimate Battle 22 with light Jazz playing in the background. They seriously has no lives.
AN: Again just some minor edits.
POAS