Chapter Five
Vegeta On Rye
AN: MUAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH!
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ but I do bite. GRRRR!
Oh how naughty it felt, his lips lighting flames and emotions with a single touch until he consumed her whole being. Was this just a one-time thing . . . Yes, yes it was.
Mm eggs . . . bacon . . . Vegeta. Mmmm, Vegeta . . . On rye . . . or maybe white bread with that mustard she couldn't remember. She turned to the side, fully used to her bed being empty; this was not the case. Her arm thumped against something soft, warm . . . enticing. Oh dang it! Oh yes! Oh God yes! No, no, damn it!! No, no, this is what I want! No, it's not! The two sides of her brain decided to argue over the man next to her, little did they notice he was only half naked and lying on top of the covers.
"Shaolin Monk Technique," he murmured sleepily.
"Mm-hmm," she murmured just as softly in his ear.
Vegeta's eyes opened wider than what seemed humanly possible. He laid board stiff until he realized where he was. He relaxed until he was only as stiff as week old moldy bread.
"Mornin'," she giggled.
"Grrr," he growled playfully, rolling on top of her.
They wrestled for sometime before the loud growling of stomachs interrupted them from they playfully rowdiness. The conversation was relaxed and all subjects were open for the first time in their friendship. Could they even call it a friendship still? 'Course not.
"You're good in bed," he chuckled, biting into his ham and rye.
"You're not too bad yourself. You know what I'd like right now?"
He raised a heavy brow. "Vegeta on rye . . . Toasted rye," she winked seductively.
"That's funny, because I taste better on white bread."
They both stared at each other blankly before bursting into horrible fits of laughter. Vegeta on rye still sounded so good. Yummy, yummy.
AN: Edits.
POAS
Vegeta On Rye
AN: MUAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH!
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ but I do bite. GRRRR!
Oh how naughty it felt, his lips lighting flames and emotions with a single touch until he consumed her whole being. Was this just a one-time thing . . . Yes, yes it was.
Mm eggs . . . bacon . . . Vegeta. Mmmm, Vegeta . . . On rye . . . or maybe white bread with that mustard she couldn't remember. She turned to the side, fully used to her bed being empty; this was not the case. Her arm thumped against something soft, warm . . . enticing. Oh dang it! Oh yes! Oh God yes! No, no, damn it!! No, no, this is what I want! No, it's not! The two sides of her brain decided to argue over the man next to her, little did they notice he was only half naked and lying on top of the covers.
"Shaolin Monk Technique," he murmured sleepily.
"Mm-hmm," she murmured just as softly in his ear.
Vegeta's eyes opened wider than what seemed humanly possible. He laid board stiff until he realized where he was. He relaxed until he was only as stiff as week old moldy bread.
"Mornin'," she giggled.
"Grrr," he growled playfully, rolling on top of her.
They wrestled for sometime before the loud growling of stomachs interrupted them from they playfully rowdiness. The conversation was relaxed and all subjects were open for the first time in their friendship. Could they even call it a friendship still? 'Course not.
"You're good in bed," he chuckled, biting into his ham and rye.
"You're not too bad yourself. You know what I'd like right now?"
He raised a heavy brow. "Vegeta on rye . . . Toasted rye," she winked seductively.
"That's funny, because I taste better on white bread."
They both stared at each other blankly before bursting into horrible fits of laughter. Vegeta on rye still sounded so good. Yummy, yummy.
AN: Edits.
POAS