Chapter 5
DISCLAIMER: I don't own DBZ or any of the characters from it, I do own this fics story line though and any characters that I create.
Bulma jumped as the door slammed shut behind her as Goku hurriedly left her standing alone in Vegeta's chambers. Nervously Bulma twisted her hands together, Vegeta was nowhere to be seen and it was making her damned uneasy. He should have been waiting for her, hassling her to strip and get into bed…shut up. He won't be that crass! He won't! Bulma took a deep breath and let it out slowly to calm her jangling nerves.
"Lord Vegeta?" She took a few steps forward into the room, expecting Vegeta to leap out at her at any second.
"I'll be out in a second." Vegeta's voice echoed out from what Bulma guessed was his bedroom. Sighing she sank onto one of the plush couches and tried to think of anything except what was to come. Every time she'd been called to Frieza's room to service his needs it had been like someone telling her that she was about to die. Frieza had terrified her even when he wasn't hurting her, but the real fear had always come when he'd call her into bed. He was so cruel…everything he ever did to her hurt. She couldn't remember ever enjoying sex or even deriving the smallest bit of pleasure from it. It had come to a shock to her when Eighteen had sat her down and explained to her that for most people sex was a pleasant experience.
Even the few times Frieza had forced Bulma to sleep with Frieza's close friends she hadn't felt anything resembling pleasure. All in all she wasn't really expecting much from Vegeta – maybe some pain and discomfort. If she was lucky it would be over soon and then that would be that. No more men, no more sex and no more pain.
"Sorry I took so long." Vegeta sauntered out of his room dressed in a rather becoming black ensemble of clothing. She didn't recognise the clothing type and assumed it was saiyan in origin. Vegeta kept a strange smirking smile on his face as he padded across the carpet towards her, his animal-like black eyes fixed onto hers.
"That's fine." Bulma felt her body tense and it was all she could do to hold in the sheer terror she was feeling as he drew closer. She didn't want the horrible feeling of pain that always came with sex – she didn't want to have to lie their while a filthy man heaved about her. But she would. She would do it and she'd damn well pretend to like it.
Vegeta sat down next to her, frowning at the obvious tension that was emanating from the woman. "Are you feeling okay?" He asked, stroking her hair.
Bulma raised an eyebrow, and seemed to gather her senses. 'Fine, my Lord." There was a slight pause and then Bulma turned to face him, this time when she spoke the wobble in her voice was unmistakable. "Could we get down to business, please?"
"Business?" Vegeta forced himself to keep his temper. It was painfully obvious that the woman really didn't want to be here and it annoyed him far more then it should have. He'd never met a woman who'd captivated his attention quite like she had and he'd definitely never felt an attraction towards anyone that was as strong as the way he felt for her. "I wasn't planning on simply bending you over, fucking you and then tossing you out." Vegeta spoke slowly and calmly, trying not to snap and simply shake some sense in the project. "I thought we could have lunch and then…"
He stopped as Bulma let out a hysterical laugh. "Lunch? This isn't a date."
The animosity in her voice took Vegeta a little by surprise and, frowning, he kept talking. "I'm trying to make this…" The saiyan searched for the word he wanted. "…Nice for you."
"Well you don't need to, and to be completely honest I'd rather just get this out of the …"
This time is was Bulma who was cut short as Vegeta leant forward she kissed her, his rebellious saiyan mind bristling at the thought of the woman simply wanting to get this over as soon as possible – as though she thought he wouldn't be good in bed. He deepened the kiss a little bit at a time, slowly letting his hands slip around the woman's tiny waist so he could pull her forwards into his arms.
He groaned and settled her in his lap, one hand running up to tangle in her hair as the other one traced spirals up and down her back. It'd been so long since he'd been with a woman, especially since he'd been with a woman he found attractive and he definitely found Bulma attractive. The longer the kiss lasted the more relaxed Bulma seemed to become until at last she pulled back from him and drew in a deep breath. Bulma watching him with a mix of confusion and fear, but underneath it he could smell her arousal.
Finally! Vegeta swallowed the thought as soon as he thought it.
"Are you sure you don't want lunch?" He ran his hands down and cupped her buttocks, squeezing gently and pulling her into contact with his arousal. Bulma drew in a sobbing breath and shivered in his arms, this time with something other then fear.
"No." She shook her head slowly. "No lunch."
Vegeta picked Bulma up, nuzzling her neck as he carried her through to his bedroom. Surprisingly he felt his heart speeding up with the thought of what was to come. He'd never felt nervous around women before, but the thought of not pleasing Bulma was making him feel on edge. What if Frieza had been a good lover? It wasn't likely…but what if he had been and he, Vegeta, didn't measure up? No. That wasn't likely. He was damned good in bed – there was no way he wouldn't please her.
Yes the anxiety was still there in part…
He set her down gently on his bed and paused to peel his shirt off before slowly lowering himself onto the bed next to her, puling her closer to him and kissing her again, allowing his hands to roam her body; softly and gently. In his experience women always liked sex to be gentle – there were some exceptions to the rule, but in general a little care went a long way with the female sex.
Bulma meanwhile had forgotten most of her earlier angst. In the space of a few minutes Vegeta had managed to ease most of the tension and worry out of her mind. She kept her hands nestled on the new emperors chest, occasionally pressing into the muscle as if to reassure herself that he was solid and real. Her attention was focused entirely on the man who was manipulating her body in a way that no man ever had – she was feeling things which she'd only felt when she'd pleasured herself. His hands stroked the right places the right was and it was all she could do not to curl up and purr like a depraved kitty cat.
For the first time in her life Bulma was finding out what it felt like to be truly aroused by another person…and she felt completely exposed. Vegeta was making her feel things which she'd never thought to feel, physical sensations which she had never imagined or even wanted a man to be able to give her. It was frightening, amazing and beautiful all at the same time – and he hadn't even gotten started with her yet.
"These are…silk sheets?" Bulma asked in between kisses, pulling a hand away from Vegeta's chiselled chest to stroke the soft earth-fabric which was caressing her body so softy. She needed to distract herself from the incredible physical sensations. They were overwhelming her natural dislike for intimacy…making her want to touch and explore Vegeta's body back…making her want to sleep with him.
Lust. God I hate lust. Bulma thought as Vegeta flipped her on top of him and ignored her question about the sheets. Irritably, Bulma realised that he body liked this position because she could feel his hardness brushing against her crotch…even through the fabric she could feel he was long and hard and terribly aroused.
She whimpered in pleasure as Vegeta's deft hands disposed of her shirt and pants, trailing them off her limbs while he watched with fascinated dark eyes as her body was revealed in all it's glory.
"God, you're do beautiful." Vegeta whispered the words in a voice that was twisted with desire. He kissed her again, as though possessed, his tongue darting inside her mouth to taste her. Almost of their own accord, Bulma's hand ran up his back and traced the outline of his rippling muscles. When she realised what she'd done Bulma almost yanked her hands away – Frieza would have beaten her for daring to make a move in bed without her permission – then she remembered that this wasn't Frieza. This was Vegeta and he liked her touching him.
That small thought and the knowledge that Vegeta seemed to be enjoying her small caresses were enough to remind Bulma that she certainly knew how to pleasure a man in bed. She'd always fantasised about pleasuring a man…and she knew how to make men feel good…but she was so nervous. What if he didn't like what she did to him? What if he laughed at her? But he wanted her…and, well, part of her lusted after him. Especially now that he'd made her feel this way. But if he laughed at her…
So what? Do you really care?
For once Bulma agreed with the voice in her head and with a sense of purpose she began to nibble and kiss Vegeta's neck and throat, dipping lower and lower, tracing the outline of his collar bone with her tongue and then trailing kisses down that perfect chest. Any scars she came upon she licked, then kissed, always going lower and lower until finally she reached his stomach and, to her surprise and pleasure, she heard him grunt slightly as she dipped her tongue into his belly button and then licked his tense abdominal muscles. She blew on his stomach as she raised her hands and slowly slid his pants off, her stormy blue eyes clashing with Vegeta's dark ones as he watched her with a look of need etched on his face.
"Now this looks familiar…" Bulma murmured with a smile as she quickly discarded Vegeta's pants and boxers, she traced his arousal with lights fingertips. "Should I finish what I started last night?" Her eyes flicked up to Vegeta as she blew on the head of his member and slowly licked up and down the shaft, never taking it completely into her mouth – just teasing him.
"Little witch!" Vegeta ground out, catching her in his arms and pulling her onto the bed next to him as he re-established dominance and fiercely kissed her. His hand traced her bra at the front as he kept her trapped beneath him, he stared down at it. "I liked this …black lace looks exquisite against your skin." He licked along the curve of one breast and Bulma dug her fingers into the silk sheets to keep from crying aloud, "But as good as it looks it has to come off…" he traced the outline again and then with a growl he ripped it off.
"Ow!" Bulma jumped as the material scraped her delicate skin. She mock frowned at him , "You'd better buy me a new one…that was an expensive bra! It came form a planet called Earth, and they're very hard to come by." Her voice was a low sexy purr and she pushed eagerly against Vegeta's body.
How can I sound so calm…how can I sound so sexy? Is this how Eighteen felt when she was with Frieza and all her other men…did she feel this powerful?
"I'll buy you a hundred more pairs." Vegeta told her thickly as he sat up and pulled Bulma up with him, forcing her to straddling his waist. Vegeta growled deep in his throat and Bulma caught site of his tail as it lashed around from arousal behind him, his fingers gently stroked her thigh and traced the outline of her panties then with another growl he tore them off.
"You owe me new underwear too now." Bulma managed to groan softly before Vegeta muttered something in saiyan and slid two fingers between her legs and into the damp curls. He slowly pushed them in and out of her body and Bulma closed her eyes in ecstasy. She barely even registered when he laid her gently back against the bed and moved over her, and didn't feel the usual wave of fear of being hurt as she felt him position himself at her entrance.
With a thrust he entered her, moving himself in slowly, as though sensing that Bulma was far more fragile then he looked. Once he was sheathed inside of her he slowly pulled himself out and then again thrust inside of her – this time harder. Bulma moaned, clinging to his back and spreading her legs even wider in encouragement to go deeper. He felt so good inside of her, stretching and felling up that empty space.
Her azure eyes fluttered closed on a wave of pleasure as he quickened his pace, unaware of Vegeta's eyes feasting on her every feature as he moved above her, revelling in her groans of pleasure. Slowly, oh-so-slowly, Bulma felt the tension begin to build in her tummy. It was like a rubber bank deep inside of her stretching tighter and tighter…building in her body to become something else and, moaning Vegeta's name, Bulma reached that peak of excitement and pleasure that no man had ever before managed to push her to.
As she groaned in primal pleasure and her body convulsed around his, Vegeta growled something out in saiyan above her and gave one more thrust into her before he too came, his body shuddering form the force of his orgasm. When the last dregs of pleasure had faded they lay in a tangled heap; eventually Bulma pulled away from Vegeta and moved over to a cooler part of the bed.
Wow…that was really amazing. Why didn't it feel like that when I slept with Frieza? Oh who cares anyway, Frieza's long gone…
She felt Vegeta's hand on her arm, pulling her back into contact with his body. Smiling gently she rolled over and rested her head on his chest, the tingling sensations of the orgasm dancing over her skin and reminding her of how intense their lovemaking had been.
"That was amazing." Bulma whispered as she grabbed a corner of the silk sheet and pulled it around her, revelling in the coolness. "I never dreamed it would be like that..."
"Should I be insulted by that?" Vegeta asked sardonically, but with a smile. "You sound so surprised."
"If anything you should be…pleased." Bulma hesitated before continuing to speak. "No man has even brought me during sex before…it was…amazing." She hid her face in his shoulder, not wanting to see his eyes.
"Glad to hear it." Vegeta sounded nonchalant, but there was a note in his voice which Bulma registered as pride. Abruptly he rolled over and caught her hands in his, his eyes had a strangely intense look in them and a wicked smile was slashed across his face. "Tell me, as a genetically enhanced being do you have increased stamina?"
Bulma looked up, a slow smirk crossing her features she felt his body stirring next to hers. "As a matte of fact…" She crawled on top of him and settled her body over his. "…I do." Bulma giggled as Vegeta growled and pulled he back under him again…
A/N - Okay okay, so what do we all think? Should I keep editing or should I give up now and save my brain the stress? I love you all...
