I'm baaaaaaa-aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack!!!!!!!!!!!
Now, let's see. What happened last time. . . ? Ah, yes. . .
"Because none of the workers have called to report anything!"
*RIIIIINNNGGGGG!!*
Bunny and Dr. Briefs looked at the phone.
Third POV
And now for the long-awaited chapter! Dun-dun-dun!! *Cue corny music*
*Readers cut corny music and glare* "GET ON WITH IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
O. . . . . Kay. . . . . . . .
Slowly, dreading who was on the other line, Dr. Briefs picked up the phone. After a few minutes and growing pale, he hung up.
Bunny approached her husband carefully, knowing that look either meant really good or really, really bad. "Dear? What was that all about?"
"Well, you see. . ."
~*~ Capsule Corp. *Readers crow* SHUT UP!!!! Thank you~*~
"Vegeta, stop it! What do you think you're doing?!"
Bulma kept trying to push him back, but of course, the Prince would not be stopped. Once he set his eyes on something, nothing could stop him. Well, maybe Goku, but that's not the point.
"Quit fighting, I know you want it. I can smell it." Vegeta kissed her again, ignoring how she tried to hit him.
"No, I *don't* want it! Get away from me you damned monkey!"
Ignoring that as well, he pushed her onto her bed, careful of her cut. Getting on with her, he positioned himself to between her legs. All the knowledge of women he'd learned from her and her activities were starting to come in handy. Like the knowledge that human females shave and wax their leg hair, making it very smooth and pleasing to touch.
Also the knowledge on what made them get caught up in passion. That was very handy.
He kissed down her neck and then licked all the way back up, causing her to gasp. Her scent was getting stronger. "You see?" he whispered. "You *do* want this. Don't bother trying to deny it, or me."
Bulma looked up at him with her big blue eyes, thinking, whether he wanted her to or not. (There could be advantages to doing this. . . But I HATE him! And this *would* help me get better. . . But he doesn't deserve having me! And Kami knows how good he is. . . But I shouldn't sleep with him! I live with him!) Another part of her mind spoke up at that point, reminding her that him living right next to her would be a great advantage to having a relationship with him.
She finally kicked aside all rational thinking, deciding on doing pros and cons later when she wasn't so injured.
Reaching up she wrapped her arms around his neck, seeing him smirk as she brought him down, saying, "You're right," and ignoring if that sounded like it wasn't coming from her.
Vegeta could help but think that he should punish her for taking so long with her thinking, so he rolled over onto his back, smirking and refusing to do anything.
Bulma glared at him, realizing what he was doing and hating it. It was then that she remembered. . .
~*~ Flashback ~*~
"Ah! What the Hell do you think you're doing?!"
Bulma giggled. She had just gotten probably the best gift ever - from Vegeta. It was her birthday, and apparently her mother dragged him to a store to find a gift for her, probably saying he owed her for all the things she'd done for him.
True, Bunny had had to pay for what he chose, but at least he chose.
What did he get her, you ask? [Frankly, I have no clue, but bear with me here, people. Just think of something worth very little, money wise, but Bulma would still appreciate. Not a dildo! Don't even think that!]
So, as she always did on her birthday, Bulma had to think of something to give in return for the person who gave her the gift that meant the most. She decided that, since Vegeta is always tense, she should give him a massage to see if he could relax for once.
He only agreed to it because he had no idea what it was at the time. You should've seen the look on his face when Bulma told him to lie down on his stomach.
Which he only did because she told him it wouldn't hurt. If it didn't hurt humans, what chance did it have of harming a Saiya-jin?
So she gave him a massage, and he obviously liked it. Took him a few minutes to get over how much *touching* a massage required, but thank Kami he was a good adaptor.
It was an honest mistake when she rubbed her fingers over his tail spot, which he abruptly told her never to touch again and stormed out of the room.
~*~ End ~*~
So Bulma used that tactic, knowing it would get him. She moved to straddle his hips, grinning at the knowledge locked away inside her head. She started to run her hands over his chest, which had lost its shirt a while ago, and leaned forward.
Laying her head on his chest, she let her hands give the wrong idea, heading down his stomach to his navel before pausing and hearing him growl at her teasing. Changing her tactics she brought her hands around his hips and to his tail spot, running her fingers around it.
He was already growing rather hard as it was, and she hadn't even really touched the spot yet. Vegeta grabbed her arms, shakily, showing the effect that had on him. As he started to pull her arms back up is when she decided to take a leap and shoved her fingers hard against the spot.
He groaned at the feeling, gripping her arms tightly, involuntarily shoving up his hips and throwing back his head.
Bulma smiled bigger and rubbed the spot, getting a glare from Vegeta, even as his body craved for her. Flipping them over again he pulled the damned hotispal gown off of her, not even noticing he was still wearing his spandex.
Both of them got heavily caught up in passion at that point, eagerly kissing and caressing one another, that is, until Bulma's hands met with Vegeta's shorts.
"Crap," she muttered, trying to take them off. Vegeta growled and pulled back, fighting with the spandex to get off.
Once he'd gotten them off - which required threatening, strangely enough - he was right back on top of Bulma, his tongue invading her mouth before their lips touched.
He wasted no time thrusting into her, the surprise of his sudden movement and size causing Bulma to clench her teeth - on Vegeta's tongue.
He groaned, the pain igniting his need more, and he pounded into her, not even hearing her screams of ecstasy over the soft humming in his ears, his mind crowing about how wonderful this felt, how right it was, how much he loved her. . . .
The thought caught him off guard, but like he was going to stop NOW.
Every moment that passed, every thrust, brought them both closer to not only their climax, but also to each other. They both knew that after this was over they weren't going to want anyone else and simultaneously realized that they were going to spend the rest of their lives together, whether they wanted to or not.
They just found the perfection of one another's bodies and weren't about to let go.
With one final thrust Bulma's walls clenched tightly around Vegeta, making him release into her, telling her wordlessly that he needed her and loved her, even if his pride wouldn't let him say it.
Panting he rolled off Bulma onto his back, amazed at how easily he lost his strength to such a weak female.
Once Bulma got her breathing back under control she pulled up close to Vegeta, letting her head rest on his shoulder. With a sigh she forced herself to sit up, earning a growl from Vegeta.
"Relax, little man," she said, ignoring the way he growled his annoyance with that nickname. "You said you'd help out my cut; let's see if anything really happened."
That seemed to peak his interest. Sitting up as well he watched at Bulma slowly peeled up the tape that held on the bandage, getting a little annoyed at how slow she was peeling the thing.
Taking a deep breath to steady herself, Bulma lifted the bandage clean off.
"It's not much better," she said, frowning. It was a lighter, more pinkish purple now, without the yellow around it, but it certainly wasn't normal yet.
'Yet'. They both seemed to hear that.
Vegeta chuckled. "I suppose that means you weren't 'active' enough?" He laughed at the glare Bulma gave him. Wrapping his arms around her he leaned her back into the bed again. "How about we try again, then?"
Bulma had no time to reply to that as Vegeta's mouth completely covered her own. With a sigh, she let him make her more 'active'.
A few hours later and after several more rounds, Bulma and Vegeta were officially out for the count. Neither could move, although they were doing a lot of panting . . .
Bulma figured she probably wouldn't be able to move her legs for the next few weeks, but at this point, she didn't really care. Vegeta couldn't fathom the truth that a weak, human female could make him so tired, but they were both happy so he quit thinking about that.
After a half an hour of just lying there Bulma got the necessary amount of strength to sit up, fully.
"Okay," she sighed, pulling up the bandage for the umpteenth time. "Oh, wow! This looks much better!" It was hardly pink now; nearly the same color as her skin, showing it was almost completely -
"Hey!" Bulma was now on her back and Vegeta was nosing around her neck. "What do you think you're doing?"
"Shh, woman," Vegeta said. "I have to do this," he whispered, more to himself than to Bulma.
"Do what? Vegeta, you're scaring me." Then she felt it - a sharp sting on her neck. Vegeta bit her! "What are you doing?!" she yelled, trying to shove him off of her. Seconds later her struggling ceased and all she felt was unfathomable pleasure. (What are you doing to me?) she thought.
Now, let's see. What happened last time. . . ? Ah, yes. . .
"Because none of the workers have called to report anything!"
*RIIIIINNNGGGGG!!*
Bunny and Dr. Briefs looked at the phone.
Third POV
And now for the long-awaited chapter! Dun-dun-dun!! *Cue corny music*
*Readers cut corny music and glare* "GET ON WITH IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
O. . . . . Kay. . . . . . . .
Slowly, dreading who was on the other line, Dr. Briefs picked up the phone. After a few minutes and growing pale, he hung up.
Bunny approached her husband carefully, knowing that look either meant really good or really, really bad. "Dear? What was that all about?"
"Well, you see. . ."
~*~ Capsule Corp. *Readers crow* SHUT UP!!!! Thank you~*~
"Vegeta, stop it! What do you think you're doing?!"
Bulma kept trying to push him back, but of course, the Prince would not be stopped. Once he set his eyes on something, nothing could stop him. Well, maybe Goku, but that's not the point.
"Quit fighting, I know you want it. I can smell it." Vegeta kissed her again, ignoring how she tried to hit him.
"No, I *don't* want it! Get away from me you damned monkey!"
Ignoring that as well, he pushed her onto her bed, careful of her cut. Getting on with her, he positioned himself to between her legs. All the knowledge of women he'd learned from her and her activities were starting to come in handy. Like the knowledge that human females shave and wax their leg hair, making it very smooth and pleasing to touch.
Also the knowledge on what made them get caught up in passion. That was very handy.
He kissed down her neck and then licked all the way back up, causing her to gasp. Her scent was getting stronger. "You see?" he whispered. "You *do* want this. Don't bother trying to deny it, or me."
Bulma looked up at him with her big blue eyes, thinking, whether he wanted her to or not. (There could be advantages to doing this. . . But I HATE him! And this *would* help me get better. . . But he doesn't deserve having me! And Kami knows how good he is. . . But I shouldn't sleep with him! I live with him!) Another part of her mind spoke up at that point, reminding her that him living right next to her would be a great advantage to having a relationship with him.
She finally kicked aside all rational thinking, deciding on doing pros and cons later when she wasn't so injured.
Reaching up she wrapped her arms around his neck, seeing him smirk as she brought him down, saying, "You're right," and ignoring if that sounded like it wasn't coming from her.
Vegeta could help but think that he should punish her for taking so long with her thinking, so he rolled over onto his back, smirking and refusing to do anything.
Bulma glared at him, realizing what he was doing and hating it. It was then that she remembered. . .
~*~ Flashback ~*~
"Ah! What the Hell do you think you're doing?!"
Bulma giggled. She had just gotten probably the best gift ever - from Vegeta. It was her birthday, and apparently her mother dragged him to a store to find a gift for her, probably saying he owed her for all the things she'd done for him.
True, Bunny had had to pay for what he chose, but at least he chose.
What did he get her, you ask? [Frankly, I have no clue, but bear with me here, people. Just think of something worth very little, money wise, but Bulma would still appreciate. Not a dildo! Don't even think that!]
So, as she always did on her birthday, Bulma had to think of something to give in return for the person who gave her the gift that meant the most. She decided that, since Vegeta is always tense, she should give him a massage to see if he could relax for once.
He only agreed to it because he had no idea what it was at the time. You should've seen the look on his face when Bulma told him to lie down on his stomach.
Which he only did because she told him it wouldn't hurt. If it didn't hurt humans, what chance did it have of harming a Saiya-jin?
So she gave him a massage, and he obviously liked it. Took him a few minutes to get over how much *touching* a massage required, but thank Kami he was a good adaptor.
It was an honest mistake when she rubbed her fingers over his tail spot, which he abruptly told her never to touch again and stormed out of the room.
~*~ End ~*~
So Bulma used that tactic, knowing it would get him. She moved to straddle his hips, grinning at the knowledge locked away inside her head. She started to run her hands over his chest, which had lost its shirt a while ago, and leaned forward.
Laying her head on his chest, she let her hands give the wrong idea, heading down his stomach to his navel before pausing and hearing him growl at her teasing. Changing her tactics she brought her hands around his hips and to his tail spot, running her fingers around it.
He was already growing rather hard as it was, and she hadn't even really touched the spot yet. Vegeta grabbed her arms, shakily, showing the effect that had on him. As he started to pull her arms back up is when she decided to take a leap and shoved her fingers hard against the spot.
He groaned at the feeling, gripping her arms tightly, involuntarily shoving up his hips and throwing back his head.
Bulma smiled bigger and rubbed the spot, getting a glare from Vegeta, even as his body craved for her. Flipping them over again he pulled the damned hotispal gown off of her, not even noticing he was still wearing his spandex.
Both of them got heavily caught up in passion at that point, eagerly kissing and caressing one another, that is, until Bulma's hands met with Vegeta's shorts.
"Crap," she muttered, trying to take them off. Vegeta growled and pulled back, fighting with the spandex to get off.
Once he'd gotten them off - which required threatening, strangely enough - he was right back on top of Bulma, his tongue invading her mouth before their lips touched.
He wasted no time thrusting into her, the surprise of his sudden movement and size causing Bulma to clench her teeth - on Vegeta's tongue.
He groaned, the pain igniting his need more, and he pounded into her, not even hearing her screams of ecstasy over the soft humming in his ears, his mind crowing about how wonderful this felt, how right it was, how much he loved her. . . .
The thought caught him off guard, but like he was going to stop NOW.
Every moment that passed, every thrust, brought them both closer to not only their climax, but also to each other. They both knew that after this was over they weren't going to want anyone else and simultaneously realized that they were going to spend the rest of their lives together, whether they wanted to or not.
They just found the perfection of one another's bodies and weren't about to let go.
With one final thrust Bulma's walls clenched tightly around Vegeta, making him release into her, telling her wordlessly that he needed her and loved her, even if his pride wouldn't let him say it.
Panting he rolled off Bulma onto his back, amazed at how easily he lost his strength to such a weak female.
Once Bulma got her breathing back under control she pulled up close to Vegeta, letting her head rest on his shoulder. With a sigh she forced herself to sit up, earning a growl from Vegeta.
"Relax, little man," she said, ignoring the way he growled his annoyance with that nickname. "You said you'd help out my cut; let's see if anything really happened."
That seemed to peak his interest. Sitting up as well he watched at Bulma slowly peeled up the tape that held on the bandage, getting a little annoyed at how slow she was peeling the thing.
Taking a deep breath to steady herself, Bulma lifted the bandage clean off.
"It's not much better," she said, frowning. It was a lighter, more pinkish purple now, without the yellow around it, but it certainly wasn't normal yet.
'Yet'. They both seemed to hear that.
Vegeta chuckled. "I suppose that means you weren't 'active' enough?" He laughed at the glare Bulma gave him. Wrapping his arms around her he leaned her back into the bed again. "How about we try again, then?"
Bulma had no time to reply to that as Vegeta's mouth completely covered her own. With a sigh, she let him make her more 'active'.
A few hours later and after several more rounds, Bulma and Vegeta were officially out for the count. Neither could move, although they were doing a lot of panting . . .
Bulma figured she probably wouldn't be able to move her legs for the next few weeks, but at this point, she didn't really care. Vegeta couldn't fathom the truth that a weak, human female could make him so tired, but they were both happy so he quit thinking about that.
After a half an hour of just lying there Bulma got the necessary amount of strength to sit up, fully.
"Okay," she sighed, pulling up the bandage for the umpteenth time. "Oh, wow! This looks much better!" It was hardly pink now; nearly the same color as her skin, showing it was almost completely -
"Hey!" Bulma was now on her back and Vegeta was nosing around her neck. "What do you think you're doing?"
"Shh, woman," Vegeta said. "I have to do this," he whispered, more to himself than to Bulma.
"Do what? Vegeta, you're scaring me." Then she felt it - a sharp sting on her neck. Vegeta bit her! "What are you doing?!" she yelled, trying to shove him off of her. Seconds later her struggling ceased and all she felt was unfathomable pleasure. (What are you doing to me?) she thought.