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THE LEMON IS GONE, SENSUALITY REMAINS!

Chapter 6: caught in the act.

Bulma was shocked by what Vegeta did, but it didn't take her long to warm up to it. Within seconds, Bulma was kissing Vegeta back. Vegeta plunged his tongue into her mouth, and Bulma received it with hers. She Vegeta softened his grip on her and moved his right hand down to her lower back he lifted her up and sat her down on the counter. Vegeta began kissing her neck making Bulma moan. She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. Vegeta then wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted he up. His mouth was still kissing her neck.

Vegeta walked up stairs to Bulma's bedroom and nearly kicked the door down getting in. Once in, Bulma unwrapped her legs and grabbed the back of Vegeta's head, still kissing him passionately. Vegeta moved his hands behind her shirt and began feeling out her waist and back. Bulma removed her hands from Vegeta's head and used them to lift up his shirt. She moved her head around and kissed his rock hard chest. Vegeta Grabbed the bottom of her shirt and lifted it over hear head. Bulma then grabbed his sweat shorts and pulled them off revealing his black boxer shorts That night they had done something new to both of them. But for every once of nervousness and scariness that was in them, There were a hundred feelings to block them. It was the reason why probably neither of them had ever done it before. They could feel this warm sensation in there chests, a flutter of both their hearts they made them blind and deaf to reality. A reality they no longer lived in.

As Bulma shouted out in a pleasure that she had never felt before, and Vegeta began to sweat, which for him was amazing that something so easy could cause so much heat. He tried as hard as he could not to make any noise, but he had never felt this feeling. It was more like a sensation. Each move gave him a sense that he had never felt before. It was a cross between winning a hard fight, and getting the glory, to reaching a new stage in his fighting. He could get the DragonBalls, and become a super Saiyan and still not attain this feeling. He no longer cared about anything before, or anything that was to come, this feeling, could it be love. He didn't care, and he continued, he wanted more of that passionate feeling.

Bulma was trying to hold in her yells, but she hadn't either felt this before. She climaxed many times, each time was a moment of weakness as she trembled and panted and screamed in approval. The Pain that she felt as they began was gone, she felt comfortable now, she wouldn't care if she had a hole in her foot, she was in so much pleasure for the first time in her life, she couldn't stand it. It was a sense that she was so glad she waited. So many opportunities with young guys trying to get with her, back when she was in school. It would have been so easy, but she thought so much of Yamaha at the time, she couldn't stand to think about anyone else. Now he was gone, and her feelings for him were being washed away, literally.

She could feel Vegeta begin to tremble, and she was doing much of the same as the Goosebumps on her body were standing everywhere. She couldn't hold in her voice any longer as she began to get loud as she was attaining the final climax her body could possibly take. Vegeta was quickening his pace, and began to grip the mattress harder, trying to put all of his true strength between his fingers and not Bulma's legs. She was screaming louder and louder, and just as she could feel it come, Vegeta let out a moan, just one moan, but for Vegeta, Bulma thought it as a complement. He remained still for nearly a minute, catching his breath.

He was amazed; amazed that he had to catch his breath; amazed about all of the pleasure that he had just experienced. She was much the same, but being that she was on the bottom, she wasn't tired as much as she screamed most of the way, and her voice was scratchy. He finally fell to her side and laid there for a few minutes before either of them spoke, undoubtedly it was Bulma, "Oh my God," she said as she finally caught her breath and was regaining a little bit of normal sense from her body. "Amazing…" as soon as she got that word off Vegeta spoke.

"Amazing," he said without thinking. He caught himself to late, but he almost didn't care, but for Vegeta that was about as good as it got. Bulma smiled and curled up to Vegeta. He didn't know what to do, but his body, after all of the training, after all of the sex, his guard was down. That was the quickest he had ever been exhausted he can remember, and all he could think about was when he could do it again.

As he slept, he dreamed about the night, like a broken record, over and over again. But as the night continued, he thought about whether it would happen again, if this was the right thing, and if it was best that they continued, for training purposes he convinced himself.

Later that night, around 2 am, Vegeta awoke. He turned his head over and peeked at Bulma's magnificent body. He began to move, trying to quietly get out from under Bulma, without waking her up. But Bulma awoke and looked at him. Vegeta looked dawn back at her and just stared. Though a beautiful naked woman, glowing in the moonlight was before him, he marveled most at her eyes. "Vegeta, don't leave," she said softly. Vegeta looked back at her and then grabbed her lower back and pulled her on top of her more. He got comfortable again, and then the two fell back to sleep.

5 O'clock in the mourning:

It was 5 am in the mourning, at the capsule corp. HQ. Unexpectedly, an aircraft from far off in the distance. It landed in the yard of the building. When the hatch opened, two people walked out, it was Mr. And Mrs. Briefs. They Quietly entered the front door and walked in. "Shh, be quite, I don't want to wake Bulma up," Mr. Briefs said to his wife.

"OK, I won't bother her," she answered wearing a large Polaroid camera.

Mrs. Briefs walked up stairs and headed to the end of the hall where her bedroom was. She walked by Vegeta's room and looked at the door. "He didn't say that I couldn't check on Vegeta, Maybe he is hungry, I fairly sure that Bulma didn't feed him well enough," she said as she turned the handle of the door. As the door opened, she looked at the bed, but no Vegeta. "I hope Bulma didn't scare him off," she said in a very uncommonly used stern voice. She decided that this issue couldn't wait for the mourning so she headed down the hall to Bulma's room. She got to the door, but heard something weird. She quietly turned the knob and opened the door. Looking down the hall, she got a smile on her face, and then a giggle came to the surface. She grabbed down at her Polaroid and snapped a shot and then closed the door. When she closed the door she looked down as the picture developed. Once it had, she stared upon a picture of Vegeta lying on his back and with Bulma curled up in his arms, with the only thing covering them being a thin sheet, just able to cover up their privates.

Mrs. Briefs walked down to the living room and found a photo album that she kept for Bulma. Going to the last free page, she popped in the photo and walked back up stairs to her room. She tiptoed past Bulma's door and headed to hers. Once she got in, she saw Mr. Briefs getting in the bed. "Honey, I knew it would happen," she said excitedly.

"And what would that be darling?" he said anxiously.

"Well, I know that you told me not to disturb Bulma, but I couldn't help my self so I opened the door and saw…" he cut her off.

"I told you not to disturb her, now she is a grown woman, leave her be…" she cut him off.

"But honey, Bulma wasn't the only one in her bed," Mr. Briefs looked at her quizzically.

"Did her and Yamcha get back together?" he asked.

"NO," she answered.

"Well who is it then?" he asked even more anxiously.

"Well, let's just say that Mr. Vegeta isn't sleeping in his bed tonight," she said proudly.

"Vegeta? Well, that sort of makes sense. Yeah, I see it now. Well I'll be damned," he said with a large smile on his face. "Hey, don't mention it to them, she, or he, probably wouldn't be to happy to learn that they were, 'caught in the act.'