A Taste of Blue Chikara
By Trynia Merin
Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Ball Z, Bulma or Vegeta or any of the characters here. Toriyama and Funimation and Toei Animation Co Ltd. Owns them. This is a work of fan fiction and is not meant to harm the series.
Rated R for adult situations and language.
Bulma always liked to have a king sized bed. Little matter that it hadn't seen much action as of late. With her hand clutched in Vegeta'ss gloved one, her heart skipped beats. By now her underwear was thoroughly soaked, and she felt like her head would explode from the hot blood pounding through it.
"So, that clown doesn't seem to be home, does he?" Vegeta said, sniffing the air as they passed Yamucha's room. The door was locked, and Vegeta sensed no ki anywhere near.
"Never you mind," Bulma mumbled, finding her clothing sticking to herself in very odd places. Vegeta's gloved hand did not hide the heat that moved through it. Although their skin didn't touch, electricity seemed to crackle through it when she finally approached the door to her private suite of rooms. He released her grasp to watch her, crossing arms over his chest to see if she'd lose her nerve. Feeling dark stormy midnight eyes boring into the back of her neck, she fumbled with the combination lock she'd rigged up.
"You trying to keep the baka out, or in?" he teased.
"Shut up," she mumbled, as the door clicked open. She had installed it as a measure of extra security and as a deterrent if Yamucha particularly pissed her off. Hot breath hit her neck as she sensed Vegeta standing immediately behind her. Already her body tingled because she felt the hair on the back of her neck rising with each hot blast of Vegeta's breath upon it.
"Dammit, you should have given me this chamber, wench," he cursed, glancing around at the vast space. Although it was done up in pinks and purples with splashes of royal blue, he felt the thick plush nap of the carpet under his gold toed white boots once he followed her swaying hips inside. Her rounded backside and hips glided under that pair of shorts tantalizingly, which he found to his slight embarrassment he couldn't take his eyes off. Most human females were somewhat intriguing, but this one above all else held a place in his nightly fictions.
"Damn low class woman practically begging for satiation. If this were Namek she'd have been a toy of the whole Ginyuu force by now," Vegeta mumbled under his breath. It was shameless how she flaunted her body. Perhaps she'd respond to a bit of royal discipline. His white-gloved hands ached to spank that backside and instill some manners.
"What was that, your Whyness?" she asked, crossing over the vast space where a desk was laden with spare parts of computers. A huge net filled with stuffed animals hung suspended from one far corner. A double sliding glass door gave a view onto her balcony, where a full-scale grill sat. A chase lounge, wide screen plasma TV, and a comfortable armchair formed a sitting area to the immediate left. Two other doorways opened into what seemed to be a sumptuous bathroom, and a bedchamber, Vegeta noticed.
Behind them the door glided shut. Bulma turned to see Vegeta standing there, with a lascivious smirk on his face one second, then a frown of disinterest the next. However she'd caught him staring at her ass, and hid a smile of glee that he'd been looking at her. Instantly her eyes diverted to the stretch of spandex over hard molded muscle. If there was a word she could describe it was 'poured' when it came to Vegeta.
"And you have the nerve to call ME low class?" she mumbled. "Dressed like THAT… in those pants I can see your pulse through?"
"What was that regarding pulses?" he snorted, clearing his throat. "Do you want my assistant or not? I'm getting rather pissed off if you're wasting my time…"
"You volunteered for this, your royal Pain in my ass, so don't tell me you're changing your mind," Bulma said, wheeling on him.
"A Prince does NOT go back on his word, Wench. Show me to your chambers and I'll get this damn thing settled once and for all… and then I can stop hearing your damn fool whining about that clown's inadequacies… why I'm consenting to this I can't even begin to fathom, but this is infinitely preferable to having you roam around like a bitch in heat and disrupting my training!" Vegeta returned.
"Excuse the heck me… I'm not a BITCH, Monkey man!" Bulma turned on him, hands on her hips. Vegeta seemed unimpressed, just laughing at her.
"If the shoe fits, as your chikyuujin sayings go," Vegeta laughed deeply, sending shivers of outrage and anger simultaneously over her skin.
"Why you!" Bulma began, forgetting that he had the power to vaporize her to atoms in those two fingers of one glove at his side. Vegeta clicked his tongue, and suddenly zipped out of sight before she could grab the nearest object and throw it at him.
"Too slow, wench," Vegeta whispered right into her ear, causing her to yelp as he swept her up and threw her over his shoulder. She shrieked with outrage, pounding on his back. Across her butt he smacked hard with a white-gloved hand, walking towards the bedchamber.
"HEY! Put me DOWN!"
"Not just yet. Behave wench, or else you'll get a spanking," Vegeta taunted her.
"I changed my mind, get the hell out!" she yelped.
"Someone has to teach you some manners, you crazy wench, and since that bakka weakling isn't here, I'm elected," he laughed, kicking open the door and entering the pink and purple chamber that seemed all too fitting for a spoiled brat heiress.
"Hey… now WAIT!" she yelped, as he dumped her unceremoniously on the bed.
"Who does your interior design, Pepto Bismol or Baskin Robbins? It looks like Kakkarot puked up a whole strawberry milkshake in here," he snorted, glaring around the room in distaste at frilly pink sheets and ruffles. Shoving a whole host of stuffed animals off the bed, he unceremoniously dumped them on the floor before he climbed on the bed near her. Bulma made no move to escape, because she felt so shocked that the Saiyan no Ouji was actually thinking of helping her with her 'problem'.
She yelped when she felt him right next to her, his dark eyes fixing her in a stare like a cobra staking out its prey. Moving close he sniffed the back of her neck and settled into an Indian style position on the bed next to her. His muscular thigh touched hers as she knelt there on the bed hugging a pillow.
"Well… get on with it?" he said.
"You said YOU would help me!" she snorted. "Unless you want to WATCH… you ecchi…"
"Show me what you'd do first, and then I'll correct you," he said with a grin.
"Oh you ass!" she snorted. "Just for that…"
"Show me how you address this 'craving' you posesses! I command you to do so NOW!" Vegeta snapped at her.
Nervously Bulma lay back. Sweat beaded on her skin, and she slowly slid her shorts down. Extending her feet over the bed, she kicked her sneakers off, and let them thump to the floor. She flushed in frustration because she was increasingly uncomfortable and wanted so desperately to quench the tingling that being around him was causing.
"That's it, wench, show me what you do up here when I'm not looking," he mumbled, watching with a strange fascination.
"Well it's HARD to… well… just DO it… when…?"
"Your underwear is already soaked, and your pupils are dilated… you're in heat so get on with it…" he grumbled.
"I… can't do it I'm not able to get in the mood, all right?" she whispered in frustration.
"Poor silly little thing, I suppose I'll have to assist you after all…" he laughed, leaning down over her.
"Now what the HELL would YOU know about pleasing a woman, jackass? I'm not some slut on a pleasure ship…"
"Is the right point… here perhaps? Will pressure here create the 'mood' to help assist in saiting this 'craving'?" he asked, reaching a gloved hand along the inner surface of her thigh.
"Wait…" she gasped. Leaning forwards, Vegeta probed around to find where her fingers were. A frustrated shout from Bulma was cut off with a snort.
"Shut up. I need to get rid of this if I'm going to find out what the hell you're doing…" he mumbled. Lying on his side he snorted and struggled to move her hand aside so he could feel.
"Dammit woman, where do I touch you if you don't show me?" he snorted.
"I… I'm ticklish," she gasped, slowly laying back. Vegeta crouched over her, still wearing his blue spandex suit, devoid of armor. Moisture of her sweat seeped through his glove to saturate it.
"You'd be surprised what one knows when you apply the proper chikara… to the right areas of the body," Vegeta said, lowering his voice to a silky smooth purr. Bulma gasped, glancing up at him as he leaned over, and reached a gloved hand to touch the curve her chest with his other hand.
"Here... give me your hand…" she said. She grabbed his wrist, and nodded, shivering at the pressure of his strong fingers where she most wanted them.
"Here? Does this cause pleasure to you?" he urged, pressing ever harder as he got caught up in the motion of her body.
"Vegeta don't stop," she huffed, whimpering as she felt spasms of heat spreading all over her.
"What else must I do? Are you still hungering?" he mumbled, still gliding his gloved hands all over her body in a precise exploration.
"Touch me… here…" she whispered, pointing to her chest. He slid his other hand overtop, watching how she did so and duplicating it with his other hand.
"I can't work with this damn cloth in the way," he mumbled, reaching down and tearing the shirt neatly with his strength alone. Bulma groaned as her capsule corps baby doll T was in tatters, baring her bra to him.
"Take the bra off," she ordered. Leaning over, hot breath blasted her as he reached around to unsnap the hooks and tear it away. Now freed he examined her beautiful body. The texture of his gloved hand dragged over her now bare skin, stimulating in a very odd way.
"Bizarre," Vegeta grunted, feeling the object in question. Removing his hands from where they were, he slid both overtop to lightly squeeze her breasts in his large hands. Bulma sighed, lying on her back as he moved over to kneel beside her hips.
"Please …" she groaned, dark lashed eyes closed, tossing her head.
"Humph impatient girl," he snorted as he reached over and drew a gloved hand over her arm, and then down with a slow glide over the curve of one breast. Before she knew it, he had knelt between her legs. Her whole body shuddered, and a burst of ki seemed to spike up to a high level before him. She was breathing harder and harder as if she was frightened.
"Woman, are you… all right?" he panted, sweat saturating his shirt and pants.
"Oh yes," she gasped, blinking up at him with a smile. Slowly she leaned up, and grasped the front of his shirt. He glanced at her with a question in his eyes; more fascinated then able to insult her.
"About time you stopped being such a cranky bitch," he nodded in satisfaction.
"If I wasn't so happy right now I'd bop you," she sighed, tugging at his wrist. "It's been ages since anyone has touched me like that... you're a natural..."
"You wouldn't dare," he smirked, giving her that self satisfied look that she found particularly endearing at that moment.
"C'mere your Majesty," she said.
"Where can I go from here?" he snorted.
"Down here," she urged, tugging at his shirtfront. Vegeta leaned close, snorting with annoyance.
"Nani? What the hell do you want now?" he asked.
"How about a kiss, your Majesty, for a reward for all your hard dilligent work?" she asked.
"That face sucking ritual is considered a 'reward'? Disgusting," he grumbled, but remained there so she could lean up and brush her lips over his. Sliding her knee down his muscular arm, she pushed herself up on an elbow so she could catch the side of his face and angle her face to the side. Using his muscular arm braced on either side of his knees, she leered herself up so she was sitting right in front of him.
Delicately she slid her fingers along the spandex covering his hard muscles. He flinched, drawing his face away as he glanced at her with a frown. Before he could say anything else, she covered his protests with another kiss, lapping at his lips with her tongue. Between his knees she slid her hand, while locking her other arm around behind his neck.
Vegeta felt her fingers roaming over his shoulders. A low groan echoed in their merged mouths as he opened and allowed her tongue access. Of course she was trying to return the favor; he nodded with a grunt of satisfaction. So he lay back, puling her with him so she landed on top his hard body. Tentatively he moved his tongue along hers, awkwardly returning the kiss she rated so highly. Although his kiss was awkward and clumsy, she felt a wave of fire slam through her.
"Wow, you'er a quick study," she mumbled.
"I suppose this ritual is... tolerable," he mumbled, glancing up at her with dark eyes that were piercing, haunting, and calling to her.
"Ungrateful jackass, let show you a thing or two about how fun it can be, okay?" she smiled with a strange fondness as he let the tension go.
"Proceed," Vegeta grunted, laying back as if he were not involved.
"I'm not going to do ALL the work, silly," she said, straddling him. Running her fingers along his chiseled ribs and hard muscles, she slid her fingers under his shirt. He lifted his arms, allowing her to peel off his top. A slow gasp came over her as she ran sensitive fingernails over the landscape of jagged scars that were discernable in places. A low rumbling like a great cat emanated from his throat, and he hissed in pleasure as she moved back and caressed his powerful muscular body.
"Adequate," he mumbled, docile like a sleeping giant.
"Now it's my turn," Bulma said, leaning down to merge her lips with his.
"Mmmph," he grunted, and she released his lips.
"What, you all right?" she asked.
"Do get on with it, brat, I am anxious to learn as much as I can. I don't like it when someone ELSE presumes they know more then I do!" he gasped.
"Impatient, aren't we. Looks like I'm not the only spoiled brat here," she teased.
"Stop saying asinine things and reciprocate if you're so inclined," he grunted in frustration.
"Yes your Whyness, your wish is my command," she giggled. So saying she leaned close to his ear and deposited a kiss right before the cheek where his skin was soft. Smell and taste were somewhat different from Yamucha and other males she'd 'made out' with. Yet the musky scent wafting in her nose from his sweating hard body was irresistibly male. He sat up, nudging her off of him.
"What? Didn't you like it?" she pouted.
"Don't ask stupid questions. Move back," he mumbled, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed so he could remove his boots. They thumped to the floor next to her discarded sneakers, shorts, and shredded garments. Insistently she leaned over to rest her hands lightly on his bared back, reassuring him that she did indeed want to return the favor. Two hours ago all she wanted was to kick his royal backside in frustration. Now she wanted to show him how well she could please him. What did she have to prove? Anything? His still gloved hands grabbed hers, guiding them to help him take off his spandex workout clothes. She chuckledwith surprise at his sudden haste, then realized the stern look in his dark eyes would brook no opposition.
"Um… okay…." She nodded. Shimmying his hips Vegeta slid out of his skintight pants like a snake shedding its skin. Only his gloves and the workout shorts were left.
"Shimatta," she got out.
"How interesting, you're actually at a loss for words," he laughed, noticing her blue eyes widening at the sight of his entire chest revealed to her.
"Shimatta…" she whispered, visually caressing those hard muscular angles with her blue vision.
"Well, are you going to gawk at my perfection or are you going to reciprocate, girl?" he asked impatiently. "Got nothing witty to say, ne?"
Anger sparked her eyes. "I... I'll show you," she breathed, rolling over to scoot up alongside where he lay with his head propped up on a bent elbow. Sliding her fingers down his smooth chest, she massaged tanned flesh. Vegeta snickered to see the blush spread from her cheeks to her mid chest, then all over her pale white skin. His eyes closed shut at the contact of her fingers. She glanced up at him, noticing the dark brows furrowed in unabashed pleasure. He seemed to be concentrating hard on the entire sensation, drinking each movement in. A bluish glow seemed to sparkle and crackle her hair, causing shivers over her spine. Vegeta's dark eyes were bottomless, showing no reflection while they stared down at her.
"Finish what you started, Bulma," he whispered. She started; amazed he spoke her name.
"I plan on it, if you'd stop interrupting me," she said with a chuckle, drinking in the cool royal blue chikara crackling over his body. It was faint, but it spread to cover her flesh as well.
"Come here, woman," he growled, reaching for her. "Enough teasing. It's obviously going to take a hell of a lot more of my expertise to address your problem…"
"What problem?" she snorted. A gloved hand pressed her down into the bed as he parted her legs with his knee. Blue energies surged and crackled all over her body, filling it with royal blue chikara along every square inch of her skin. The aura of power encompassed them both, warming her shivering skin, permeating every cell.
"Take it in, woman. Don't refuse it," Vegeta growled, voice commanding, daring her not to disobey. Swallowing hard, she reached up to finger his chest.
"So much… I don't think I can do it. What are you doing to me, Vegeta?" she gasped, surging with far more power than she thought was humanly possible.
"Simple. You're far too puny to continue in your present state, woman," he purred deeply, grasping her hips and pulling them onto his knees. "I don't want to break your weak body with what I'm about to do…"
"Knock it off with the weak crap!" she snapped angrily up at him. "I can take ANYTHING you can dish out!"
"Infernal woman, you really don't know when to keep your mouth shut," he clicked his tongue. Grasping his wrists she dug her fingernails into them then tried to lean up towards him. Yet he pressed her down with a gloved hand.
"Kuso…" she shivered.
"Say no now, or else… there's no going back," he growled into her neck.
"Finish what you started, your Majesty," she growled into his ear, aching for more of his addictive blue energies.
A jolt of realization and sudden elation filled her. Bracing her hands at her sides, she spread herself open to receive him, not questioning why she was letting this being mold himself to her. All she knew that moment was that he would fill a hunger that she had long wished to satiate. A once puny ki sang with orders of magnitude more energy then she had ever experienced, stepping it up to a level she could contain. Soft flesh molded to hard muscle, and she became part of the chikara supernova. Squeezing open an eye she saw Vegeta's spiked hair standing on end with indigo flames, while her own curly mass seemed to stand straight on end.
A momentary burst of fear spread through her. It dawned on her the next second that she had forgotten everything except the name of the Saiyan no Ouji who had just swamped her with a mind numbing ki to top all other highs of her life.
