A Taste of Heat

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. I only own Shandi Seltzer.

Rated M for adult situations and language, LEMON in other words.

Fun with Royal Blue Ki


Much later in solid arms she shivered and whimpered his name. Vegeta bound her to his body possessively, rolling on his side to tangle his muscular thighs in hers. Her arms were trapped around his neck. Against her cheek his hot breath panted. Both their hearts pounded with a marathon thump. Only the sound of his breath and the blood pumping in her ears in a mad rush could be heard. A male chest rose and fell against hers.

Vegeta heard a tinkle of high-pitched laughter echoing with staggering footsteps. A feminine voice called out a name, before it was hushed out. "Yami…"

"Shh baby… I don't think she's home… we'd better keep it down…" whispered a familiar voice.

"Nani?" Vegeta mumbled, lifting his head from the pillow. Twisted and tangled with the woman, he was resting comfortably till that baka had aroused him.

A few more footsteps vibrated the floor, stopping somewhere down the hall. A goofy laugh echoed, followed by a low moaning contact of flesh on flesh. Small sucking and smacking sounds indicated what two beings were up to. Smugly Vegeta gathered Bulma closer to him, listening to the couple speaking in hushed whispers.

"Are you SURE we won't be disturbed here, Yami baby?" the girl tittered.

"That's the fun. You don't know WHO might come in when…" Yamcha laughed, slurring a bit. There came a clink as something glass dropped from his hand, and a thump as a body landed against a wall. Keys clicked in a lock, and then a small electronic whiz preceded a hissing whoosh of a sliding door. Another loud thump told him that Yamcha had collapsed headlong on the floor of his room with his arms full of woman.

"Mmm, what the heck is that?" Bulma mumbled, stirring in his arms.

"Go back to sleep woman," Vegeta mumbled, kissing her forehead.

"I thought I heard something," she mumbled, blinking up at him.

"Nothing of importance," Vegeta said, pulling her into his arms again. "Go to sleep."

She yawned, then blinked across at the face resting next to hers on the pillow. It was still dim, and she could swear she heard Yamcha laughing somewhere down the hall. What followed it jolted her out of sleep. It was a girl's high pitched scream that echoed in the halls.

"Nani… what the…" she blinked, jerking against the muscular arms that held her down against a hard body.

"Stupid clown, can't he shut up," a rough voice grated next to her.Yamcha's groans nextdoor caused her to flush with utter embarrassment.

"I'm going to kill him," she grumbled, squirming against her companion.

"Let me," Vegeta answered. Bulma jolted more completely awake, giving a started gasp as she saw who she was in bed with.

"Uh… be my guest," she said, sitting up as Vegeta released her. He gave her a smirk, which made her want to smack him at that moment.

"I do as I please, woman," he snorted mildly. "Besides, I'm not finished here…"

"Oh really?" she asked, surprised as he brushed a lock of hair out of her sweaty face.

"You're just about to say something utterly stupid that will make you seem like an idiot. I can't have THAT can I? Not after all my hard work," he taunted her.

"Baka…" she got out before he grabbed her with a gloved hand and pulled her down for a kiss. It effectively silenced her.

"Well, do you have any complaints now?" he asked.

"Awesome, you really ARE learning something," she whispered.

"But of course," he said, voice thick with sated desire. "What did you expect? A sub standard technique. I learn things quickly…"

"Vegeta… shut up…" she whispered.

"Make me," he snickered. Bulma leaned forwards and captured his mouth in a delicious kiss. Moaning softly she tasted herself yet again in his spicy flavor rolling over both their tongues.


For a time their tongues tasted one another, and their breaths mingled. Sharp teeth lightly nipped her tongue, before continuing to move in small circles. It seemed she couldn't get enough of his taste, touch, and smell. Now she knew she was hooked for life. That blue heat was the only thing that could warm her, and she had a taste of it. After this, she wanted as much as she could, even if it meant she might be burned by it. Vegeta enjoyed the taste of the woman's saliva. He growled into a purr, pressing her flat under his body. It was obvious he wanted her again.

"Perfect timing wouldn't you say?" he said, voice deep and hoarse with his own desire. "I want you again… and I won't take no for an answer…"

"How can I refuse the Saiyan no Ouji's command," she gasped, wincing at how cheesy it sounded.

However Vegeta seemed pleased because he nipped her lip and mumbled, "Good girl."

"Mmm, I can't wait…" she laughed, leaning up to kiss him again. He grunted through the kiss, laying on top of her with his full weight pressing down. Bulma let him do so, enjoying the feel of his body crushing her to the mattress. In reality he wasn't all that enormous. Muscular and compact, still heavy, yet comfortable without crushing her. Perhaps he weighted two hundred pounds tops, and it was all solid muscle and dense bones adapted to ten times earth gravity.

"Shimatta," Vegeta cursed, lifting his head and removing his lips from hers.

"What?" she asked, panting deeply with half shut eyes.

"Damn loser can't keep his mouth shut," Vegeta cursed, hearing giggling and loud gasps from next door.

Bulma began to laugh loudly. Although she tried to stifle it, Vegeta whispered encouragement. "Why not make as much noise as he is? After all, it's your house, isn't it?"

"You'd never admit THAT before," she groaned. He rolled her over so she could be astride his hips, and lean down with her hands braced on his chest. Sobbing she shuddered spasmodically, feeling the blue lightening crackling in his hair.

"Vegeta… what's happening…" she moaned, shuddering as his aura flared around her. Blue hair stood on end, her eyes glowing a bright white hot blue as Vegeta tugged his gloves off and threw them down.

"Go with it," he growled, bracing himself on his elbows and then reaching up to thread her fingers through him. His loud snarl blended into Saiyan tongue, muttering oaths that were intertwined with things she recalled him saying in the Gravity Chamber when he was angry. Savagely he raked her shoulder with his teeth, causing her to scream and cry.

"Why did you do that?" she sobbed, pulling away.

"Because I like you, my silly little idiot," he grumbled, licking his lips. Blood coagulated, leaving a nasty bite mark the side and shape of his teeth on her shoulder.

"You WHAT?" she asked.

"It's nothing! Never you mind!" Vegeta snapped, flushing with embarrassment. Bulma saw his face bright red, and giggled at the awkward glance he gave her with those bottomless eyes. Rolling over, he untangled himself from her and turned her over so she was pressed with her back to his front. Around her chest he hugged her tightly to himself.

"What the heck did you do… that's going to leave a NASTY mark…?"

"So? You enjoyed what happened before it did you not?" he snorted, reaching for his robe.

"It's okay… I'm sorry, I'll shut up now," Bulma shivered.

"Good. See that you do. We'll both require nourishment after this, after we rest a moment," Vegeta mumbled into her neck. He drew his nose over it, and crushed her close to his sweaty body. Her heart pounded with nervousness at what it all meant, but then she realized it must have been yet another diversion. For a moment she choked, and then Vegeta felt the tension.

"Relax, girl, we shall shower first. I'm not entirely finished yet… far from it," he growled, giving her backside a swat.

"I hope to hell not bud," she gasped, stumbling as he pushed her out of bed. "HEY!"

"Up with you, girl, and get the shower and drying cloths ready," he urged. He threw her a large T shirt, then pulled his royal blue robe around his body, tying the belt. Bulma stumbled but was steadied a moment later by his hand.

"Humph I suppose you'll require MY help, then?" he teased her.

"Shut up jerk," she growled back, but Vegeta smirked in response.

"Come on woman, into the shower with you!" he barked, grabbing her up effortlessly and swinging her over his shoulder. A few sharp slaps to her behind and Bulma was speechless and unable to think straight.


"Well, turn it on will you?" he said, sliding into the huge glass walled shower stall behind her. Bulma adjusted the water to something she liked. Having him this close was making her hot and nervous, unable to form coherent thoughts. Scars traced over his back and chest, and she found it difficult to tear her eyes away.

Vegeta didn't seem to mind, for he grabbed several bottles and snorted, handing the least floral scented towards her. "Don't just sit there gawking woman, wash my hair…"

"Your wish is my command, master," she snorted indignantly. "Damn you're so fucking demanding!"

"Do as you're told, or you'll get another scolding," he snickered. Bulma snorted and lathered her hands with soap, plunging them into his hair as he tipped his head back. He remained stiffly at attention, rocking his head to allow her to touch him. A few suds cascaded down his back, running overtop the scar where his tail had once been. She began to lather up a scrub brush to chase them away.

"Continue," Vegeta said in a hoarse grunt. Snorting outwardly, she was thrilled he was letting her touch him in such a manner. Up and down his spine she scrubbed, and then diverged around to his chest. He remained rigid, grunting in assent that he was satisfied with her progress. Still shakily she stumbled and landed against his back. Vegeta turned in her arms and sat her down on the ledge again. Grumbling he grabbed the soap and began to wash her body in term.

"Um… thanks…" she said, at a loss for words. He grunted an intelligible reply, daring her not to speak. Whatever she was going to say she bit her tongue, seeing his warning stern glance. Then he lathered his hands with her favorite shampoo to wash her hair. She closed her eyes and let him scrub with firm strokes, laying her face in his shoulder.

Bruises marked her hips and that awful bite mark graced her whole right shoulder. Strangely she didn't feel bad at all. In fact she felt far better then she had in years. Apart from the tingle of his invasion, she was soon able to stand on shaky legs to help him finish his own bath. Vegeta was the first to step out, and he threw her a towel. Wordlessly she started to dry his back. He gave an impatient grunt and grabbed her arms.

"Hey watch it bud!" she yelled.

"Shut up and stay still girl," he grunted. She saw his dark eyes fix her in a commanding stare she dared not disobey, and swallowed hard. Breath hissed in and out, and a crackle of power blistered through them both. In seconds all the water had evaporated, leaving them pleasantly dry.

"Kuso…" she whispered, feeling her hair. "How do you do that?"

"Very carefully," he grunted. "A tiny fraction of what it would take to kill you or a human…"


"Go down and make us some breakfast, woman," said Vegeta, pulling her close. She gasped as he held the lapels of her robe, and sealed her lips with his. Groaning she felt him turning his head in slight half circles to duplicate the kiss she had shown him yesterday. Her surprised yelp was captured in a chuckle against her mouth. Immersing fingers in his hair, she turned her face to the side and returned the heated kiss. Then he released her, with a devilish grin, "Breakfast, now, woman…"

"You ass!" she snorted, but yelped at his playful stinging slap on her backside.

"Now… you don't want me to punish you do you, girl?" Vegeta laughed. "I'm going to get a change of clothes and I'll meet you down there. Don't disappoint me…"

"What do you want?" she asked, throwing him one of her robes. He tied it around his waist, guessing he could temporarily put up with a purple robe flecked with stars. At least it was terrycloth.

"Those things your mother calls pancakes, and extra protein. Mind that you don't forget to eat some yourself. I won't have you eating that fucking bird food," he snorted.

"Sure thing," she nodded, feeling strangely compliant. After all, the Saiyan no Ouji had given her the best sex she'd had since… well the best ever. In twelve hours he had blown all her previous experiences to oblivion. She dared not ask what this all meant, because she was afraid to question it.

"I will be waiting, girl," he said, walking quickly out of the door before her. Bulma staggered out the door, and down the stairs. Vegeta was soon gone in a flash of purple. Grumbling she grabbed his workout clothes and dropped them into the laundry chute. Then she slid the door shut, and made her way downstairs.

Yamcha yawned, seeing Shandi wearing his borrowed boxers and a long Taitans T-shirt. She giggled, frying up a mess of bacon while he grabbed a carton of milk. In two gulps he drained it, and chuckled. "So, you live here?" Shandi asked, pushing purple hair out of her face.

"Yep. It's sort of till I get on season again," Yamcha said, pushing his black hair out of his eyes. "Oh damn… I forgot… I have a load of laundry in the wash room…"

"I'll help you do it. I'm sure the cinnamon buns will keep… and the coffee should be done by then," said Shandi. Yamcha swept her up and carried her away. Just as they exited, Bulma entered from the back stairs. She blinked to see coffee brewing in the coffee maker, and smelled cinnamon.

"I wonder if Vegeta decided to do something for ME for a change," she blinked, then grabbed the pancake mix out of the cabinet. Early on she found that mixes were the best way to go, so she could make passable food. Quickly she whipped up batter, and saw the frying pan was already out. A thought occurred to her that perhaps Yamcha had sneaked down.

"Dork," she mumbled, realizing that he might well be in the next room. Quickly she threw down some bacon, and began to line up plates she whisked out of the closet. Each one she loaded with an abundance of bacon, while she poured batter for pancakes. Then she tossed toast into the eight slot industrial toastmaster. When it came to cooking for Vegeta bulk was the way to go. This time she felt a certain warm fondness for making his majesty's breakfast because she hoped he'd realize how much she'd enjoyed their little adventure the night before.


Vegeta's place was set directly by the stove in the breakfast nook. She set herself a place next to him, and heard footsteps of someone coming up the stairs.

"Uh… hi…" said the owner, looking sheepishly at her.

"Good morning…" Bulma said politely to the young purple haired girl. "Breakfast?"

"Er… hi… um sorry to impose… we just um…"

"Relax and sit down, I assume the cinnamon rolls are yours?" Bulma said as sweetly as she could. She took them out and began to fuss with putting them in a basket. Shandi blinked, then rushed to help her.

"Oh it's not a problem is it?" she asked sweetly in return.

"I didn't get your name…"

"I'm Shandi. Shandi Seltzer…" said the girl, with a high pitched giggle that annoyed Bulma already.

"Bulma Briefs," said Bulma, shaking her hand. "Good to meet you…"

"Sorry to drop in… unexpected…" she said.

"Oh no, there's plenty of room," said Bulma pointedly as Yamcha padded in. He saw that she had a sweet smile on her face, and blinked in a mixture of surprise and wariness.

"Um hi Hon… I hope you didn't mind…"

"Why should I mind?" she asked, setting Vegeta's place next to her own. "I mean we both bring people here all the time. Do I look like I mind? Why should I mind anything?"

"Well, I know it was unexpected… I guess you two have already met," Yamcha said, nervous because Bulma had such a sickeningly sweet smile plastered on her face. It bothered him she wasn't even yelling at him in the slightest.

"Yep. You guys don't have to leave. I was just about to eat myself," said Bulma, pouring coffee for the two before they could protest. "Sit down… don't be rude… She's a guest… you never had manners Yamcha, honestly!"

"Er… um… thanks… but I don't' want to be any problem," Yamcha said awkwardly. "I mean we can eat in our room…"

"No, let's allege to KNOW one another," Bulma said with a saccharine smile that spooked Yamcha and amused Shandi. They both sat down, blinking in shock at one another. Bulma gave a secret smirk as she finished fixing Vegeta's portions.

"Um… wow what a lot of food," Shandi blinked, setting down some sweet rolls for herself and Yamcha. He wore a pair of plaid pajama pants, leaving his chest gloriously bare. Bulma noticed she was wearing Yamcha's boxers and t-shirt, the same one that she had given back to him.

"Bulma, don't tell me HE'S here…" Yamcha whispered.

"Depends, on who you mean," said Bulma, putting the genuine Vermont syrup before him. Yamcha poured milk and sugar into his coffee then took a bite of his cinnamon bun. A bit of icing fell off and Shandi leaned over to wipe it off with her finger. Bulma promptly ignored them, hearing her giggle. Yamcha warily watched her, then leaned over to lick a bit of the cinnamon off of Shandi's fingers.

"Ohh that tickles," Shandi grinned. The toaster bell went off, and she threw more slices in after filling a toast rack and placing it on the loaded table.

"Hmm, fresh icing…" Yamcha said, caught up with tearing a cinnamon roll apart and popping a bit into his date's mouth. He glanced at Bulma's back, but she was singing off key to herself and totally ignoring them.

"I thought you said she'd blow a fit… but she's nice," said Shandi.

"Too nice," said Yamcha.

"Aren't you two… broken up?"

"We're seeing other people sort of. But she looks… happy. I'm a bit… worried…" Yamcha said.

"Maybe SHE got some," Shandi giggled.

"You have no idea," Bulma grinned to herself. Turning around she sat down at the table to look at the two sitting there. Yamcha had his hand on top of Shandi's and she was eating off the same plate he was.

"So… nice morning, huh?" Yamcha said.

"Oh, it's fine," said Bulma. "You had fun, I take it?"

"Yeah… we did… um… well… till the other couple got drunk and threw up in…" Yamcha started. "Oops sorry…"

"It was SO funny when Ami threw the drink in Kazi's lap… and then they sang that awful karioke…"

"What the hells that annoying noise?" someone's voice grated.

"Hold your damn horses, I made your breakfast… So do us a favor and sit down and eat…" Bulma interrupted him.