Glass Eleven: Vegeta

Series: Dragon Ball Z

Dedication: Uchiha Bitch

Higurashi Kagome blushed as she tried her best to disappear into the wall behind her; her hands pressing into the cold wall, "An-ano, I should go find Bra…." She gulped as the intimidating man merely smirked at her and stepped closer.

She felt like Bambi, about to get eaten by Scar.

Vegeta merely cocked an eyebrow at his daughter's best friend as he corned her in the laundry room, loving the way her aura and scent spiked, "She went out with her mother… Ka-go-me." He let her name roll off his tongue and enjoyed the way she flushed even more.

He had known of her crush on him since she was twelve and now, she was a young woman, almost eighteen and more than ready to be plucked. There was something about her, even when she was younger, that called out to him; an innocence that he had to have. He had fought it at first, taking out on her as rude indifference and being an overall jerk to her.

Yet, she still came around and hung out with his daughter and only when his son showed an interest in her two months ago, did he realize that he wanted her; he needed her, and a prince always got what he wanted. So, with a confident smirk, he stepped closer to her – his hard muscular body pressing into her softer one.

Her breath hitched as the hard planes of his body pressed into hers, yet she turned her head away from him as his nose grazed her neck, "Mr. Vegeta, we shouldn't…" She shivered as he trailed his nose up and down her neck. Her legs were shaking and as much as it shamed her to admit, she was wet.

Since her preteen years, she had a crush on her best friend's dad; he was just so wild, strong, and proud– so dominating. Often times, she fantasized about him taking her harshly and roughly, making her his. Yet, she knew that was just silly, he was married and had two children, both around her age! Yet, here he was, pressing his hard member into her thigh and licking the side of her neck.

She knew this was wrong, yet she couldn't help but moan as his hand rubbed her hips, pressing more firmly into her, "Ngghh…" She shuddered as he rubbed her hot wet core through the fabric of her green skirt.

He grinned into her neck as he slipped his hand under her skirt and rubbed her already-wet panties and loving the way she twitched and moaned. It had been a long time since he and Bulma had been intimate as she was getting on in years and becoming more and more fragile, the shortcomings of being human. So, he had to resort to pleasuring himself; he was, after all, in his prime still and would out live his human wife by many years.

"Ahhh, more please…" Her voice was a hoarse whisper as she ground against his hand since it felt so good. It felt even better when his calloused fingertips touched her hot wet flesh. Something primal stirred within her as he rubbed her clit, making her hips jerk. Without thinking, she reached out and rubbed her hand over his length through his pants, needing to feel him – to make him feel as good as he was making her feel.

He would never admit it out loud, but he was surprised when her dainty hand cupped his manhood, rubbing along it and caressing it. From having listened in on her 'girl talks' with his daughter, he knew she was no virgin, something that pissed him off. She had lost it to her ex-boyfriend some wimp named Hojo. It had been painful, boring, and awkward. She had, in essence, just laid there until he was done and had never had sex again. So, for her to be so bold made him smirk, he wondered what else he could get her to do if given the time.

Kagome moaned as he slipped a finger inside her, it felt so good, she had never been this horny, not even while having sex for the first time with Hojo. She wanted to touch him, to make him feel good and with a blush, she slipped her hands inside his pants and marveled at how soft his skin was. He was hard and throbbing against her hand.

She gasped as he nipped her ear, his pre-come spreading on her palm, and he grabbed her ass with his free hand, "Be careful, little girl." His voice was low and dangerous, yet it just made her wetter. With a confidence that came from having him literally in the palm of her hand, she gripped his length and pumped her hand a few times loving the low pleasured growls coming from him.

She had just gotten a rhythm, moving her hand up and down his length when he pulled away from her. He removed his hand from her womanhood and her hand from his pants. She blushed and was about to run past him, thinking he had come to his senses, but yelped when he picked her up by the waist and sat her on the washing machine. He pried open her legs and stood between them, his fingers hooking under her panties.

His eyes were full of passion and want and it made her pant. Kagome arched her hips up, making her panties slide down a bit.

She wanted this – wanted him.

He merely gave her a fanged smirk before ripping them off her and unzipping his pants. He rubbed the tip of his member along her wet lips, getting ready to enter her. She moaned as he rubbed against her clit and, in one movement of his hips, he was deep inside her and making her arch her back, pressing her breasts against him.

He growled as he nipped at her neck, one hand on her lower back and the other fisted in her hair. She was so tight and it felt so damn good. With a grunt, he stood up and pulled her off the washing machine, using his hand to steady her as he thrust up into her. Her legs automatically wrapped around his waist as she rode him; her arms wrapped around his head and her face buried in his hair, muffling her moans.

Vegeta buried his face in her ample breasts, nipping at them through her clothes as he gripped her hips and lifted her up and down his throbbing manhood. He grunted as she moved her hips against him, loving the way she moaned and whined for more. So, he tossed caution to the wind and began ramming into her, loving the way she clawed at his back and bit at his neck.

In no time, he had her pressed against the wall as he thrust into her, the sound of flesh hitting flesh echoing around them, "Ahh!" He grinned against her neck as she arched her back, her walls clamping down around him as she came moaning his name. It took only a few more thrusts before he came, his seed shooting into her and dripping out of her as he held her in place; his primal side wanting to make sure she took all his seed. He nipped at her neck as she sagged against him.

With shaky legs, he walked back to the washing machine and sat her on it so he could pull out of her and fix his pants. He smirked down at the exhausted young woman and placed a finger under her chin to make her look at him. He gave her a cocky grin as he kissed her, lightly enjoying the way she flushed red, "You should spend the night more often, Kagome."

She merely nodded dumbly as he pulled her into another kiss, this one more demanding and dominating.