Disclaimer: All things associated with Dragon Ball Z belong solely to Akira Toriyama.
A/N: So looks like I've been awol for quite some time now. I apologize sincerely... I know how irritating that is.
Something in the Water
Cut to the Chase
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"Fucking shit," he muttered, groaning as he pulled himself out of her. Bulma squeaked in surprise and soreness as Vegeta knelt back on his haunches, holding himself up with his hands against his legs.
"I think I need a hip replacement," she hissed as she slowly moved her legs back together with a wince, but her sudden realization that she was naked with Vegeta caused her to scramble together and search wildly around for her clothes.
Vegeta glared at the offending rags she pulled her way and scowled at the thought of her encasing her gleaming body beneath them. "Don't bother," he barked as her cheeks reddened prettily, "I'm sure we'll be fucking soon again."
Bulma didn't miss his derision. "I sure as hell hope not," she snapped back, her eyes flashing in irritation. "You got lucky. Hopefully we'll find a planet within the next day or so --"
"Ha!" he sneered as he sat back against the cold steel wall and bared his manhood to her without shame, "We'll fuck whether we find a planet or not."
"Would you stop saying that?" she hissed as she scrambled into the remnants of her top.
"Feeling like a slut yet?" he taunted. "We'll fuck because you and I can both still feel that poison in our bodies -- and because we mated."
Bulma paused in her movements, looking down at her bare thighs. Yes, if she could still feel that pulsating heat running through her body, then he most certainly could, and it was only a matter of time before...
"Did you hear me?" he barked, interrupting her thoughts.
Blue eyes flashed to his dark ones. "I was just considering your words, asshole. I'm not placing any bets yet, so we'll just see what happens --"
"I said we mated."
Pursing her lips in constant agitation, Bulma held her top to her chest to hide her nakedness, and her eyes narrowed. "Obviously."
With a glare, he snapped, "Do you not listen, woman? I explained to you the difference between rutting and mating yesterday."
"No, you didn't explain anything, you just mentioned the two words in the context of the conversation in order for me to get the gist of things, Mr. Mysterious," she pouted, averting her eyes from his manhood.
"We rut, we fuck. We mate -- we bind ourselves to one another," he replied darkly as he glared down at his hands.
Bulma's head snapped up as she brought her hand to the bite mark on her neck. "You said Goku and Chi Chi mated, right?"
His gaze sliding to hers, Vegeta made a curt nod as a grimace spread over his curved lips.
"You mean like... married?" she squeaked as her eyes opened wide and mouth fell agape.
Vegeta flushed with regret and embarrassment. "Mating is more binding than your silly written contracts," he muttered, casting his eyes out the window. "I just saved both our skins -- yours from being fucked to death and mine from your father's remote control."
"Can-you-not-use-any-other-word-to-describe-it?" she gritted out, mortified at his casual admittance of their carnal experience.
"Does it appall your human sense of decency?" he sneered, "Because I have single-handedly just disgraced thousands of years of royal Saiyan bloodlines by tainting my hands with your filthy blood!"
Bulma flushed. "You didn't seem to have a problem with it a few minutes ago!"
"And you mewled like the whore you are."
Watching him bare his teeth at her, Bulma felt a pull in her stomach as their tempers rose and his bestial side reared its head. God, he was hot. There was no denying that the anger and tension between them heated things up. "Get over yourself, Vegeta," she snapped, stumbling over the words.
Smirking at her obvious fluster, Vegeta stood up with a lazy stretch and a yawn, and Bulma's eyes were drawn straight to his manhood. She hadn't exactly had the presence of mind earlier to examine his equipment, but she could definitely see why --
"Need anything else?" he drawled as he cracked his back and swayed before her, and Bulma gasped as she tore her eyes away from him.
"Sorry but you're standing right in my face!"
Vegeta laughed darkly. "Patience. Soon enough, my little bitch," he tossed over his shoulder as he padded down the hallway, swiping his shorts off the floor on his way.
Enraged, Bulma could only summon up a scream of reply as he disappeared into the gravity machine.
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"Hi, Daddy."
Bulma looked guiltily up at the screen as her father stared down at her with a mixture of pity and violent embarrassment. After collecting her rags of clothing, she had wandered back to the bedroom to replace her outfit (choosing a short, puffy skirt cinched at the waist and a simple v-neck top -- just in case...) and had made her way back to the control room to check the status of the nearby planets. With no promising stops in sight, she had turned with a frown to the blinking messages on the screen and finally broke down to call her distressed father.
"We've been -- we've been mighty worried, dear," he replied gently with shifting eyes and a tug on his mustache. "I can't say that your mother hasn't been in sunny spirits, though..."
"Yeahhhh," she muttered in assent, looking down at her bare feet.
There was an awkward pause in the conversation.
Dr. Briefs coughed. "Well that's a nice skirt you have there. Nice floral pattern --"
"Wealreadyhadsex," she blurted out, blushing furiously as she stared up at the screen.
"...what?"
"You heard me. We already did it and now we're waiting for another planet to stop on."
Reaching up to rub his eyes, Dr. Briefs sighed, "How long...?"
"Um, let's say I should probably take a shower now," she admitted begrudgingly.
Her father grimaced. "...You are aware that it comes and goes in cycles?"
"Yeah, but I was just hoping..."
"Me too, dear."
Father and daughter stared at one another in mortification until finally, with a sigh, she simply reached over and turned the signal off.
An hour or so after the initial breakdown, Bulma found herself at her little desk fiddling with one of her prototypes and wondering how Vegeta was feeling about everything and if he too was feeling that horrible pull when suddenly -- "Ow, ow, fuckity fuck," she hissed as her middle finger sliced across the keen steel and began to drip all over the counter.
Muttering curses under her breath she shot up from her chair and ran down the hallway, her bare feet slapping the cool floor as blood seeped down her wrist. How could a stupid cut bleed so much? Bulma fled to the bathroom to rummage through the cabinets for the first aid kit when she heard the GR power down. If only she could find that stupid tube of skin-mender...
A shadow on the floor and a surprising lurch in her stomach told Bulma that Vegeta had entered the room behind her, but she ignored him as capsules fell to the floor around her. "Have you done anything with the skin --"
Bulma gasped as she was flipped around by the shoulders and found herself staring into Vegeta's dark eyes. Mutely, he seized her hand and brought it up between them.
Bulma frowned. "I can do it mys--"
But she was cut off as he pulled her hand to his mouth and bared his teeth as his tongue shot out to lick from her wrist to her fingertip. Bulma's stifled a cry as his dark eyes flickered hungrily to hers before he took her fingertip in his mouth and sucked, pulling her blood from her with a fiery burn.
"I -- I think I need to sanitize that now," she squeaked as she tried desperately to ignore her yearnings and yank her hand away.
Vegeta growled and let her hand go, but roughly grabbed her by the buttocks and hauled her up against his sweaty chest as he glared down into her eyes. "I saved your puny life by mixing your foul blood with mine, did I not?" he demanded as she froze up in his arms, drowning in his dark gaze.
"You can't intimidate me into having sex with you," she whimpered as she stared up plaintively into his eyes.
A feral grin began to trace his lips. "You are my bonded and my mate now. It's in your blood," he rasped, and his eyes glinted with some hidden knowledge that made her stomach churn excitedly.
When she made no answer -- her eyes widening with panic -- Vegeta bared his teeth and declined his head to hers. "What are you doing?" she breathed, and her hands curled into claws at his shoulders as her back tightened.
His ebony eyes flickered towards hers, and she could smell his unique musk invading her space. "I believe I forgot to take such liberties before..." he answered slyly, and Bulma's mouth gently parted as her brain made the connection.
She wanted to tell him to stop -- she wanted to shove him away, but the rest of her screamed for more as his lips descended and he chuckled in triumph. Muscles tensing and fingers flexing, Bulma stood enchanted as his mouth covered hers, and a surge of heat and lust like none before swooped down on her as she tasted him.
Vegeta took no concern of her well-being as he roughly began to move his lips against hers, commanding his entrance and her suppliance. He could feel that foreign poison weaving through his veins, but his hands on her buttocks and her breasts against his chest made him forget that he should be despising her. He had never tasted such sweetness, and the wrongness of their union only made it maddeningly tempting. He flicked his tongue against her teeth as he felt her body begin to relax, and he had to withhold a smile of triumph as she ever-so-slightly moved her mouth with his.
When Bulma felt his hands move down her skirt, she gasped and tore her mouth away, searching his face for his gaze. "Come on, woman," he drawled with an evil glint in his eye, "I know you can do better than that."
And somehow his taunting became a compliment in her ears. Sending a sneer his way, Bulma moved her arms to his neck and hauled herself in, pushing up against him with all her might and ravaging his mouth with her own. Vegeta was actually surprised, and for a moment he stood still as she manipulated him before his brain kicked in gear and he grasped her tightly, moving his mouth with hers. He had to remind himself of her weakness, and with a grunt he let the floodgates of his power open up. Hot, sparking energy appeared between them again, and Bulma felt like her blood was beginning to sizzle.
Moments later she felt one of his arms disappear, and a crash of toiletries and makeup fell to the floor as Vegeta swiped the counter behind her so that he could shove her tiny figure back onto the marble. Hissing as her creamy thighs hit the searing, cold counter, Bulma pulled her mouth from his with a look of consternation. "Stop breaking all my stuff," she whined even as her hips told her to forget it.
"Stop putting your stuff where I want to fuck you," he retorted with gritted teeth as he pushed her flush against the mirror behind her, and Bulma found herself laughing despite the entire situation. Vegeta's eyes narrowed as he yanked her skirt up to her waist. "What the hell is so hilarious, female?"
Hands moving up on their own to entwine in his raven mane, Bulma smiled down at his irritated countenance, saying, "This entire thing is ridiculous, that's what's so funny! And you're so freaking literal, Vegeta."
However, by this point her nails raking across his scalp had distracted the Saiyan, and his retort was lost as he buried his face against the unmarked side of her neck while one hand tugged mercilessly on her top.
"Give me a second and I'll take it off!" she shrieked, jarred by his rough tugging, and Vegeta growled warningly at her impertinence as he backed away. "Well you should get those poor excuses for shorts off too, you know," she grumbled, hands shaking with adrenalin and lust as she pulled her top over her head.
Vegeta would have liked to make some retort to her logic, but it was... logical. Deftly he stripped his shorts down to the floor as his eyes caught on her bouncing breasts barely contained in a neon pink bra. "You could use that as a fucking landing strip," he muttered, casting her face a contemptuous glance.
Bulma's own eyes were trained on his manhood that jutted out painfully from his cut hips. "Next time, just say you like them," she retorted, though in a burst of rebelliousness she reached behind her to pop her bra open. Letting it hang against her shoulders to cover her chest, Bulma smirked deviously as she leaned forward and spread her legs on the counter.
Red heat surged behind his eyeballs at her fiendishness, and Vegeta surged forward to slam his mouth to hers as he dragged her hips to the counter to meet his pulsing erection. Sparks erupted as they reunited, and she dimly realized that his energy was seeping into her.
Bulma's breath came out in huffs as he let his lips travel down her neck to her chest, where he pulled back to yank the bra off her shoulders so that his eyes could devour her pearly globes.
A strangled moan rose in her throat when his hand came up to cover her breast, and Bulma tilted her head back in ecstasy as his mouth moved closer and closer to her rosy nipples. The moment his mouth closed over one pert breast Bulma jumped against him, her nerves stretched to the breaking point, and she could feel a line of wetness seeping down the side of her panties. Mewling, she savored the moment before she dragged her hand back through his hair to pull him upright again.
Vegeta's irate confusion at her interruption vanished when she proceeded to slam her crotch against his manhood again to sate her unbearable pressure, and his canines flashed in pleasure as he took her up on her offer and ground against her. Letting his mouth and tongue torture her neck and ear, Vegeta reveled in the sound of her haggard breathing and her wild, rolling eyes.
Her moaning drove him over the edge. Letting one hand drift down to her panties, Vegeta could feel that she had soaked her flimsy garment. With a feral grin of satisfaction at her weakness, the Saiyan pulled her panties down and across her thighs until they dropped at her knees to the floor.
The moment slowed to a crawl as Bulma leaned her head against his in what one might consider an intimate touch, letting her nose brush against his as he looked down at his positioned member. As she felt his manhood push against her swollen core, Bulma saw his thick lashes look up into hers, and her breath caught in her throat at what she felt was some important moment in time. Breaths mingling in the air for that one pregnant second, Bulma and Vegeta suddenly surged together as their eyes closed and mouths crushed each other's.
Her fingers clenched against his solid shoulders as his girth pushed through her, Vegeta felt her tense up as he pulled her hips to his. Sparks skittered across their skin. A mix between a moan and a growl slipped through his lips, and Vegeta gritted his teeth in ecstasy as her legs came up to wrap around his waist.
"Just -- wait!" she breathed, slightly in pain from her rough handling earlier. Wincing, Bulma dropped her head against his shoulder as she clung to him. Tremors racked over her frame from the unbearable tension and need that coursed through her, and Vegeta could barely contain himself.
"Why do you have to be so fucking weak?" he groused, nearly in pain as he restrained himself from pumping in and out of her.
"Why do you have to be so fucking big?" she countered as she breathed heavily against him and squeezed her eyes shut.
A blush rose to his cheeks. Of course he knew that he was exceptionally endowed. That was essential to his line passing down their seed; but Bulma's (albeit irritated) compliment stroked his ego and purred to his manhood better than any other woman had. Her honesty stilled his impatient movement, though that cursed poison seared his veins.
Bulma wasn't thinking about her words at this point, and with a plaintive squeak she began to grind against him again as she let her lips drift against the jutting tendons of his neck.
With her arms twined about his shoulders and his hands clamped against her hips, the couple began to move into each other, building up a fury that burned the air around them. Bulma's breath caught in her throat at the phenomenal tug in her abdomen, and Vegeta huffed out grunts as he watched her figure in the mirror behind her. His eyes traveled down her tumbling hair that glinted in the light as she threw her head back and bared her neck to him. Instinctively, he latched his teeth onto her silken skin and nipped up and down. His eyes closed, savoring the heat and the alien softness.
Thrusting harder and faster, Vegeta pulled little squeaks of joy and pain from her chest, and when she thought she would explode from the intensity of his presence, he reared his head back and roared, exploding violently into her.
Bulma yelped as he shoved into her as deeply as he could, and her nails dug into his back as she clung weakly to him.
Opening his eyes even as he was still tensely clutching her, Vegeta looked over her shoulder to stare at himself in the mirror. The uncontrolled, flushed man staring back at him surprised the Prince. He had always commanded himself with perspective, forethought, and dignity, even in what appeared to be his wildest, most passionate moments.
This woman, though... this woman twisted him into something unrecognizable -- some other weak man who fell prey to his own desires and the supple flesh of an alien female.
Vegeta's brows knotted together. Her back was so smooth in the mirror, and he could see the faint outline of her spine as she leaned against him. Her alabaster skin nearly glowed in the light, and his hands looked dark and cruel against her, especially when he noted the blooming bruises beginning to form on her hips. They wouldn't be too noticeable, but all the same...
Bulma finally sat up and pulled away from him so that she could see his face properly. His eyes appeared to avoid hers, and Bulma suddenly felt a wash of feelings foreign to hers. Isolation and confusion -- she wasn't particularly confused herself, but suddenly she felt as though she were in someone else's head.
As his eyes finally met hers, a loud beep from the computer system interrupted her thoughts.
"Inhabitable planet in reach. Two hours until touchdown."
A/N: So this definitely got more, uh, carnal than I anticipated. I'll try to get back to the next chapter sooner... Please review!