(A/N)- Hope you guys like it, thanks so much for the reviews so far. I am considering making this and epic tale that will last until DBZ ends. Whatcha think?!
Title: Not a Fairy Tale
Chapter 6: If you want me hold me back (I know from a song so what)
Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ or anything; I have no actual talent with words or any other things. I suck so bad that I preemptively suck at things that haven't been invented yet. You've been warned.
Previously on Dragon Ball Z…..
He stood there naked, and hard breathing like a deranged beast…. "Woman, hand me a drying cloth at once."….
Bulma gasped, she searched her brain as hard as she could trying to remember how to speak, or breathe for that manner. "Vegeta…. I." She was silenced by his hands firmly grasping her hips and pulling her towards him. She could feel him rubbing against her ass and she loved it. He was dangerous and she liked not knowing what he would do next. She closed her eyes and breathed in hard, as he slowly started to caress her ass, and lower back. His breathing rapidly increased and small grunts started expel from his lips. Bulma let the towel drop to the floor and turned to face him, she stared into his dark onyx eyes and for a fraction of a second she saw doubt…no not doubt fear. The next second his eyes had gone back to being calm and commanding.
Bulma let her fear go and let her instincts take over; she grabbed him at his slender hips and pulled him closer to her throbbing body. He licked his lips and started to grind himself into her, not yet penetrating her, just teasing. She moved her hands up his sides to his neck and started to kiss him on the neck, her kissing turned to sucking and pretty soon he lost control and grabbed her face. He did not kiss her softly, he did not kiss her gently, he did not take the time to memorize the freckles on her face, no he harshly slid his tongue into her mouth and waged a war against her. Each attack they used against each other made them hotter and wetter.
He continued the savage attack on her mouth while she hung on for dear life, although Bulma had kissed her fair share of guys, never had she been kissed like this, every second seemed to last a lifetime, yet she wanted and needed more, more…more. Although they were the same height, Vegeta was much stronger than Bulma and he slowly pushed and teased until her ass hit the bathroom counter in front of the mirror. Bulma yelped a little as she hit it surprised, but Vegeta knew exactly what he was doing, he moved his hands from her jaw line down her neck, leaving a trail of blazing fire in there wake. He got to her shoulders and moved his lips to her neck kissing her just as savagely as ever. He nipped and bit at her neck, while his hands contacted her sides and found there way to her big perky breasts, which were now hardened and standing at full attention. He moved his hands quickly, but with a strange smoothness over her breast, cupping them and than rubbing the nipples. Bulma threw her head back and moaned, his name almost escaped her lips, but she was too proud.
The prince knew he had gotten to her, he could smell her womanhood, and she was ready for him. With one quick movement he grabbed her hips and slammed himself into her. Bulma cried out in pain, he was bigger than she had ever had and his hard penis filled her and stretched her to her very limits. After a second the pain subsided into white hot pleasure. He held her up onto the counter and started to move in and out of her with a steady speed. "O…kami….o..Vegeta!" she screamed with her first orgasm, her walls tightened and spasmed around his hard dick. He never said a word; instead he kept grunting and breathing harder and harder. His pace sped up and Bulma felt herself climaxing again, his hands were now pasted on either side of the mirror and his steady movements had the mirror and wall shaking, Bulma continued to pant and attempted to move her hips with rhythm of his. He was going so fast now; he needed this, this release. He had stopped kissing her now and was fully focused on humping her brains out. Harder, harder, harder, faster, faster…. "O Vegeta, yes, yes yes!" Bulma came again and between the tightening of her heated walls, the rapid movements of his pelvis and the Bulma screaming his name he came hard and filled her with his hot seed.
Vegeta steady himself against the wall, he was getting dizzy and Bulma lying out across his shoulder wasn't helping. Already he wanted her again, already he needed her again. He was ashamed of himself for giving in to his temptations, that woman and what she did to him. Bulma was the first to attempt to speak, "Vegeta…I" she panted, "you were amazing, I have never felt so, alive." Vegeta didn't speak but instead nodded his head, not because he agreed or disagreed but because his mouth wouldn't form words. He brought his sweaty brow up to meet hers and than kissed her hard again, forcing once hand to come up and cup her delicate face. Vegeta stopped his attack and picked his clothes up off the floor, and without a word her pulled on his shorts and left to the GR to train. He needed to clear his head; he had given into his needs, his temptations. He had deprived himself of so much and now he had given in. He felt lost and needed to get his mind off of everything. He had run away from her now and he had to focus on anything but there heated encounter. Even before he could admit it to himself, he knew he'd be back.
Bulma stayed on the counter in shock. She sat there for five solid minutes before even attempting to move, her legs and hips ached and she could see the bruises forming on her slim thighs from where he had grabbed her and pulled her into him. She stretched and started to run hot water for a bath. She sat in the bath at least an hour letting all her thoughts collect and sort. "What the hell just happened?" she asked herself over and over again, but more than that she asked herself "When will it happen again." Bulma tilted her head back and let the water comfort her. She had never felt so alive and scared and happy and sad. She couldn't tell what she feeling, but it was an amazing high, and she didn't want to think about ever giving it up. About an hour after she had started to soak in the tub, Bulma heard her mother's annoying, yet very caring voice. "Bulma, o my" she giggled. "Yami is on the phone for you baby, what a handsome young man…if I was your age and wasn't married.." ….Yamcha, o my god what have I done.
(A/N)- I hope this sufficed some of your appetites. Trust me it gets steamier, o and I try not to Yamcha bash, he's not a bad guy, just wasn't right for Bulma, personally I think she cheated on him too, just a thought. Again if any of this offends let me know. Until next time peace be your journey.