Chapter 2
Disclaimer:I do not own Dragon Ball or it's characters. Although, I don't think Akira Toriyama would be too happy about the way I used his characters.
Chi Chi could only furrow her eyebrows and offer the heiress an exasperated look.
"What?" Bulma asked, noticing her friend's judgement.
"Really? In a car?" the raven-haired woman said. "First of all, that is super dangerous and second of all, what if a cop pulled you guys over? I'm pretty sure Vegeta most likely doesn't know how to drive."
"Didn't you hear what I said? I put the car in autopilot. I've been developing the software for months! I needed to test it out."
Chi Chi squinted her eyes at her friend, silently determining if Bulma had made the system for that very reason.
"Anyway…" Bulma continued.
Taking Vegeta's silence as an invitation to continue, she carefully started stroking him, ever so slowly. He eventually became rock hard in her hand but she kept the antagonizing slow pace. She wanted to make him stop his incessant bickering, but she found that she had to torture him a bit first before he would receive his reward.
Vegeta was finding it incredibly hard to concentrate on the task at hand as Bulma was taking her sweet fucking time to pick up the pace. On a normal day, he would have made sure she never got the chance to even bring him out of his pants but recently he had too much pent-up energy to offer a real fight. He and Bulma hadn't been getting physical for the past three weeks after she had had a pregnancy scare. They had both agreed about not wanting to have children so Bulma had suggested that he use a condom. She was already on birth control so she recommended an added means of protection to guarantee they could have sex without her getting pregnant. She may as well have blown up planet Vegeta herself with how offended he had been. The Prince swore he would rather die by the hands of the androids before he would ever have something "trap" his manhood. The heiress had then retorted that they could start using the best kind of birth control there was before she left the room, still fuming. Vegeta never had the chance to ask what entailed until the next night when his attempts were rebuffed and told that they were using chastity as birth control. That led to more arguing and no sex, leaving the two incredibly frustrated.
Despite the risk of getting caught, and the embarrassment that it might cause, his judgement was too clouded by the lust that he had been bottling up to even care if anyone saw what was transpiring in the car. His pride would never allow him to use the contraption, but that meant he couldn't have sex, and being left without it was tensing him up. He and Bulma had been getting into a comfortable routine in the past months and he was more than displeased when the stubborn woman had broken it. He was very object to the notion of children, not knowing the first thing about being a parent and he didn't want to have any more reason to be involved with the woman than he already had. But being denied any sort of release for weeks was killing him. Especially after he decided to intensify his training to distract himself, which only made him more tense and wound up than before. Offering any more objection than he already had to the woman's actions would have been suicide.
The Gods must be rewarding him for being so patient.
Vegeta hissed as Bulma started licking his steely erection. She went up and up and down the shaft, the cold air almost stinging his cock with the trail she was leaving behind with her tongue. She's doing this on purpose, Vegeta thought, gritting his teeth. As much as he wanted to shove her down onto him, he couldn't show her how weak he was due to their lack of coupling. Besides he had to focus on trying not to make them crash.
As Bulma made her way up to his already glistening head, she couldn't help but smirk. She was amazed at the self restraint he was maintaining. She also couldn't help but laugh at his lack of observation that the car was driving itself. Just goes to show how distracted he is by this, she thought. To reward him for his behaviour, she opened her lips and took all of him in her mouth at once, with her lips touching the base of his cock.
Vegeta couldn't help but groan. It had way too long. So long in fact that he was ready to cum in her mouth once he felt himself hit the back of her throat. But there was no way in hell that he was going to give her the satisfaction that she'd brought the Prince of all Saiyans down to his knees because he'd been desperate for release. No way. The stubborn Prince steeled himself by holding back and gripping the steering wheel tighter, still barely holding on to his pride.
Bulma bobbed her head, continuing the Prince's torment. But she couldn't help but create her own torture as well. She could feel her own need growing as a familiar sensation started to build. Her panties were already soaked but the need was starting to be hard to ignore. As she twirled tongue over his head, cleaning off his precum, she rubbed her thighs together, trying to relieve some of the pressure.
A moan escaped her mouth as she took him once again to the back of her throat. She could feel him twitch, ready for him to release. She went back up to his head, ready to bring herself down again and to take him all the way to the brim. Just as she was about to shatter the Prince, she couldn't help releasing his cock from her warmth in a surprised gasp as Vegeta had skillfully brought up her dress and started stroking her core.
"Vegeta…" she panted, resting her head on his thigh.
Before she could tell him off and chastise him for not "focusing" on the road, she gritted her teeth and pressed her forehead into his thigh as he made agonizingly slow circles around her clit.
"Um…" Chi Chi held her mug to her mouth, trying to hide her look of pure embarrassment.
"What?" Bulma stopped her story, slightly irritated that her friend was interrupting one of the best parts.
"You might want to keep your voice down…" the raven-haired woman glanced nervously to the right.
Bulma turned her head around the coffee shop and noticed many of the clientele as well as some of the staff giving her dirty looks. Those who weren't glancing her way were trying desperately not to listen to the story or were blushing uncontrollably.
The heiress felt heat rise to her cheeks. She took a quiet sip of her coffee, trying to compose herself. She must have been trying to talk over the pounding in her head and accidentally spoken in a few octaves higher than she should have.
"Do you need an aspirin?" Chi Chi inquired, praying that if she helped Bulma nurse her hangover properly she would no longer have to talk over the migraine afflicting her friend.
Bulma went to take another sip and cleared her throat, doing her best to ignore the effects of her hangover.
"No, don't worry" Bulma almost whispered. "This headache will go away soon enough."
"Whatever you say…" Chi Chi smirked at her friend's stubbornness. "Now in a lower tone of voice, what else did Vegeta do to you?"
She couldn't help but gasp in surprise when he added more pressure and started stroking her with more enthusiasm.
She glanced to get a good look at his face. She inevitably made eye contact with him as he was staring at her getting a read on her expression. As they locked eyes, Bulma noticed that he was panting just as heavily as she was and his eyes clouded with the same desire that was shrouding her own. As they assessed one another, they both realized that they had been craving each other's touch. It was just a matter of time before one of them crumbled and neither one of them liked losing.
Trying to ignore Vegeta's fingers skillfully working her center, Bulma continued where she had previously left off, determined to break him before he had a chance to make her even peak. This was proving quite difficult as he was now rubbing her in one of her sweet spots, causing legs to start shaking.
In a desperate attempt to make him cum, she took him all in her mouth again and started bobbing her head faster, hoping it would finish him before she did. But for some reason, it just wasn't working and Bulma could feel herself nearing completion.
Come on, she thought to herself, I've only been sleeping with him for months, I must know one of his weaknesses!
Despite her genius, the scientist was drawing a blank thinking of Vegeta's soft spots when it came to sex. She didn't know if the reason she was blanking was because of the amazing of a job he was doing right now to distract her or that maybe she really didn't know that much about the Prince. He was always so dominating when it came to sex and he never really showed her any weakness to begin with.
As Bulma felt her resolve crumbling, ready to admit defeat she slowed down her ministrations. What she was surprised to hear was Vegeta hiss in complaint and felt his cock twitch in her mouth. Her eyes widened and glanced to see his expression. His jaw was clenched tight and he was baring his teeth in concentration. Bulma also got ticked off that the hand gripping the steering had bent it. Her eyes widened at the expression he was pulling, the one he would make when he was about to come. Was he wound up because she had slowed down… because she teased him?
Almost forgetting her own approach to completion, she smirked with him still in her mouth. It seemed to the Prince did not like to be played with, and that was her ticket to victory.
She purposely removed his cock from her warm mouth and began pumping him at an agonizingly slow pace.
Vegeta clenched is eyes to concentrate harder on not breaking. He even stopped his efforts on the blue haired vixen because her torture was making him crack. He removed his fingers from her to grip the steering wheel, lest he break the woman beneath him. His hand clenched the wheel, twisting it in the process. Why was this even there? Oh yeah, so he could drive, so they wouldn't crash or get stopped…
The prince winced as Bulma licked the head of his cock. She placed a soft kiss at the tip before proceeding to take him in. Finally! He could go back to…
The steering wheel completely shattered underneath his right hand in frustration as his suffering was prolonged with Bulma's mouth around him but teeth lightly grazing his shaft. What the hell?! She knew he hated when she used her teeth. But with all the teasing she was doing… he didn't know how long he could last.
Vegeta opened his eyes to peek at the punisher in his lap. He caught her eye when she gave him a knowing smirk. That bitch…
She removed her mouth from him but continued with her hand still playing with his cock.
"What's wrong Vegeta?" she said, her voice heavy with lust. "Keeping your hands to yourself?" She gave him a seductive smile before she rolled her tongue over his head.
That's when he snapped.
He didn't care anymore if they crashed, if they got caught, hell, even if he was the one to come first, but not only was her teasing a turn on, it was killing him. It didn't help that he had been deprived of her for three weeks, he was finally having his fill, and he was going to make damn sure that he was going to have all of her.
"Cheech?" Bulma became concerned as she had a hand shielding her mouth and she was staring off to the side. Maybe she was adding too many details and it was making her uncomfortable, she should have been more sensitive to her friend's feelings. After all, Chi Chi has only ever had one partner and has probably not experimented as much as Bulma had.
Chi Chi was quiet, still not looking the heiress in the eye. She seemed to be deep in thought.
"Cheech… I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. If you want, I can stop…" Bulma was suddenly interrupted by a hand slapping down on the table, causing her to jump and her mug to shake.
"Absolutely not!" Chi Chi affirmed. "This is way too intense for you to stop there! You are way more naughty than I thought you were!" Her eyes shone with excitement and a surprising amount of interest. "You never spoke about Yamcha this way, and the fact that you had Vegeta at your mercy… Eek!" she squealed in excitement. "There's nothing more thrilling than breaking the iron resolve of a Saiyan!"
"So, you aren't weirded out? I'm not making you feel awkward at all?"
"Are you kidding? I live for this! Knowing that you can take a man down with a focus like Goku's makes me even more proud to be your friend! So, do not be shy with details." She took a long sip of her tea with an enthusiastic grin on her face.
Bulma was more than taken aback to learn that her friend was not as conservative as she thought. Sure, she knew Chi Chi only did the "sex after marriage" thing and figure she only really did it because she had wanted kids. The heiress took sip from her own mug and silently debated whether Chi Chi was as innocent as she seemed.
To end his suffering, he let go of the steering wheel, leaving it in an awkwardly bent place, and leaned back into his own seat. He saw her smirk to herself but she wouldn't be laughing for long.
"Aw, Vegeta did you finally…"
"Shut up…" he interrupted. Before she could utter another word, he grabbed a fistful of her hair and pushed her down.
He hissed and leaned into the seat, relived that he was completely inside her mouth, her teasing ending. She tapped his thigh, telling him to ease up and he lessened his hold on her, satisfied knowing he was going to release himself in that pretty mouth of hers. He dictated the pace, still holding a firm grip on her hair as she expertly swirled her tongue on his shaft.
Bulma felt him twitch and knew it was time. As she expected, he pushed her down to the base taking him all in but she didn't expect him to hold her in place. Vegeta released himself in her throat, punishing her teasing from before hand.
When he felt she had had enough, he let go of the hold he had in her blue tresses and she came up in a loud gasp, sitting on the edge of the driver's seat.
"What the hell?! Why didn't you…"
Her berating was interrupted with Vegeta's mouth on hers, barely allowing her to breathe. He grabbed her hips in a firm grasp and brought her onto his lap. He devoured her lips in a hunger Bulma had never experienced from him but returned the kiss with the same enthusiasm.
Oh it's been too long… she thought to herself as she felt her back pushed against the dashboard, Vegeta leaning into her and grinding himself against her panties.
As much as she wanted to cave, give him what he wanted and give in to what she craved, she reminded herself why she had denied herself for so long.
"Vegeta…" she barely made out with the Prince's hungry mouth on her.
"Hn" he grunted into her mouth, his hands now hiking up her dress further than before.
"Vegeta…" she said again. As much as she was going to regret this it had to be done. "Do you have a condom?"
The Prince immediately stiffened and stopped his ministrations. He broke their kiss to leaned back, just enough for Bulma to see his face. His eyes were dark menacing, Bulma could feel the anger emanating from her partner. She almost regretted her question but she needed to ensure that they were on the same page.
After a moment of tense silence, he finally replied.
"No" he mustered through clenched teeth.
"Well" she patted his chest and left his lap to sit in the driver's seat. She opened the mirror of a compact she always left in the door and started fixing her hair and lipstick. "Looks like we'll have to leave it at that."
The Saiyan put himself back in his pants, evidently seething. After such an intense battle of wills, and leaving it without having her scream his name in pleasure, Vegeta felt he had just lost another fight. Not only did he cave first, he never got the chance to reduce her a trembling mess of satisfaction. What pissed him off even more, was the fact that he could smell how wet she was and she was still denying herself of him. He wanted to have her so bad, but there was no way in hell he was putting on a condom.
"I won't do it" he tried to reason, his hands clenched into fists, resting on his thighs.
"Well that's too bad." She smacked her lips together, evening out the ruby red lipstick. "I don't want to get pregnant just as much as you don't want to wear a condom so…" she put her compact back into the storage space of the door and reached for her wallet. "Shall we go?"
Vegeta looked up to meet her gaze, ready to fight tooth and nail but from the expression she was pulling, there was no way he was going to win. They had already discussed the possibilities if ever they accidentally conceived a child, and the cons outweighed the pros. The last thing he wanted to be was a father, but the first thing he wanted to do was get laid.
"Aren't you taking your own form of contraceptive?" he tried to reason.
"And like I said before," she raised her voice, feeling herself getting angry "I'm not going to risk it! Now, let's go! We're already late."
As she opened the car door, Vegeta reached for her wrist stopping her.
"What now?" she asked, annoyed.
"You can't leave the vehicle! Not in moving traffic!" he shouted.
"Um hello? Take a look around you, we're in a parking garage!"
Vegeta had now just realized their surroundings. Rows of dazzling and colourful sports cars lined the walls of the parking space. Vegeta had barely noticed how he managed to get them here. And at their destination no less.
As the Prince made sense of his surroundings, Bulma ripped off the grip he had on her wrist. She slammed the door shut with unnecessary force.
She couldn't help but be frustrated with him. He wanted her. Bad. What had transpired in the car was proof of that. Why couldn't he respect her wishes?
She was a little surprised to hear his footsteps a few paces behind hers, figuring he was going to sulk in the car and go back home. Although it warmed her that Vegeta was staying true to his word in accompanying her tonight, she still couldn't falter. She couldn't crumble just because the Saiyan liked to do it raw. She had to get this argument away from her thoughts. Tonight, she was to have fun with some partners and maybe close a few deals. Not dwell on the fact Vegeta was too proud to wear a condom. Bulma couldn't promise that her birth control would do the job. She was standing her ground.
Although opposing sides were too proud to succumb to one another's demands, they had a whole night to convince each other otherwise.
Author'sNote:I'll be honest, I didn't get the chance to look this over as much as I would because I am swamped with school work, but I really wanted to get this out to you guys. So, if there are any really bad mistakes feel free to let me know. Also, please let me know if I did okay. This was literally the very first time I wrote lemon so feedback would be much appreciated.
Anyways, please enjoy guys. 3