Prompt: Forbidden Fruit. Word Count: Had to be less than 2,000 words!
A/N: So, wow, I think it's been a really long time since I had anything to submit to this collection seeing as how most of my stuff written is for stories...*sigh* Anyway, This was done for The-Lemon-Tree over on DA, and this is taken from my Namek based story. This was what I had originally planned for chapter three (or even chapter one) to come out like, but since I'm doing (or trying to do) the characters the right way, I just get this impression that Vegeta could really careless about sex while on Namek (no matter how much Bulma threw it in his face to try and "distract" him). So here it is, the piece the REALLY wanted to write all those months ago: Namek B/V sex!
WARNING: There is MAJOR Adult Content here!
Disclaimer: I do NOT own DBZ or any of the characters. They belong to Akira Toriyama.
Her underwear covered bottom pressed harshly into the edge of the counter as the alien man lifted her legs to wrap around his waist. She grunted and groaned into the fiery kiss they were sharing as his hands slipped under her thighs. He took a step back and her arms wrapped tighter around his neck at the sudden movement. Fingertips grazed higher until they stopped at her underwear. Her hips bucked, pressing herself against his growing erection that was hidden behind a pair of boxer-briefs.
Her mind wandered aimlessly on how exactly she had gotten into this stimulating predicament as his tongue continued to fill her mouth. 'Dragonballs. Krillin. Gohan. Home!' She was tired of being abandoned by the only people there that could protect her….from the man she was currently latched onto.
A rush of air pushed from her lungs and her heart stopped for two seconds when his fingers slid under the barrier of her panties. "Wait," she said breathlessly as she pulled back.
His brows narrowed dangerously low as she stopped the kiss, however, she couldn't exactly stop his fingers from working their magic. "I'm not a bit surprised that your comrades left you alone. You're so damn fickle about every little decision, or is it just because you can't trust me?"
She bit her lower lip to stop herself from crying out, and her forehead knocked against his at the more-than-teasing touch. "You're such an arrogant little prick," her reply came out with the moan she'd been trying to hold back.
"Oh." He pushed her back against the small counter roughly causing a heavy, shaky breath to pass her lips as tears brimmed her eyes. "I may not be able to hold back if you continue that dirty talk," he sneered.
Bulma blinked away the tears as she gave the man her fiercest glare-one that sent most men running for the hills, but had him reacting quite differently. "Selfish bastard." Her butt was pressed harder against the counter's edge-she could already feel the bruise forming-as his free hand slipped under the over-sized T-shirt she was wearing.
"And you sought me, one of your enemies, out due to the kindness of your heart?" venom laced his voice. "I highly doubt that, girl."
The fire in her eyes didn't die as she ground out, "Bulma." The hold on his neck loosened as her upper body leaned away from his. "I've told you my name several times now, so use it when addressing me."
A low chuckle resounded from his throat as his fingers ran over the thin material of her bra. "Well then, Bulma," his voice held a slight purr as her name rolled off his tongue, "why did you come here? You kept insisting that it wasn't for sex." His thumb brushed over her clit as a second digit joined the first one. "Then you refused to give me the one object that I truly desire."
"Yes, your precious Dragonball, that even if you tried to use the Dragonball radar you still wouldn't be able to find." Her breath rushed out as the fingers under her shirt tugged the cup of her bra down, making the shoulder strap dig into her skin. She leaned back into him, his hand now cupping a bare breast as their bodies trapped it there. "At least not without me."
The words swept over his ear as the smugness in her voice made his fingers dig into the soft flesh they were currently latched onto. The fingers down below stopped their torturous touches to wrap around her thigh, letting her heat and wetness press against the thin material of their underwear. "So you keep re-iterating every chance you get." His hardened length pressed eagerly against the barriers between them. "What do you think will happen once you activate those Dragonballs?"
"I'm wishing my ass back home," she spat out, too distracted by his body to care about her words.
"I'll be wishing for my immortality," he spit back, the fingers around her breast pressing even deeper as he continued to lean more against her.
Her fingers dug into his muscled shoulders. "I came to you, gave you a place to clean up and rest, and offered you help on how to defeat this Frieza person." Her hips shifted up, trying to get away from the biting edge of the counter, only to have them pushed back by his dominating strength. "And you," she bit out, trying to keep the burning tears at bay, "you act as if every little thing I do means I want to have sex with you. Well guess what, it doesn't!" The fingers that had been digging into the rounded flesh of her breast lessened as the tips raked down to find a nipple.
Twisting the hardened bud, he got the effect he was looking for-shutting her up. Well, a gasping moan spilled from her lips instead of insignificant words. "Yes," he hissed, continuing to press his weight onto her body. "You came to me," the hiss disappearing so his words were silky smooth. "You invited me in, demanded I take a shower, and completely obliterated every plan I came up with. So what is it you want from me at this point if not sex?" He pressed himself against her growing wetness as proof. "You're certainly not fighting me off or showing signs of disgust at our actions."
She let out a gasping moan as his hardened length brushed teasingly against her. "And how exactly am I to fight you off when your strength is well above my own?" she asked frustrated but breathless.
"Hm," he hummed softly as he leaned in to nuzzle her neck before biting down on her earlobe. "Then tell me to stop."
The husky whisper sent a jolt down her spine. Her mouth opened, only to snap closed as he once again rubbed teasingly.
"Come on," he coaxed, his voice holding a thread of amusement. "I would also accept the location of your Dragonball that you've so cleverly hidden from me."
Her hands landed on his forearms, gripping and pushing on the muscles. "I won't," she growled out.
He pulled back to look at her, an eyebrow raised high. "You won't?"
"You're damn right!" she said ferociously. "I'm not giving you anything." Her hips desperately pressed forward and up in another attempt to push him back, but the action only spurred the situation further in the wrong direction.
A low groan crawled up his throat as their lower halves snuggly pressed together. The fingers around her thigh squeezed before starting the trek back to her center.
"Ya-Yamcha," she stuttered breathlessly.
"What's that?" His fingers stopped at the edge of her panties.
"Yamcha," she growled out, "is my boyfriend, who you killed!" Her hands squeezed tighter around his biceps as his fingers once again slipped under the barrier of her underwear.
A cruel smirk covered his lips before he pushed two fingers back inside her and leaned in to brush his nose against her cheek. "You think I remember every creature I kill? Or that I even gave a shit that they existed in the first place?"
Warm puffs of air caressed her cheek as he chuckled lightly. A soft moan breezed past her own lips as her hips bucked at his teasing fingers. "Do you remember every creature that you raped?"
He sneered and scoffed against her cheek. "Rape is beneath me, girl. I have never once had to rape any of my victims."
Her eyes widened a bit as his fingers slowed their pace, teasing her even more, and making her hips snap and twist of their own accord. The grip on his arms loosened so her hands slid down to his forearms. She bit her lip, turning the threatening moan into a whimper as his fingers finally stopped moving and pulled back out of her.
"Besides," the word flittered across her skin as he pulled back to look directly at her, "you can't rape the willing, can you?" He watched her eyes close as she bit on her bottom lip.
"Should I also remind you that you started this little game."
Her eyes popped open. "I did no such thing. You just took my actions and wordings all wrong."
"I did? The tone in which you spoke your words were dripping with lust. Were they not?" he retorted smugly.
A hand slipped from his right forearm to glide against his stomach. "I was merely trying to butter you up, and praying that you wouldn't blast me within the first few minutes of meeting."
At her touch he shifted his hips away from hers. "Then what is it you're doing now?" he pried as her hand landed over his covered length.
Her eyes locked with his. "Isn't it obvious," she teased as she pushed the material down. "You do know what to do, or do you need my help?" Her own smug smile curved her lips up.
Not wasting a second, Vegeta's fingers hooked under her panties and pulled. The thin material easily ripped and the pieces hadn't even touched the ground as he sheathed himself inside her.
Bulma's arms wrapped tightly around his neck again, as his hands hooked under her thighs. He pulled her away from the counter's edge, only to push her roughly back on it, bringing a mist of tears to her eyes. "Shit, hurts," she whimpered without much thought, as her mind was swirling from the friction down below. Her hips pressed forward, as did the rest of body. Her upper half was now draped around his as she tried to get away from the biting counter.
With a grunt, his hands shifted back to cup her ass, as his feet awkwardly shuffled backwards. As he once again planted his feet, her lips were on his, forcing her tongue through his lips. Her hips bucked and jerked against his as he continued to support her.
She moaned into the kiss, her hands diving into his thick hair. Her teeth nipped at his lips before she pulled away. Heavy panting filled the air between them as she looked into his dark eyes. Not a word was shared between them as they filled their baser needs. A shudder ran up her spine suddenly, and she bit her lip before crying out.
One hand traveled from her butt to support her back as she threw herself slightly back. Her warmth gripped and squeezed him, and he gasped out before pushing her roughly back against the counter. His forehead rested on her shoulder as he finally grunted his own release.
As they both came down from the high, Bulma winced slightly at the pain on her bottom once again. "Vegeta," the name came out soft yet harsh.
He pulled away from her, quickly pulling his underwear back up. He watched as she now leaned her palms against the counter top and pushed her bottom half away from it. "Was it worth it?" he suddenly asked.
Bulma's head shot up to look at him. "Worth what?"
A cruel smirk spread over his lips once again. "Betraying your friends and lover?" he once again almost had a purring sound to his voice
Her eyes narrowed before lowering to the floor, only to quickly lift back to his. "It's not like I had a whole lot of options at hand."
"I told you to tell me 'stop'."
"Oh, yeah," she interrupted quickly, "because you would've let me just waltz right out of here!"
He only huffed and walked from the room, returning minutes later with a capsule.
The capsule was marked with a skull. It was the capsule she'd used to hide the Dragonball from being discovered.
"Outside," he ordered. "I have a wish to make."