A/N: Hey, I'm back again. Thank you so much for those of you who have been reviewing. I was able to get this chapter up much sooner than expected. Please read and enjoy.
Warning: For Mature Adults only.
Disclaimer: Dragonball Z belongs to Akira Toriyama.
Horatio grabbed the unsuspecting woman and hoisted her over his shoulder. A fine prize, he thought to himself, a wide grin gracing his sun-kissed face. The dame would be but a mere drop in his bucket, but what a fine drop she would be.
Ugh, she knew this novel was supposed to be trashy, but this was just awful. Bulma discarded the book atop the pile of books she had started and been too annoyed with to finish. The idea of the roguish male protagonist and the strong-willed, beautiful woman was one she looked for in any romantic tale. Sadly, most of those books tended to make her want to gag. It was so hard to find a well-written romance novel with steamy sex and heart-wrenching love-making. It hadn't helped that for the last few books she had started, she had imagined Vegeta in the role of the male lead.
The first book she had started was about a modern-day businesswoman who was attracted to her male boss. If anything, Vegeta was stern enough to be in an executive position, but imagining him in a business suit with that hair of his put her into a fit of laughter, and she was forced to stop reading. The second had been a western, homestead romance. Vegeta played the hardened, but kind ranch-hand that defended the damsel's honor at every turn. Again, imagining him with a cowboy hat had been too much. Finally, he played the role of pirate, stealing his prize of a woman. The idea had seemed promising to lend the prince a hand when it came to wardrobe, but the book was so cliché and syrupy, she just could not read any further.
Vegeta was never meant to be the male lead of anything, she thought. She knew he had normal emotions, but the scale mostly stayed towards the angry and determined side. In fact, she was certain the side of compassion and love had caked over with layers of dust from never being used. But those emotions were there, it would simply take a miracle to bring them out. As a character in a romance novel, he just wasn't fit for the part. Still, she liked to dream.
She looked over at her clock and saw it was past eleven. If she wanted, she could start another book, but sleep sounded a better idea. A soft thud sounded as she knocked a pile of books over as she stood from her chair. With a quick stretch and a quick change into her nightgown, she was ready to sleep.
After the events of the day, he had tried to carefully avoid any unnecessary contact with that woman. She nearly burnt his dinner and afterward had smelled heavily of arousal. Perhaps he should be glad the woman enjoyed cooking for him so much, but he doubted that was the reason for her excitement. No, she was just a bitch in heat that would torment his senses for the next week or so until her cycle ended and she began bleeding once more. By that time, her parents would have returned and he could more easily avoid her scents.
He did wonder, though, why his mind had wandered twice in one day to the idea of dominating that woman. She was rather attractive. He remembered the first time he saw her: It was on the Planet Namek and she possessed one of the dragonballs he sought. Had he been conquering the planet instead of searching for immortality, he might have taken advantage of the sumptuous meal that was her body. But he had priorities. Now that his list of priorities was somewhat shorter, perhaps the desire to fornicate had raised a few levels in his brain. And teaching her respect for His Highness was not an unpleasant notion either.
No, he rationed, it must be because he could not train so heavily for these past two days. The pent up energy that would have been released by now was still present and it was looking for alternative ways to use it. Whatever the case, it would not last much longer, and it was simply another nuisance for him to overcome.
He turned over in his bed and took in a deep breath, but he almost forgot to release. The scent was present, if ever so faint. A tingling sensation pulled at his member and the tissue began to harden. He attempted to turn over and face away from the offending odor, but now that he had smelled it the scent would not leave. His body reacted and sent a hand to grasp the engorged organ, but he stayed it from moving. That woman caused this, now she will remedy it.
She sat up and held her face between her palms. So, no dice on the romance novels, but her dreams played up Vegeta very nicely. Her mind had paid no attention to his outfit, but it captured the delicate details of how he teased each sensitive area of her body and had shown her the most mind-blowing sexual experience she had ever known. It dawned on her why her dreams had been so explicit lately.
Ever since breaking up with Yamcha, she had discontinued taking her oral contraceptive. At the time, she decided to swear off men until the perfect guy came along. One of the less attractive side-effects of oral contraceptives was a decreased libido. Now, she had never had sex without the contraceptive, so she figured the most it did to her libido was mildly dull a few aspects. Little did she know those few aspects turned out to be the orgasm of a lifetime. Or so she assumed. Doing herself solo had definitely increased in its pleasure over the past few months, but she did it so rarely that she attributed the infrequency of the act to be the reason for the increased pleasure. Well, she could now rule that out.
As it was at the moment, she was slick and ready to be taken with no one to help her out. Playing DJ was an option, but if she tried anything the bloodhound of a prince might find out, and she would be listening to his condescension for the next three hours. She slipped slowly out of bed, threw on a pair of thick sweatpants, and ran to the bathroom. There, she gave herself a quick, cold sponge bath to remove whatever scent might be there, and went back to her bedroom. Now the prince would never know.
Except he was standing at the foot of her bed when she returned.
"Washing yourself to hide the scent does not work so well if you leave your bed sheets open to the air." He was not smiling, but she heard a bite of amusement in his voice. Her face reddened.
"Ugh, just leave. I'm tired and I don't have time to deal with you. Accept that I'm female and go away." The problem was, with Vegeta standing so regally and solid, her hormones were going into overdrive. Sexy male, must fuck, was what her primitive brain was telling her. And her higher functions were struggling to argue.
He took a step closer to her. "I am not convinced you want me to leave. You say you want me to leave, but your body is tightening every second I remain." He moved closer. She could not think of a good argument for him to leave. Backing up would have been her prime alternative, but that only worked for two steps until she hit the wall. Finally, he reached her and placed his hands on the wall at either side of her head. "If you really have no desire for me, just say so and I will leave." He was grinning, and she could not bring herself to form words. The bastard knew she would not reply, and he was reveling in that fact.
"Very well then." She was not sure what shocked her more: the delicate way he removed her clothing, or the gentle movements of his hands upon her flesh. He boxed her in between himself and the wall, a free hand now making its way across her breasts. It was warm, warmer than a human would be, and slow in its movement. The flesh was calloused, but he moved very softly and caused her no discomfort. Who would have thought a hot-blooded Saiyan prince could be gentle? Just as the thought crossed her mind, he took a nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
"Ah!" The exclamation had left her involuntarily. Each stroke sent a jolt of pleasure to her core, moistening the area to the point of gushing. He continued his ministrations until her knees were buckling. Releasing her nipple, he gave her a pleased look.
"Too much for you, is it?" All she could manage was a small nod. The next thing she knew she was laying on her bed, the prince sitting perpendicular to her torso. He bent to the other breast and covered it with his mouth. Again, an involuntary exclamation of pleasure left her lips. Yamcha had never been this good. This was like a slow symphony that was building up to something incredible, and Vegeta was the maestro.
As he suckled her breast, one hand played with the weight of the unattended breast and the other hand meandered down her stomach. When his fingers touched the wet entrance of her core, a slight twinge of embarrassment went through her. She was bare and open to him. It felt a betrayal to herself to let him have such intimate knowledge of her, but the moment of embarrassment passed as he played with the center of her core.
Her hips bucked and her moans became louder and more demanding. The prince removed himself from her breasts and gave her a knowing smirk: she imagined this was the way he looked when he was about to conquer a foe. And then he plunged his fingers into her slick core. The noise she made surprised herself, and it did not stop as he stroked deeper and faster; in fact, the noise only intensified. Each stroke was like a precisely calculated move to elicit the most pleasure from every movement. As he sped, she had to grip the covers to keep from screaming, but that was too little, too late.
The pressure built up deep inside her and threatened to spill forth any moment. She knew he could feel her tighten, and hoped beyond hope that he would not leave her at the edge without guiding her over it. As she reached the plateau, was looking over the edge, he pushed her through and caused her to scream.
Yes, scream. It was intensely satisfying to have her squirming beneath his grasp and screaming from his actions. He had thought of leaving her from her release, but then she might be severely less-inclined to reciprocate. That was the whole reason for giving her pleasure. He knew well and good that asking for a sexual favor from that woman would have ended with her laughing at him and telling him to do something obscene to himself. This way, she had no choice but to comply. And her screams did very good things for his arousal.
As she came down from her high, he stood from the bed and removed his undergarment. She looked at him wide-eyed, not sure what to think, but a gentle push of her head to his member told her everything. For a moment, he thought she might refuse, but then she opened her lips for him and took his length inside. She was very warm. For a few strokes, she used her mouth alone and moistened the shaft for further use. Soon, though, her hand joined her mouth and slipped up and down, stroking his length as her tongue caressed his head. Had he been a weaker man, he might have let a sound of pleasure escape from him, but he was not a weaker man. Though, she was making it difficult for him.
Lying belly-down on the bed, her elbows propping her up, seemed an advantageous, though strenuous, position. Her free hand reached under to play at the underside of his testes, and that alone nearly brought him to his knees. How audacious! No woman he had bedded had ever touched him there without permission. It was a very sensitive bit of anatomy, but this woman seemed to realize this. The pleasure of each stroke of her hand and mouth was only heightened by the soft caress below. He placed one hand on the back of her head to have something to steady himself. Her soft, blue hair tangled beneath his fingers as she quickened her pace. As his release came nearer, he had to struggle to keep a soft grasp on her head. She was very talented, would have made a fortune as a whore.
He could no longer hold out, and held the woman's head still as he spilled his seed within her. As a moment of weakness, a barely audible groan of pleasure left him.
His seed was very hot, like a steaming cup of tea. Yes, Saiyans definitely had higher body temperatures than humans. She had little choice but to take it all since he held her head from moving, but it was easier to clean up this way. Finally releasing her head, she licked the tip for any residual seed and then stood to rid her mouth of the odd-tasting liquid. She dashed to the bathroom and spit it into the washbasin. After rinsing her mouth with water, she took a step back to look at her naked body. Love bites lay scattered about her breasts. It was fortunate he had not touched her above them, otherwise her fashion choices would be limited to some very conspicuous turtlenecks.
Returning to her room, she noticed the prince had gone. What should she have expected? He had come to get his release, and now that he was finished he had no further need to stick around. And then she wanted to kick herself.
She was being so analytical about the whole situation that it took awhile for it to dawn on her that she and Vegeta had just shared a sexual experience, and this time it was no dream. Her stomach sank a little. Things were about to get very awkward around here.
A/N: Thank you for reading. Please review: it really gets me motivated. The next chapter may or may not be up within the next week. I have been coming down with a cold and have had quite a bit of schoolwork piled upon me. But, it will definitely be up within no later than two weeks. Things are starting to heat up, so I don't want you to have to wait too long. Thanks again.