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Changing Rooms	By : Debbie Category: Dragon Ball Z > General Views: 3985 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: I don't own the DBZ gang, a rich Japanese man does. :)

Warnings: PWP, Lemon, language

Rating: NC 17

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Summary: Bulma's birthday is approaching and Vegeta is conned into taking her shopping. All isn't too bad until Bulma goes into a lingerie store.
"Changing Rooms"
January 200ebs-ebs-dragon

Vegeta sighed again and folded his arms across his chest, the sullen expression on his face letting everyone around him know just how pissed off he was. Consequently most people gave him a wide berth. He glared angrily at a young child that happened to look at him and wondered for the sixth time how the hell he had gotten himself into this. The child ran off sniffling to find its mother and Vegeta growled softly. If he remembered correctly he had been manipulated somehow into taking Bulma to the mall.

Bulma's birthday was rapidly approaching and Vegeta, in a rash moment of generosity, had told her she could pick out some new clothes for herself and he would pick up the bill. He'd also found himself coerced into accompanying the woman, more to make sure that she d't g't go overboard with his credit card.

He was regretting his offer now.

This was the fifth store they had been in and still no sign of the woman finding what she wanted. Vegeta ruefully remembered why he always found an excuse to avoid going shopping with her.

"There isn't really anything I want in here, Vegeta," Bulma said as she reappeared from the ladies wear section.

"Why does that not surprise me," Vegeta growled as he pushed off the wall he had been holding up.

Bulma gave him a sweet smile and ran her finger down his impressive biceps. "I promise not to be too much longer, there are a couple of other stores I would like to visit though." The smile changed to one of seduction. "I'm sure I can find a way to make it up to you later," she purred.

Vegeta felt his pulse quicken and breath hitch. God how she could affect him. "I want to go home," he stated flatly.

"We will, Vegeta, honey, soon. Let me just see what these two stores have and then we can go... promise." She licked her lips as if to confirm her earlier statement.

Vegeta groaned inwardly. The woman certainly knew how to get his hormones racing. He was glad he didn't wear his spandex anymore... well only for battle. The effect that this creature had on him would be way too conspicuous in such body molding garments. Much better he wore the usual human garb of loose pants and shirt when not training or fighting. He followed her out of the store and into the next one.

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"I am not going into there." Vegeta baulked at the entrance to the store.

"But, Vegeta, it's only a lingerie shop, plenty of men go into them."

"No way." Vegeta set his jaw stubbornly.

Bulma cajoled, wheedled and eventually got her way. She knew just how to manipulate the Saiya-jin prince and applied her charms in full force.

Vegeta didn't stand a chance.

Reluctantly he was dragged into the store, trying to control the blush that wanted to invade his cheeks as he gazed around at the racks of skimpy women's apparel. Shit! Did the female species really wear some of this stuff?!

Vegeta found himself getting an education and a half as his eyes nearly fell out of his head. Some of the outfits were seriously lacking in the material department, others were just all lacy stuff and some he didn't even want to think about. He tried to slink his way through to a corner and make himself inconspicuous.

That wasn't going to be easy. His thick, black spiky hair made him stand out like an oasis in a desert. He slumped against the wall and did his best to look bored, aiming his best glare at anyone that came too close.

Bulma proceeded to move through the stortopptopping at racks and picking up items, studying them only to return them to their place and pick up something else.

Vegeta watched her from the corner of his eye. Some of the things she picked up were just plain ridiculous and yet others... Vegeta swallowed as he felt the familiar stirring in his lower regions. That slinky black teddy that Bulma had draped over her arm... Vegeta could imagine what the woman would look like in *that*. He growled softly to himself. If he still had his tail it would be swinging from side to side, showing his aggravation.

Bulma continued in her exploration of the shops contents, draping another three garments over her arm before walking over to where Vegeta was standing. She gave the Saiya-jin a sweet smile and raised the latest addition to her growing pile in front of her. "How do you think this will look?" she asked, coyly batting her eyelashes. It was fun to tease the prince.

Vegeta's heart began tund;und; there wasn't much to the outfit, a slinky red lacy bra and similar flimsy pants. "I think it would look positively indecent!" he snapped. He didn't appreciate the teasing.

Bulma pouted. "What about this one?" The garment she held up was sheer; the light spilling through the pale white material that was so fine Vegeta swore that if you were to breath on it, it would melt.

He turned away.

Bulma smiled. "I'm just going to go and try a couple on. I won' lon long." She turned and went to walk off in the direction of the change rooms and then paused. "Would you mind coming with me? It will probably be a little quieter in there and you won't be in the limelight so much."

Vegeta wasn't too sure about that. He really didn't want to be waiting inside the females changing area but on the other hand he really didn't want to be waiting out here either. He pulled a compromise. He walked over and waited just outside the open doorway that led to the change rooms. "I'll wait here," he gruffed.

"Suit yourself," Bulma said and flounced along the short corridor that had the small cubicles opening off each side. She went right to the very end and entered one, closing the door behind her.

Vegeta slumped against the entryway, folding his arms once more across his chest. The change room attendant smiled at him and was about to make a comment but Vegeta turned his black eyes in her direction, the fire that was contained within them warning her that to speak was not a good idea. The attendant closed her mouth and thought that now was probably a good time to go and price some stock or rearrange racks or something equally as interesting, anything to get away from the sour looking man that hovered in the doorway. Keeping her eyes fixed firmly on the man she inched her way past him and fled into the store.

Vegeta smirked. Females, they were so easy to intimidate.

Bulma slipped out of her dress and reached for the first garment to try on. Pulling the lace corset up and over her hips she wriggled it into place, managing with some difficulty to fasten it at the back. She faced the mirror and turned from side to side, admiring the fit of the garment. Feeling happy with the look and feel of it she removed it and reached for the next one.

Vegeta waited patiently, patience was not a trait thame ame easily to him and it wasn't long before he found himself fidgeting. What was taking the woman so long? Surely she should be finished by now? The garments she had taken in to try on, from what Vegeta could see of them, there wasn't too much to them by way of fabric so in his mind it shouldn't take much time at all to see if they fitted or not.

Becoming increasingly bored by the second, Vegeta decided to see what was taking Bulma so long. He stepped into the change rooms and walked down the corridor, heading for the cubicle he had seen Bulma disappear into.

Bulma had tried all but one of the garments on and was now slipping into the last one. It was the black, lace teddy that Vegeta had ogled earlier, not that Bulma was aware of the prince's interest in the item. She adjusted the straps and tugged lightly at the fabric, settling it into her curves. Smoothing her palms over the satiny cloth she turned to admire the fit in the mirror.

The garment was sheer but not overly so, the lace along the bodice giving the merest hints of the delights that lay below. The cut of the fabric was such that it lay against her body, enhancing her curves and showing off her best assets. The satin whispered against her skin, heightening her sense of touch and feel, definitely a plus in Bulma's opinion. While designed mainly to entice the male of the species it certainly assisted in the arousal of the female as well. Bulma smiled to herself, this one was definitely going to be a keeper. She was about to remove the garment and get dressed when the door to the cubicle opened and she was faced with an irate Saiya-jin. The look of irritation however was quickly replaced with something else....

Desire.

Vegeta arrived at his destination and paused. He could hear Bulma inside, smell her scent and so he reached for the small doorknob and twisted it, pushing the door open as he did so. He stuck his head inside, annoyed at having been made to wait so long and determined to make the fact known. He stopped dead in his tracks though. Bulma spun to face him and his eyes raked hungrily over her scantily clad body. The irritation that had been in his coal black depths disappeared as the fire of passion and desire took over.

She was wearing that black lacy teddy he'd been admiring before.

His eyes adored the view, his mouth positively drooled and his groin swelled in appreciation.

"Vegeta!" Bulma hissed. "What the hell are you doing in here? This is the ladies change rooms, you're not allowed in here."

Vegeta smirked and licked his lips. "I came to see what was taking you so long."

"Well I'm nearly done, you can go out now. I'll be finished in just a moment."

"Hmmm... I don't know about that. You look ready enough to me."

"Vegeta!" Bulma squeaked as the prince pushed further into the small cubicle. "Get out of here, you'll get us both arrested."

"No." Vegeta replied and entered the cubicle fully, closing the door behind him. "You have dragged me from shop to shop, put me through hell waiting for you while you try to decide what it is you want. Now you're torturing me with all these flimsy garments..."

"I told you I would make it up to you when we got home." Bulma was backing into the corner, she wasn't too sure about the predatory glint in the Saiya-jin's eyes.

"I can't wait until we get home." Vegeta closed the gap. His body was humming, the fire racing through his blood. The sight of the woman in the garment had turned him on so much that his manhood was hammering against his pants, wanting to be free and satisfied and Vegeta wasn't about to deny his pleasure any longer.

"But, Vegeta..." Bulma protested weakly. She was against the wall with nowhere to go and Vegeta was closing in fast. His hand found its way to her breast and she moaned. She couldn't deny that she wanted him, but here? She tried one last protest. "Vegeta, we can't... the other customers..."

"There aren't any other customers and the sales lady is out in the store. She won't disturb us." Vegeta closed the last of the gap that remained and crushed his lips to Bulma's. Her lips met his and he thrust his tongue forwards, pressing between her lips and seeking entry to her mouth. Permission was granted and his tongue swept inside to investigate the heated cavern. His tongue wandered over enamel and gums, stroking over soft palette, teasing as he explored Bulma's mouth. Their tongues tangled and danced briefly before Vegeta pulled away and began to rain kisses along the creamy flesh of Bulma's throat.

Bulma surrendered to the inevitable, her body trembling as the prince's tongue and lips worked over her skin. She moaned softly as he found her particularly sensitive spot below her ear and nibbled at it. Her arms wound around his neck pulling him closer to her, seeking more of his touch.

Vegeta's hands worked their way over Bulma's ribs to pause at her breasts. Cupping them both he began to massage them, squeezing the mounds gently and drawing forth soft cries of pleasure from her throat. His thumbs found the stiffening nipples beneath the lace and he rubbed his thumbs across them, dragging the fabric with them.

The feel of the rough lace as it rubbed over her sensitive nipples sent Bulma's need for the prince to greater heights. She forgot that they were in a change room cubicle, forgot that they were in public, forgot that they could be caught and in deep trouble. Bulma forgot everything other than the touch her prince was giving her and the mounting need to feel him inside. She pushed her hips against his and smiled when she felt the hardness pressing firmly against her thigh in reply.

Vegeta continued to worship one breast with is hand, the other one traveling over the satin to Bulma's hip where it paused for a moment. A finger traced the lace line of the teddy and pulled experimentally on the fabric. Pleased that there was enough slack in the leg section, Vegeta slipped his finger underneath to trace in-between Bulma's legs. Unfortunately there wasn't enough slack to allow him to get his hand completely inside and plunge his fingers deep into her body.

Sensing the Prince's frustration Bulma pulled back a little. "The tie is on the front," she whispered in his ear.

Vegeta nodded in reply and removed his hand from her leg, raising it up and locating the tie where Bulma said it would be. He tugged at the one end and the knot loosened, the top of the teddy parting and allowing him to open the garment to get his hand inside. He pushed at the fabric, forcing it to open completely down the front and slid his hand over the trembling muscles of her stomach and through her damp curls. His fingers disappeared between her warm, moist folds and he began to stroke, teasing her body to full arousal.

Bulma panted and writhed, her hips jerking as she tried to draw Vegeta's fingers inside. She needed him and needed him now! One hand dropped from his shoulder to rub against the prominent bulge in his pants, delighting with thean san she pulled from his throat. She kissed him feverishly while fumbling with the button and zipper. Managing at last to get her fingers to cooperate she lowered the zipper and slipped the button through the small hole, the cloth immediately parting and her hand dived inside to seek her prize. Vegeta's manhood was poking through the flap of his boxers, swollen and leaking his desire. She swiped her thumb across the head, spreading the pearly droplet and causing Vegeta to buck with the touch.

"Ahhh..." Vegeta moaned as Bulma found his need and began to toy with it.

She smirked to herself wondering what their friends would think of the almighty, arrogant Prince now. He was moaning her name and she literally had him in the palm of her hand. Wrapping her long fingers around his shaft she pushed him back inside his boxers, released her hold and then pulled the elastic waist of the boxers down, freeing him completely to her touch. Her hand slipped beneath the root and cupped his sac, rolling his swollen testicles in her hand and wringing more cries of pleasure from his vocal chords.

Vegeta was rapidly losing his sanity. Bulma's teasing touches to his flesh sending his system into overdrive as sensation skittered across nerves and ignited his passion to boiling point. Roughly he dipped between her legs again, sneering as he found her wetness and sliding two fingers inside. She was hot, wet and all ready for him. He thrust his fingers in and out, teasing her relentlessly, just like she was teasing him. The thrust of his fingers matching the thrust of his hips as he pushed himself into the warm tunnel of her hand that currently held his arousal prisoner.

"Ohhh... Vegeta. I need you, want you....� Bulma moaned. "Please...."

Vegeta snickered, removed his fingers from her moistness, and pulled her hand from around his length. "You want me, woman?"

Bulma just whimpered, unable to locate her vocal skills.

Vegeta lifted her up, his hands firm around her waist as he brought her to his hips. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, her arms hooking around his neck as she felt the tip of his manhood nudging against her entrance. Lifting Bulma a little higher Vegeta positioned her over his need and lowered her down. His tip pressed against her warmth, seeking the entrance to paradise; and finding it, slid inside.

He groaned as his erection was swallowed by her greedy body, the soft velvet of her walls caressing every inch of his aching need. It was heaven, it was hell and Vegeta surrendered to it gratefully. Pushing himself inside her compliant body until he was seated to the hilt he willed his col tol to come back to him, biting his lip in an effort to stop himself from shooting his load too early.

Bulma moaned her pleasure as Vegeta sank into her. He was hot, thick, hard and big, everything her body demanded and more. He fit inside like he had been made to order and his skills at taking her to heights never before known had spoilt her. No one else was good enough, not after having had Vegeta make love to her. She squeezed her inner muscles around his shaft, savoring the sensation of his manhood deep inside and craving for him to move.

Bulma's inner walls rippled against his length, massaging him from tip to root and he moaned his enjoyment. He'd bedded several females in his time but none had compared to this creature. Her absolute devotion to enjoying the act, her warm, moist and always willing body, her talented mouth and hands.... Bulma certainly knew how to please and pleasure him, so much so that he had decided to take her as his mate. He had no intentions of sharing her talents with anyone else. With a subtle shift of his hips he gathered his control and began to move.

"Ahhh...." Bulma cried softly as the shaft began to retreat from her insides, moments later it returned, hard. "More... please more..." she panted.

Vegeta gave a wicked grin. He knew just how to tease her and intended to pay her back for the torment she had put him through. He withdrew again, stopping when only the head of his penis remained inside. She squirmed in his arms, manipulating her muscles, trying to pull him back inside but Vegeta wouldn't have it. He began to thrust his hips, shallow nudges that only allowed the tip to push inside and out again, the strength of the muscle at her entrance as it slid over the crown and back again, teasing him just as much as her.

"Vegeta!" Bulma growled and tried to move her own hips.

He gave an evil chuckle. "Yes, Bulma?"

"Don't tease me. I need all of you inside," she panted.

With an upward surge of his hips Vegeta thrust himself as deep as he could get. "That better?"

"Mmmm.... more..."

Vegeta decided that the time for teasing was over, his manhood ached, his sac was heavy with his seed and his body screamed at him for release. He began to pound into the woman that had captivated him and drove him nuts with desire with a simple look in his direction. His hips pistoned, his hands holding her hips hard enough to bruise while her legs tightened around his waist, urging him on.

"That's it, Vegeta. Give it to me..."

Vegeta buried his head in the crook of her shoulder, sweat ran down his back as his pelvis continued to grind upwards. He grunted as pleasure sang along nerves to lodge in his slowly melting brain.

Bulma was close, she could feel her orgasm rising, the friction of his lower belly against her driving her need higher and higher. She began to squirm, seeking more stimulation to her pleasure center, anything to end the torment and send her over the edge to oblivion.

The sales woman paused in her rearrangif thf the night attire, cocking her head in the direction of the changing rooms. She could have sworn she heard moaning. She began to inch her way back towards the cubicles.

Vegeta was slamming himself into Bulma, uncaring of the noise they made. His climax was closing in on him, the familiar fire in his gut building in strength until it would burst free. Bulma's soft pants and pleading encouraging him in his climb to the apex. He could feel she was close and so shifted one hand from her hip, the other one easily supporting her weight and dipped between their bodies to rub his fingers against her sweet spot.

Bulma cried out and threw her head back as a new wave of sensation crashed over her and swept all logical thought out the window. She was a slave to her body�s needs and wants and right now it demanded release. The encouraging touch of Vegeta's fingers combined with the powerful thrusts into her body built the tide of pleasure to the point of no return. With a keening cry the waves of orgasm crashed over her, washing away all conscious thought and leaving her swimming in a sea of pure bliss.

As Bulma came, so her inner walls tightened their hold on the Prince's shaft, rippling in spasms as she rode her pleasure. The effect on Vegeta was electric. His manhood twitched as he strove to bury all of himself inside her, straining for his own end. As Bulma began to come down from her high, so Vegeta reached his. The heat in his gut exploded, the liquid fire tore through him and along his shaft, spurting out from the small slit to bury itself deep inside her hungry channel, her muscles convulsing around him as his shaft twitched, milking every fro from his body and sucking it into her own.

Vegeta slumped forwards, pushing Bulma's back against the wooden panel that separated the cubicle from the next, unable to support himself. His chest heaved as he tried to suck oxygen back into his depraved lungs. His heart hammered in his chest as the last of the pleasure coursed through him.

"That was..." Bulma panted.

"I agree..."

"I think we should..."

"Might be best..."

Bulma unhooked her legs from around Vegeta's waist and dropped them to the floor, his softened member sliding from within her body as she took her weight on still shaky limbs. Quickly she reached for her own clothes, looking at the state of the black lace teddy as she removed it and snickering to herself.

"Is everything all right in there?" The sales woman stuck her head around the door frame that led into the change rooms.

"Err... yes. Everything is fine, thank you."

"If you need any help just call me, okay?"

"I think I have all the help I need, thanks." Bulma was doing her best to hold her laughter.

Vegeta quickly tucked himself back inside his boxers and zipped up his pants. He ran a hand through his unruly black hair; the mess just sprang back as soon as his hand left it.

Bulma managed to get her clothes on and picked up the items she had been trying on. Smoothing her dress and tidying herself up as best she could she reached for the door handle.

Vegeta stopped her before she was able to leave though. "Buy the black one," he said in his cold monotone.

"I think I will have to, it's kind of used now," Bulma smirked.

Vegeta stood to the side and let Bulma exit; he followed a couple of paces behind.

"Find anything you like?" the sales woman asked nervously. She had watched the pair come out from the change rooms looking a little flushed.

"I'll take the black teddy, thank you. Oh, and can I order another six to be delivered?"

"Certainly ma'am. Would you like me to wrap that one for you?"

Vegeta stood behind Bulma and ran a hand up the back of her leg.

"No, thank you. I think I will wear it home."

~ Fin ~
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