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Not the Last Time	By : debbiechan Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female Views: 2120 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Not the Last Time
by debbiechan

Description: NC-17 but not your ordinary PWP. Do Vegeta and Bulma have earth-shattering sex every single time? What happens when Vegeta fails to rise to the occasion?
Disclaimer: I don�t even want to own Dbz; I couldn�t handle the responsibility.
A/N: This one-shot was inspired by the "Vegeta in Bed" thread here at the Salon: http://s8.invisionfree.com/Dbz_Fanfic_Salon/index.php?showtopic=2391&st=0
Thanks to LisaB, my beta, and to Dharmaserenity who gave me the, er, motif.

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"I will never battle again."--Vegeta after the defeat of Cell, episode 192.

"You were in the Gravity Room for three straight hours today." Bulma swept her hand across Vegeta�s shoulder and forked her fingers into his hair. "You seem more�." She breathed the words, smiling into his ear. "I don�t know � You seem more like your old self lately."
Of course, Bulma could not rightly say what Vegeta�s "old self" was. A homicidal maniac had come to Earth six years ago. The Vegeta who had been living with her at Capsule Corporation in the year since Cell�s defeat was moving through a quiet transformation. All Bulma knew was that Vegeta had been depressed for a year, and now he seemed less depressed.
"I was gauging gravity levels for Trunks," Vegeta explained. His fingers caught a tiny metal clasp between her shoulderblades and went gliding down the length of her spine, unzipping her dress. "I�m taking him in there tomorrow."
"Are you sure? He�s only two years old."
"The boy is Saiyan."
The small sleeveless shift Bulma was wearing fell away, and Vegeta unsnapped the back of her bra. The white fabric dropped into her lap.
"Alright, I trust you." Bulma sighed as Vegeta�s palms covered her breasts. "But remind me to engage the cams before you go in; I want some footage of our son�s first time in the Gravity Room."
Vegeta nudged his face against her shoulder. There had been a languorous quality to his lovemaking recently. Maybe a sign that the post-Cell trauma was lifting? Bulma knew that a depressed Vegeta was frantic, voracious lover. He hadn�t entered the Gravity Room for months after Cell�s defeat and had only exerted his physicality with her. Not that Bulma had at all minded being the main distraction from whatever was bugging him this past year.
He had lurked around Capsule Corporation--one day eating all the apples and pears in Mama�s new orchard and one week digging through ancient books in Papa�s library and always waiting for Bulma to have a free moment. Only in her lab or in Trunks� room had Bulma been safe. One time (and here the memory made her smile) she had found him outside reading a book in a (fruitless) pear tree. He had seen her and immediately flown down to tackle her right there in the bright outdoors.
The passionate Vegeta wasn�t gone now, but ever since the Saiyan had started training again, Bulma was able to take a shower alone every now and then.
He kissed her the hollow above her clavicle.
She smoothed her hand across his wide forehead.
His fingers brushed delicately over her nipples.
Bulma liked this slower paced, more comfortable Vegeta too. She ventured a question: "Did you ever make love so expertly to anyone before me?"
He didn�t answer. He never answered that question. He was sucking lightly at the crook of her arm. The feeling of being nipped there while his hand roamed, fingers spread wide, in such an easy, random way over her torso made Bulma not want to talk anymore. But she had the notion that maybe he might open up to her tonight.
"I never imagined anyone could make me feel like this," she said. "Whoever had you before was--" Her breath hitched as Vegeta�s hand brushed the hair between her legs. "lucky."
Vegeta�s mouth was trailing down her arm. "You smell like doughnuts."
Bulma laughed. That Saiyan nose of his! "I was in a new pastry shop today with Mama. I took a bath, though."
"I know." Vegeta inhaled at her wrist. "Strawberry shampoo." He pushed her onto her back and buried his nose in her hair. "I like the doughnut smell better. You should invent a shampoo that smells like doughnuts."
Her hands caressed the back of his neck, played with the short soft spikes there. "Tell me, Vegeta. Was it ever like this with you and anyone else? You said there were whores. Did you touch them like this?"
His breath was hot against her forehead. She had a feeling he was going to answer this time, and he did.
He raised himself on his elbows and looked at her. "No," he said simply. "I never wanted to touch anyone like this."
"Oh Vegeta!" She threw her arms around him. "I knew it!"
He didn�t like this demonstration of ardent girlishness and pulled her arms away. "Save the applause for after I�m done with you."
They kissed for a while. The mood seemed so leisurely that Bulma was inspired to ask another question.
"So� what did you think about when you jacked off?"
"What?"
"Fantasies. What were your fantasies when you masturbated?"
"Killing Frieza," he said and tongued her ear.
She didn�t believe him. "When you were just a boy and doing it for the first time--did you think about any one particular � female?"
"I don�t remember." He tugged her earlobe with his lips and began to tweak a nipple with his fingertips. "What did you think about, Bulma?"
Bulma was smiling as soft waves of delight began to roll over her. "I don�t believe it for a second that you don�t remember, Vegeta! I remember the very time I touched myself. I was thinking about some guy in a book. He was handsome. Maybe he was a prince." She shuddered as Vegeta moved his mouth to replace his fingers at her breast. His mouth was always so hot.
"Touch yourself," he commanded.
Her hand needed to maneuver under the hot torso pressing against her own. She found her already wet mound and began to rub in tiny circles. "I thought about boys all the time," she whispered. Her knuckles bumped his chest as her fingers rubbed. "Boys on the television, boys singing songs on the radio. I didn�t even know what a kiss was like. I was so stupid. I thought it might taste something like a strawberry."
Usually Vegeta didn�t like her talking in bed. This little scenario was new and intriguing, so Bulma--quickly losing the ability to form coherent thoughts as Vegeta sucked on her breast--tried to think of something else to say.
"I thought about baseball players. I thought about guys who smoked and if their kisses would taste like menthol." Bulma giggled softly. "I even thought about Son-kun."
She was still giggling over Son-kun when Vegeta stopped his ministrations and brought his face up to hers.
Uh oh.

Something was really wrong. His eyes, which she expected to be blazing with possessiveness (like they did whenever she so casually mentioned her past relationship with Yamcha), were wide with surprise. The muscles in his face were slack. And that�s not all that was slack. His arousal, which had been pressing against her thigh, was relaxing its urgency.
Her knee went up, trying to feel for it. Vegeta had never lost it in bed with her before. Was he even aware that he�d gone soft on her? His face still looked too dazed.
He finally managed a single word: "Kakkarot?"
It was too late to pretend she had been joking.
"I was very young, Vegeta." Panic rose in her throat; words began to sputter out. "The adolescent brain is just obsessed with sex. I mean, it�s not that I�m not obsessed with sex now--because you�re such a wonderful lover and everything. It�s just that when girls are young and stupid, we like to--"
"You said there was no else before me except the Yamcha creature."
"There wasn�t!" She was offended. "You know I wouldn�t lie to you! Great Kami, Vegeta, you didn�t actually think I�d slept with those boys? All I said was I thought about them."
He was searching her eyes. This was no time to be defensive over any misperceptions over her virtue and honor. Vegeta looked so wounded and confused.
"Kakkarot," he said. "You--?"
Vegeta could not even formulate the question in his mouth, but Bulma knew what he meant. She took a deep breath and tried to explain herself. "Look, Vegeta, it�s not like I was pursuing Son in any way. I just had a few fantasies about him, that�s all. A young girl tries on just about everyone in her mind as a potential lover."
He looked skeptical. "Really? Did you have fantasies about the old turtle hermit?"
"Don�t be ridiculous." Bulma rolled her eyes. "Roshi�s a disgusting old man. But Son-kun was handsome and strong." She wondered if she was digging herself in deeper. "I--well, I hadn�t seen him in years when he showed up for the 23^rd Budokai, and it was something of a shock to see him all grown up."
Vegeta was looking at her intently. Surely he had to have known that she had a sexual imagination before the Prince of Saiyans swept all other possible partners out of the arena! She put her hand against his cheek--ordinarily he would�ve flinched at such a gesture of comfort. He didn�t seem to feel it.
"How long?" Vegeta asked.
"What?"
"How long did you fantasize about Kakkarot?"
"Oh, I don�t even think you could rightfully call them fantasies. I think when I first saw him that day of the Budokai, I wondered if he might kiss me or something. I was just a girl. It was exciting to watch him fight, but then he ended up getting engaged to Chi Chi right during the tournament and so much happened after that--"
"I asked you how long? A year? Two years? How many times? Once a day? Once a week?"
"Oh my goodness, I don�t remember, but I�m sure it wasn�t even a half dozen times total." Bulma could not believe how jealous Vegeta seemed! "I mean, Son-kun was good-looking, but every time he opened his mouth to talk--" Bulma snorted a laugh. "Not exactly the most intriguing person, you know!"
Vegeta had to smirk at that remark. "Kakkarot was an idiot," he concurred.
"That�s no way to talk of the dead," Bulma whispered, and--thinking the discussion was over--she leaned into Vegeta�s face to kiss him.
He turned his face. Her lips caught him on the jaw. He didn�t smear himself into her body the way he would whenever she kissed him.
"What�s the matter, Vegeta?"
He raised himself to a kneeling position. His hands were flat on his thighs. His face looked drained--the way it had the day of Cell�s defeat and Goku�s death.
"Vegeta?"
He would not meet her eyes. The fact that he was nude while looking that mournful made Bulma�s heart clench. She had never seen him look more vulnerable.
He�s freaking out about the same old thing�that he never had the chance to fight Son-kun.

And her usual answer to all Vegeta angst would not work now because Vegeta was not interested in sex. The limp member against his leg advertised that fact.
Well, this is a first.

Bulma lay still, unsure if she should reach for him. If she tried to arouse him and failed, that would only make things worse.
She was still considering what her next move should be when he surprised her by speaking first.
"According to you and all your friends, Kakkarot was the greatest warrior this planet had ever seen." He raised his eyes and stared at the headboard of the bed. "When he died what your people called a hero�s death, you wept and wept for him. You�ve never made a secret of your admiration and your--" he hesitated at the word. "love for him. And so now you are telling me that, given the opportunity, you would have taken him into your bed?"
"That�s not what I said at all!"
One stupid remark about Vegeta�s greatest fighting rival! Bulma wanted to punch herself for having made it, but it was impossible to rewind the scene. Even now, although Son Goku was dead and was--by all accounts--going to stay that way, Vegeta was still obsessed with him.
"Listen to me, Vegeta. You can�t keep fighting this Kakkarot thing you�ve got stuck in your head. It�s not a competition. You�re not training Trunks just so he can beat up Son Gohan one day, are you?"
Vegeta blinked at the headboard. There was a resigned expression on his face that worried Bulma, even as it infuriated her.
"You�re a moron, you know that, Vegeta? Do you really need me to tell you that if some Super Saiyan a million times stronger and a million times less moronic than you--OR Son-kun for that matter--came to me and pledged his undying Ultra-Super Saiyan love at my feet that I would never, ever walk away from you? You�re my hero, Vegeta. I heard about how you shot that last blast that helped Gohan defeat Cell. I know that you made the choice to save the world you once wanted to destroy. I know that you made the choice to stay here, with me and your son." Bulma swallowed, trying not to get carried away with herself. Tears had started to form in her throat. "And there�s no doubt in my mind that you�re the best lover in the galaxy."
Vegeta�s face startled slightly at that remark. Figures, thought Bulma. Was he even listening to me?

"And I don�t only want to make love with you, Vegeta. I want to be your friend, your partner, the one who shares all your disappointments."
The last words jolted him. Vegeta turned to look at Bulma�s face, trailed his eyes down her nakedness, seemed to notice the bedsheets and pillows and remember where he was.
"No," he said softly. Bulma had no idea what he was talking about until he leaned forward and grabbed each of her thighs with firm hands. "No, Bulma, I will not disappoint you."
He pulled her legs forward so that she tipped backwards, falling onto the soft sheets. He held her legs high in a perfect V and, without warning, without the slightest prelude of affection or any teasing gesture, he thrust his tongue inside her.
The heat there was immediate. The pleasure, violent and thick. Bulma felt her mouth drop open and her breathing slow down.
His face ravaged the center of her body. His head was moving side to side mercilessly, and she grabbed him by the hair in an attempt to slow him down.
She may as well have tried to stop a tsunami with one hand.
"Vegeta�."

He answered her with a loud sloshing noise as his tongue pulled out and his lips fastened onto her clit. She came at the first vortex of sucking. Her hips thrust upwards, and her whole body spasmed. He didn�t stop, and the heat inside her flared again. Another orgasm, one without relief. Bulma was stricken in a rigid pose, groaning deep in her throat as the pleasure seared her.
And then Vegeta groaned too--a soft sound, but because his mouth was still clenching her hard, his voice roared through her insides, and she came again. Sparks of delight this time, as if her fingers and toes were catching fire and tiny lights were exploding across her belly and breasts.
As the sparks faded, Bulma felt her ass land on the bed and her shoulders relax against the pillow. Vegeta was still lapping at her, as he usually did, and Bulma, a veteran of his insistent lovemaking style, expected to be given little time to recover before she would be gored with his new arousal.
It didn�t happen. He didn�t jump on her.
She was frightened for a moment. Maybe making her groan and come in his mouth hadn�t excited him? Then she felt his mouth leave her and his body move to position itself on top of hers.
Yes, that was it, hard against her leg, but Vegeta was not making one of his usual gestures of dominance. She tried to meet his eyes, but he was bowing his face against her neck, supporting his weight on his elbows on either side of her.
Is he even going to kiss me? What�s wrong?

He gathered her in his arms and raised her to a sitting position. He held her like that, face buried at her neck. It took a long moment for Bulma to realize that his embrace spoke pure devotion. She placed her hands lightly on his shoulders and marveled.
She was the only one who knew him like this, the only one who would ever see the Prince of Saiyans postured in such humility. He needed her. He adored her. He said he would never disappoint her.

She ran one hand through his dark spikes of hair and still, he didn�t lift his head. His breath burned her neck, and she could feel his heart pounding. That she could move him to such a display--! The very idea should have thrilled her except that Bulma felt sad.
How could Vegeta ever understand what Bulma�s real disappointment was? She didn�t care if her every encounter with him climaxed in a fireworks display or not.
"Vegeta," she whispered to the dark head on her shoulder. "Goku is not coming back, not ever. You don�t have to prove anything. You have a family now. We have a son. I don�t know why you�re still fighting yourself."
He made a growling sound--whether out of frustration with her speech or concurrence with it, Bulma didn�t know. All she knew was that, in a flash, she was on her back again and Vegeta�s mouth was asserting its supremacy over hers with deep, rough kisses.
It wasn�t the first time he shut her up with sex; it would not be the last time. Before she lost herself to the hypnotic movement of his hips, she knew that his battle wasn�t over. His battle was something beyond her. He wouldn�t allow her to be part of it.
But I�ll be a part of anything you let me be, Vegeta. I�ll be anything . . . everything.

And then the amazing heat of his arms and legs erased all thought.
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