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Never Before	By : CardDragonBall Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female Views: 5314 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Warnings:

1.
I don�t own DBZ. (Sadly.) Otherwise I would be busy coming up with
plotlines for TV that involved smut and mayhem.

2.
I normally write slash. So this is het. (That�s a warning because
I�m not entirely sure I am as good with female parts as I am with the male
ones.) HETEROSEXUAL SEX. VEGETA and BULMA having sex and getting
all sweaty and dirty.

3.    &nbnbspnbsp;
Yep. I think that�s it. No more warnings. *sigh, sadly. *

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Stupid woman. That�s what he thought�tried to think. As he sat on her bed and looked at her. At hoft oft white skin and her hair, blue hair,
that was not curled and insanely large around her head, but straightened,
messy, but draped all around her face and so pretty in the morning light. He had sat there the whole night. Just watched her sleep, wondered if these
stupid earth-people would think he was a pervert. Looked at her long legs, at her smooth skin and her perfect
body. At her flat stomach and her
rounded breasts and her arms and her neck and her face. Looked at every inch of her as she just lay
there and slept.

Wondered if the woman had found
some way to put him under a hypnotic trance without actually having to hold him
down and brash hsh him. Could have been
the fucking. That was good. Very good.
In the sense that his whole body was still humming from it. And he started to think that it would be
easier just to kick back and relax for a little while instead of training. That maybe he should spthisthis weekend in
bed instead of in the gravity room.

But that was a foolish weak
thought and he shoved it out of his mind almost as soon as it came to him. Tore his eyes away from her and stood
up. Grabbed his pants off the floor and
left the room. Didn�t close the door
and didn�t make a sound as he moved away from her. Trusted the idiot woman not to get all screechy and offended
about how he had not been there when she woke up, but decided that she would
probably be that way anyway. Found a
bathroom far enough away from her that it wouldn�t wake her up when he blasted
the hot water on.

Took off the bandages that the
previous night�s fucking had not already removed. She was right. He felt
like his body was being crushed.
Stretched out and bruised and broken.
But that was pain and he did not give into pain. Didn�t acknowledge it. He was the Prince of Saiyans and that idiot
had surpassed him. Fool. Moron.
He was going to overcome the shadow of Kakarot that lingered on him like
a stain against the royal house. He was
not content to stand in the idiot�s oversized shadow and wait to see if his own
power would one day rival Kakarot�s. He
would get out of the shadow and explode in that light.

And he stood in the shower. Let it wash away the feeling of her mouth on
his skin, the feeling of her all around him.
The silkiness of her skin and the softness of her flesh. The moistness and the warmth of her body and
the strength that was underlying that, everywhere he had touched.

Licked his lips without even
consciously meaning to. Thought of how
she had tasted and touched the bloodspots on his chest and stomach. Grinned at that. A fierce little woman she was.
And the scratches on his back were stinging in the water, but that too
he ignored. Didn�t even think about as
he dropped his hand down to his erection.
Closed his eyes and thought about her again�realized that this was going
to be a problem if he couldn�t get her out of his fucking head.

Put one hand on the wall of the
shower, let the hot water beat down on him and stroked himself. Thought of her, the flush of her skin and
the panting, the grin as she looked at him, and the way she had shook all around
him, squeezed around him and fought for her own pleasure and his, but didn�t
fight against him. Kept imagining her
under him again.

Yes, he thought as he grit his
teeth and moved his hand faster, this was going to be a real problem.

~~~***

Bastard. Jerk.
Asshole. Butthead. Saiyan.

She got out of bed the next
morning�gingerly�and went to her bathroom.
Looked at herself in the mirror, and thought that she didn�t look any
different. Wondered just how long she
could be pregnant without it show Certainly less than twelve hours wasn�t an appropriate timespan
for her body to recognize it was nurturing a virtually non-existent baby.

She flipped the shower on. Looked at her waist and her hips, saw
strange little marks there, like they might have been bruises, and wondered
just how she had managed to have sex with Vegeta and not get a single mark from
it. (Other than the little red marks
that should have been bruises.) Smiled�grinned
more like it�when she realized that he probably had restrained himself on
purpose so he didn�t hurt her. That
thought made her happy. So she accepted
it as the gospel truth and stepped into the shower.

Felt sticky and nasty and there
was vague throb like she had just had sex for the first time all over again�which
she hadn�t, but then she hadn�t even had sex quite like that before. Washed away the stickiness and the
strangeness of the night before and sighed.
Stood there in the shower, and looked down at her own chest like it was
an amazing commodity that she had never before realized. Found herself smiling again because she knew
the Prince�s weakness now. He was a
breast boy. (Should have figured that,
because Goku, bless his heart for being a big old teddy bear, was the
same. Stared right at your breasts like
they were going to get up and dance around for you. But he didn�t even realize he did that, so she had never said
anything.) She wondered just how
distracted she could make him without incurring his wrath.

Smiled again and went over a
mental inventory of her wardrobe. (Only
realized that she was already basing her life around the fact that Vegeta would
be part of it as an afterthought.
Because she was the sort of person that lived in the now and not the
sort that planned out every minute detail of what would come.)

~~~***

When he entered the kitchen,
there was no breakfast waiting�the woman had sent away her parents after all�but
there was Bulma. Sitting on the
countertop in yet another short skirt, and a top�should you consider that piece
of cloth that covered only what was absolutely necessary as a top�and he
stopped. Stared. Felt a drowning sense of dread that she
fully realized the effect she would have on him from this moment forth. Pushed away that immediate reaction, and set
about making breakfast. Ignored her
with every single fiber of stubbornness in his body.

Ignored her so much that he was
getting a headache from it, and she seemed to like that just fine, because she
yawned and stretched�oh Kami�and then hopped down from the counter. Seemed to be looking directly at him even
though he was trying very hard not to pay attention to the fact that she was
all but naked and shamelessly displaying her attractiveness to him like some
sort of primal animal in need of mating.

�Anything I can help with,
Vegeta?� she asked. Innocently. As if that woman had an innocent bone in her
body.

And he thought that: why, yes,
he seemed to be having a problem keeping a certain part of his anatomy under
control because it was traitorously announcing that it was very interested in
her pert (all but naked) breasts and her smooth skin and wondering if it could
make a reservation to stay a while in her nice hot body.

�Alright then, I�ll guess I�ll
just go work in the lab,� she started to move away, swayed her hips and made
the traitorous part of him throb even more painfully. Stopped, turned around and he thought would be the move that
broke him as he watched her stretch out her body and smile at him. �I disabled the Gravity Room so don�t even
think of going back in there until you�ve had a solid day�s rest.�

He didn�t move. Thought that if he did he was going to end
up tossing her against the nearest wall and repeating the previous evenings festivities
with real meaning. (Yes, his brain
realized this was not the best course of action but his erection was pouting
and asking him just why the hell he thought he had the right to say no when she
was so very obviously saying yes?)

And the WITCH was coming back
over here. Got all close to him, so his
arm was just centimeters from her breasts.
And she put her hand on his forehead.
�Are you feeling alright, Vegeta?
You look hot. Do Saiyans get
fevers?� Her hand drifted down from his
forehead, and stopped on shoushoulder, just freaking millimeters from the top
of the scratches she had left on his back.
She bit her lip and that broke it.
Broke all the resistence he was attempting to maintain.

He grabbed her around the waist
and pulled her up against him. Covered
her mouth with his and felt as she opened her lips, invited him in as he
dropped his hand down under her skirt.
Found that panties apparently had not made it on the list of clothes to
wear today. Stroked her and felt her
tremors. Invaded her mouth with his
tongue and felt her grinding her breasts against his chest.

His stupid lungs were heaving
and he could feel her heart hammering against her breastbone.

Whatever breakfast he had been
trying to make was shoved off the counter as she leaned back and fought for
purchase and he pulled her skirt off, and ripped that clothe that might have been
a shirt in another life. Dropped his mouth
to her breasts and thought that had to be nirvana. Who gave a damn about being a Super Saiyan when there such
perfect breasts as these right here?
Her hands fought against his pants, pulled him free and stroked hith ith
her small warm fingers and he sucked on her skin, felt her moan and smelled her
as she got even more aroused.

Thought it was all her damn
fault anyway, for getting him interested in her in the first place. For being here and being sexy and available
and fighting against him. She never let
him push her around. The only thing on
this damn planet that had a backbone. A
woman. Should have figured it that way.

Felt her legs parting around
him, heard her breathless little moan and she helped him find his way back into
her. Clutched his skin wherever she
could and dug her fingernails into him.
Distracted him from the heat and the burning deliciousness of being
inside her again. Straitraightened up
again, scooted back off the countertop so it was just his strength holding her
up, and she looked at him, panted and stared at him.

Didnove,ove, just stayed there,
suspended for a strange eternal moment, and he thought that he was not the
whimsical sort of person. Turned them
around so her back was against the fridge.
Heard her gasp because the metal doors was cold all the time, she jerked
away from it, against him. And he
closed his eyes to feel that tight slide as he was pushed harder and deeper
in her her.

�Vegeta!� she said.

He looked at her and
smirked. Raised his eyebrows in
response to that condemning yell, and enjoyed how she squirmed and tried to get
her back off the cold fridge.

�There�s a couch in the next
room,� she said, pointed in the general direction of the living room. �Saiyan or not, if you intend to keep all
your parts intact I suggest you take me in there.�

Indeed. So he carried her through the house�was
pleased she had decided to remove her parents and those pests from the house
before this weekend, but honestly probably would not have cared if they were
here to watch or not. Laid her out on
the couch and kissed her again.

�Much better,� she murmured, and
tipped her head back as he started to thrust into her again.

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Oopsie,
poopsie. That�s almost a full 200 words
over the count.

Bulma: You could make it more and let me finish.

Vegeta: I agree with this plan.

Bulma: And she�s HUMMING!

Vegeta: Hn.
She won�t hold out long. You see
how she only lasted one whole day on that �no more chapters� bullshit.

Bulma: Hn.
That one day could have been spent having sex.
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