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Loveless Fascination	By : mischiefmaker Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female Views: 2619 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own DragonballZ, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-The Proposal
- 2-The Act
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Loveless Fascination

Part II: The Act

This was written because a certain person wanted me to (you
know who you are.J)

Warnings: Explicit sex including anal intercourse, V/B/Y threesome(s)

Yes, you read right. If the idea
freaks you out, then don�t read it. Flames will be ignored or ridiculed
depending on my mood. ^__^

This is your last chance to click
the back button, since this chapter is nothing but dirty sex. Also, there will
not be any V/Y in this fic. I don�t think even my twisted mind could come up
with a realistic situation where that would happen. :p

~*~

Vegeta stood outside Bulma�s door, hand raised and ready to
knock, when a moment of doubt entered his head. What if it was some sort of
trick? Was Kakarotto in there waiting to kick his ass for some unknown reason?
He felt out with his ki. There were two people in the room: the woman and her boyfriend.
He shrugged and brought his fist down on the door twice.

�It�s open,� a feminine voice answered. He walked in and
closed the door behind him.

�Glad you decided to join us,� Bulma said as she got up off
the bed with a big grin plastered to her face. She walked up to him enthusiastically
and reached behind him making sure to brush against his arm. Click. The door
was locked.

Her eyes met his momentarily, and she felt her pulse
quicken. �We�re really going to do this,� her mind squealed.

Vegeta sensed the change. Her ki, although small, was
erratic. Her scent grew stronger. His nostrils flared, wanting nothing more
than to throw her on the floor and have his way with her, but he refrained. Although
aroused, he certainly didn�t want to look desperate in front of them, which
was, unfortunately, exactly how he felt right then. Not to mention awkward. How
long had it been since he�d taken a woman? He quickly killed the thought.

She glanced back at Yamcha who had stood up next to the bed.
The three each looked at one another waiting for someone to make the first move.
The silence was tangible. She felt the need to say something, anything.

�Um,� she stammered. �Should we make any ground rules?� she
asked, looking first at Yamcha then back toward her other guest as she moved
away from the door and closer to the bed.

Vegeta smirked as he followed. �I thought it was already
established that I wouldn�t try to fuck him or anything,� he commented, nodding
toward the other male, as he slowly closed in on his prey.

Yamcha stood wide-eyed as he digested that remark. A nervous
laugh escaped his lips as he looked to Bulma questioningly. She shrugged and
smiled weakly.

�Well, yeah. I just wanted to know if there was anything
anyone was uncomfortable with. It would be better to find out now than later,
right?� She stopped next to Yamcha and turned to Vegeta who appeared to be deep
in thought just a few strides away. He shook his head and advanced upon her

�What about you?� he questioned, stopping directly in front
of her and practically touching her nose with his own. His eyes were bright
with mischief. �Is there anything you don�t want us to do to you?� His
voice was low, and he had a nasty grin on his face. Her breathing hitched.

�I� I can�t think of anything,� she stuttered. His close
proximity and the way he was looking at her made thinking difficult.

Yamcha stared, oddly transfixed, as the alien houseguest basically
seduced Bulma in front of him. He caught himself wondering what Vegeta would do
to her first.

�Well, then,� their guest chuckled. �This should prove to be
most interesting.� He smiled and locked eyes with Yamcha, before grabbing the
hem of Bulma�s shirt and pulling it over her head. His gazed roamed
appreciatively over her for just a moment. Then his hands were on her,
squeezing her breasts, as he leaned into her.

She was sandwiched between them. Yamcha was behind her with
one hand on her side, running up and down the sensitive skin. He moved her hair
aside and kissed her neck, and her eyes reflexively shut. The situation itself
already had her so worked up that she wondered how on earth she would last. His
mouth moved up to her ear, licking and nipping the shell.

�Go on,� Yamcha whispered, his warm breath washing over her.
�Touch him.� He trailed kisses down her neck as he leaned into her body,
pressing her against the other man.

Bulma spanned her hands across Vegeta�s shoulders, feeling
the muscles ripple as he moved, before sliding down his chest. She worked
hastily, needing to feel his skin, as she unbuttoned the horrid badman shirt.
She smiled at the thought. Her fingers dove under the material and over his
shoulders, taking it with her as she went.

As it fell to the floor, Yamcha stepped back to remove his
own shirt. His pants were next, and seconds later, he was behind her again,
clad only in his Hawaiian print boxer shorts as he kissed her shoulder and pulled
her hips back against his.

Vegeta kissed her as his hands wound in her hair, crushing
her against his lips. It was rough, unlike any kiss she�d ever received. His
tongue forcefully thrust into her mouth as his teeth lightly scraped across her
lips. He released his grip on her head, allowing his hands to slide down her
body, joining Yamcha�s hands on her breasts. He pulled away and looked down
curiously at the contraption that confined her.

�How the hell does this thing come off?� he barked. Bulma
bit her lip in an attempt to hold back a giggle. It didn�t work. His eyes
burned into hers briefly before his hands reached for the offending
undergarment.

Yamcha unhooked it just before Vegeta could rip the thing.
Bulma slowly slid the straps over first one shoulder and then the other,
teasing him as she held the cups against her with her hands. The prince�s eye
twitched as impatience began to grow within him. She winked and tossed it to
the floor. Vegeta lightly brushed the palms of his hands over her hardened
nipples and watched as her head leaned back against her boyfriend�s shoulder
and eyes drifted shut.

Yamcha kissed her cheek, and she twisted her head to capture
his lips with her own, reaching back with one arm to grasp the back of his
neck. Vegeta�s lips descended down her sternum as his hands continued teasing
her breasts.

Bulma moaned into the kiss, and Yamcha�s eyes opened to see the
alien sucking his girlfriend�s nipple into his mouth as he lightly pinched the
other. �This is what she wants,� he reminded himself. Ignoring the twinge of
jealousy, Yamcha unbuttoned her jeans and began pushing them down over her hips,
along with her panties. Vegeta backed up and watched as she stepped out of her
pants and turned to face her boyfriend.

She kissed him fully on the lips, taking a moment to tease
him with her tongue. She looked toward the alien prince as she did it and
motioned with her finger for him to come to her. She broke away and turned her
attention toward Vegeta. Pressing her bare breasts against his chest, she kissed
him, sliding her tongue over his lips. His tongue quickly joined hers, probing
and tasting in an erotic dance. She slid a hand between them and squeezed the
bulge in his pants. She moaned into his mouth when his hands grasped her hips,
pulling her against him as he ground into her. She pulled away and smiled as
she turned her attention back to her boyfriend.

She kissed Yamcha�s chest as she ran her nails lightly over
his torso. Her lips traveled down his stomach, and her fingers dipped under the
elastic edge of his shorts. Vegeta�s hands began exploring her once more,
brushing over her abdomen with one and squeezing her rump with the other. He
was watching what she was about to do. Slim fingers tugged the shorts down,
allowing Yamcha�s erection to spring out.

Grabbing the shaft with one hand, she leaned forward,
touching the tip with her tongue. She swirled it over the head before running
it down the bottom of his length. Yamcha was watching also, his breathing quickly
becoming ragged as she kept up her slow torture.

Vegeta slid his hand between her legs and began stroking her
folds gently, groaning as he noticed how wet she already was. �I wonder how she
tastes.� Back and forth he went, smirking as she tried to push herself down on
his hand.

Yamcha wound his hands in her hair, having had enough of her
teasing, and pumped his hips forward, encasing himself in her mouth. His eyes
fluttered shut, and he bit his lower lip as she began sucking, taking him
completely into her mouth before sliding out.

Vegeta�s nostrils flared, and he inhaled sharply at the
sight. He ceased his stroking and found her center, shoving a finger in and
pulling forward slightly. She moaned around Yamcha�s cock. He repeated the
process, adding a second finger and watching as she wiggled her hips in an
attempt to create more friction. Suddenly, his fingers were gone, and he stood
behind her surveying the situation.

�This won�t do. Get on the bed.�

Yamcha�s penis slid out of her mouth as she turned to look
at Vegeta. A string of saliva still connected them. He bit back a groan.

�Why are they just staring?� �You can keep doing that, just
get on all fours,� he instructed, unable to keep his eyes from rolling.

Bulma smiled and quickly got onto the bed, thrusting her
rump in the air to give him a good view. Yamcha kissed her deeply for a moment
before getting on his knees in front of her. She began kissing his stomach
muscles as she took him in her hand. The sound of a zipper caught her
attention, though, and she glanced at Vegeta who was sliding his pants off. She
watched intently as his erection jutted out and licked her lips in
appreciation. The action did not go unnoticed.

Vegeta smirked and stroked himself a couple of times for her
benefit before fazing out of her view and reappearing behind her. She almost
squealed in anticipation as she unconsciously thrust her hips toward him. She
knew he was back there. The bed sank with his weight, but he hadn�t touched her
yet.

�What is he doing?� Bulma chanced a glimpse backward and saw
that he was just looking at her, examining her. She blushed, feeling a little
self conscious under his scrutiny. His eyes met with hers, and he grinned as he
ran two fingers over her folds, causing her to moan. Yamcha took her chin in
his hand and turned her back to him. Her tongue licked the head of Yamcha�s
cock as Vegeta�s fingers slid into her. She sucked his entire length into her
mouth as the alien�s other hand teased her clit.

�Suck it,� the desert bandit rasped as his fingers tangled
in her hair.

She groaned and pressed back against Vegeta just as he
removed his hands. Whining in protest, Bulma arched her back even more. He
chuckled at her reaction, smacking her ass lightly, before replacing his hands
with his mouth. She exhaled loudly as his tongue ran up and down the slit,
occasionally plunging in. His lips moved downward, catching the hood and
sucking it into his mouth. She squealed and pushed her hips back. Vegeta slid
two fingers inside and pumped furiously as his mouth continued its assault on her
clit. Without warning, her climax hit her, and she wailed,
dropping Yamcha�s cock as Vegeta�s
attack on her senses persisted. Suddenly, he was gone, and his unexpected voice
in her ear caused her to jump.

�Get on top of him. I�ve got something for you,� he husked.
She shivered, glancing at his erection as she crawled over Yamcha as he lied
down. The scarred warrior positioned himself at her entrance and groaned as she
slid down onto him. He grabbed her hips and began moving her over him slowly
but powerfully.

Vegeta was standing next to her, shaft in hand, stroking it as
he inched closer to her. Her mouth opened for him, taking him in completely and
applying suction as he pulled out. He groaned and shut his eyes when Bulma squeezed
his ass as she swallowed him again. He took her head in his hands and pumped
himself in her mouth as she continued to ride Yamcha. She moaned onto Vegeta�s arousal.
The guttural reverberation vibrated through him, causing him to exhale loudly.

The erotic display before him captivated Yamcha. He watched
her eyes close as her mouth accepted the other man�s cock, the way her cheeks
sunk in when she sucked and his hands pulled her toward him to meet his
thrusts. It was wrong, infuriating, and so incredibly hot. He couldn�t tear his
eyes away from it.

Vegeta pulled her head off of him and grinned haughtily at
the look of confusion on her face. He moved behind her, straddling her
boyfriend�s thighs, as he pressed on her back with his palm. She leaned
forward, supporting herself on her hands and knees. Dread and adrenaline
flooded Bulma�s body. Sure she and Yamcha had done that before, but her
boyfriend was a gentle lover. She had a sinking feeling that Vegeta probably
was not. Her apprehension became apparent as her body became more rigid.

�Uh, uh,� he playfully chastised. �You said there wasn�t anything we couldn�t do to you. You
wouldn�t be breaking your own rules, would you?� He stuck two fingers in his
mouth, laving them generously with saliva before bringing them down to circle
her other entrance.

�I�� She didn�t know what to say. One finger slid carefully
inside, and she flinched.

�Don�t hurt her.� Yamcha�s voice was low and warning as he
leaned to the side and locked eyes with alien. Vegeta looked annoyed.

�I don�t plan on it,� he responded as he pumped the finger in
and out a few times before slowly adding the second one. Bulma moaned and
pushed herself down on her boyfriend with more force than before as she
adjusted to the prince�s ministrations.

Vegeta removed his fingers and spit in his hand, stroking
himself a few times to spread it around. Bulma froze when she felt his hands
grasp her hips. Yamcha kissed her and ran his hands softly over her back,
pulling her against him and calming her. Vegeta�s throbbing erection pressed
against her, and he slowly nudged the head inside. He was surprisingly gentle, pushing
in a little before pulling back, each time going further until he was fully
inside.

Yamcha began moving slowly and watched as the wrinkle between
her eyebrows began to disappear. Vegeta pulled out almost completely before gradually
sliding back in when Yamcha pulled out. The pace was set. They alternated,
pistoning within her and feeling each other through her walls.

Bulma whimpered. It was like nothing she�d ever experienced.
The friction of their bodies was unbelievable as they pushed and pulled, gasped
and groaned, and filled her completely. All she could do was sit there and
enjoy it as they moved. They increased speed, losing their rhythm, and they
both thrust at the same time.

�Goddamn�. sweet�. ass� Oh, fuuuuck.� Vegeta�s strained and
gravelly voice drew the last syllable out slowly. Bulma�s legs got weak, and
her eyes rolled back into her head as she heard the string of obscenities
coming out of his mouth.

It was too much for her, being penetrated like that and
hearing their pleasure. She shook almost uncontrollably as her orgasm exploded
within her, making the room spin as they began pounding into her, all gentility
forgotten. Vegeta�s ramblings became indecipherable as he spoke in a dead
language and dug his fingers painfully into her hips.

Yamcha moaned her name repeatedly and bucked his hips to
meet her own as she wailed and convulsed around him. He pulled her down on his
cock roughly as the pleasure ripped through him, not caring that somehow
Vegeta�s hands ended up on his own as the saiyajin howled and plunged one last
time into Bulma.

She collapsed on top of her boyfriend and felt his chest
rise and fall rapidly while the sound of his heart pounded in her ear. Puffs of warm air rolled over her back as Vegeta�s
breathing slowly went back to normal. He hovered over her, holding himself up
by a hand on either side of the pile of them. The prince ran his tongue up her
back, stopping to place a quick kiss on her shoulder, before slowly
withdrawing. He sat back, leaning on his elbows as he watched her slowly roll
to the side and lie down between them.

The three just sat there, resting, breathing, and enjoying
the elation. It was several minutes later when Bulma broke the silence.

�Whoa,� she whispered. Vegeta chuckled and turned toward his
bedmates.

�I think she needs more. She�s still able to speak,� he
teased as he inched his hand closer. Yamcha laughed despite himself.

�No,� she shrieked and swatted at the hand as if the idea
were torture. �No more. I need to rest. And a cigarette,� she sighed, not
wanting to get up yet. She lied there a little while longer before she gave
into her craving. She crawled off the bed and made a quick stop to her
bathroom.

Vegeta watched until the door closed behind her, then turned
to the man lying next to him. Yamcha scratched his head as the awkward feeling
returned. That seemed to break the spell the post-orgasmic haze had created. They
got up and collected their clothes from the floor.

Bulma exited the bathroom to find Yamcha fully dressed and Vegeta
almost done, having only 2 buttons on his shirt left. She tried to ignore her
disappointment. Grabbing her robe off the hook on the bathroom door, she slid it
on as she walked out to the balcony. She lit a cigarette and stood in the
doorway, making sure to blow the smoke outside.

�I�m going to go,� Vegeta announced as he adjusted the
collar of his shirt.

�Uh, goodnight,� Bulma called from the balcony door, not
really sure what else to say. He smiled and closed the door behind him.

She shook her head and took another drag. Soon she was done,
and she flicked the butt over the balcony, making sure to exhale the last of
the smoke before entering her bedroom. She flopped down onto her bed and rubbed
the spot next to her.

�Come to bed,� Bulma yawned, and Yamcha stripped back down
to his underwear and turned off the light. She slept better than she had in a
long time, curled up against her boyfriend without a care in the world. He
sighed and kiss her forehead. Soon, sleep overtook him as well.

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