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A Taste of Heat	By : Polymer Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female Views: 13810 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Playtime

By Polymer aka Trynia Merin
aka StarbearerTM

Disclaimer: I don�t own DBZ sadly. It belongs to Toriyama
and Toei, and the guys at Funimation. I don�t� get paid for this,
and this means no harm to the series!

Pairing: Bulma/Vegeta

M/F, Oral, H/J, one spanking, and other fun stuff. LEMON in
other words! Rated NC18 for adult situations!

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Bulma always liked to have a king sized bed. Little matter that it hadn't seen much action
as of late. With her hand clutched in Vegeta's gloved one, her heart skipped beats. By now her underwear was thoroughly soaked,
and she felt like her head would explode from the hot blood pounding through
it.

"So, that idiot clown doesn't seem to be home, does
he?" Vegeta said, sniffing the air as they passed Yamucha's room. The door was locked, and Vegeta sensed no ki
anywhere near.

"Never you mind," Bulma mumbled, finding her
underwear sticking to herself in very odd places. Vegeta's gloved hand did not hide the heat
that moved through it. Although their
skin didn't touch, electricity seemed to crackle through it when she finally
approached the door to her private suite of rooms. He released her grasp to watch her, crossing
arms over his chest to see if she'd lose her nerve. Feeling dark stormy midnight eyes boring into
the back of her neck, she fumbled with the combination lock she'd rigged up.

"You trying to keep the
bakka out, or in?" he teased.

"Shut up," she mumbled, as the door clicked
open. She had installed it as a measure
of extra security, and as a deterrent if Yamucha particularly pissed her
off. Hot breath hit her neck as she
sensed Vegeta standing immediately behind her.
Already her breasts tingled because she felt the hair on the back of her
neck rising with each hot blast of Vegeta's breath upon it.

"Dammit, you should have given me this chamber,
wench," he cursed, glancing around at the vast space. Although it was done up in pinks and purples
with splashes of royal blue, he felt the thick plush nap of the carpet under
his gold toed white boots once he followed her swaying hips inside. Her rounded ass glided under that miniskirt
tantalizingly, which he found to his slight embarrassment he couldn't take his
eyes off. Most human females were
somewhat intriguing, but this one above all else held a place in his nightly
fictions.

"Damn low class wench practically begging for
satiation. If this were Namek she'd have
been 'gang banged' by the whole Ginyuu force by now," Vegeta mumbled under
his breath. It was shameless how she
flaunted her body. Perhaps she'd respond
to a bit of royal discipline. His white-gloved
hands ached to spank that backside and instill some manners.

"What was that, your Whyness?" she asked, crossing
over the vast space where a desk was laden with spare parts of computers. A huge net filled with stuffed animals hung
suspended from one far corner. A double
sliding glass door gave a view onto her balcony, where a full-scale grill
sat. A chase lounge, wide screen plasma
TV, and a comfortable armchair formed a sitting area to the immediate
left. Two other doorways opened into
what seemed to be a sumptuous bathroom, and a bedchamber, Vegeta noticed.

Behind them the door glided shut. Bulma turned to see Vegeta standing there,
with a lascivious smirk on his face one second, then a frown of disinterest the
next. However she'd caught him staring
at her ass, and hid a smile of glee that he'd been looking at her. Instantly her eyes diverted to the stretch of
spandex over hard molded muscle. IF
there was a word she could describe it was 'poured' when it came to Vegeta.

"And you have the nerve to call ME low class?" she
mumbled. "Dressed like THAT� in
those pants I can see your pulse through?"

"What was that regarding pulses?" he snorted,
clearing his throat. "Do you want
my assistant or not? I'm getting rather
pissed off if you're wasting my time�"

"You volunteered for this, your royal Pain in my ass,
so don't tell me you're changing your mind," Bulma said, wheeling on him.

"A Prince does NOT go back on his word, Wench. Show me to your chambers and I'll get this
damn thing settled once and for all� and then I can stop hearing your damn fool
whining about that clown's inadequacies� why I'm consenting to this I can't
even begin to fathom, but this is infinitely preferable to having you roam
around like a bitch in heat and disrupting my training!" Vegeta returned.

"Excuse the fuck me� I'm not a BITCH, Monkey man!"
Bulma turned on him, hands on her hips. Vegeta
seemed unimpressed, just laughing at her.

"If the shoe fits, as your chikyuujin sayings go,"
Vegeta laughed deeply, sending shivers of outrage and anger simultaneously over
her skin.

"Why you!" Bulma began, forgetting that he had the
power to vaporize her to atoms in those two fingers of one glove at his
side. Vegeta clicked his tongue, and
suddenly zipped out of sight before she could grab the nearest object and throw
it at him.

"Too slow, wench," Vegeta whispered right into her
ear, causing her to yelp as he swept her up and threw her over his
shoulder. She shrieked with outrage,
pounding on his back. Across her butt he
smacked hard with a white-gloved hand, walking towards the bedchamber.

"HEY! Put me DOWN!"

"Not just yet. Behave wench, or else you'll get a
spanking," Vegeta taunted her.

"I changed my mind, get the
hell out!" she yelped.

"Someone has to teach you some manners, you crazy
wench, and since that bakka weakling isn't here, I'm elected," he laughed,
kicking open the door and entering the pink and purple chamber that seemed all
too fitting for a spoiled brat heiress.

"Hey� now WAIT!" she
yelped, as he dumped her unceremoniously on the bed.

"Who does your interior design, pepto bismol? It looks like Kakkarot puked up a whole
strawberry milkshake in here," he snorted, glaring around the room in
distaste at frilly pink sheets and ruffles.
Shoving a whole host of stuffed animals off the bed, he unceremoniously
dumped them on the floor before he climbed on the bed near her. Bulma made no move to escape, because she
felt so shocked that the Saiyan no Ouji was actually thinking of helping her
with her 'problem'.

She yelped when she felt him right next to her, his dark
eyes fixing her in a stare like a cobra staking out its prey. Moving close he sniffed the back of her neck
and settled into an Indian style position on the bed next to her. His muscular thigh touched hers as she knelt
there on the bed hugging a pillow. Moist
underwear soaked through her shorts, and she shifted as the tingling need
spread from her groin and vagina into her moistening core. Glancing down she saw her nipples were
studding out hard from her bra, feeling the proximity of the Saiyan prince
glaring expectantly at her.

"Well� get on with
it," he said.

"You said YOU would help
me!" she snorted. "Unless you
want to WATCH� you sicko�"

"Show me what you'd do
first, and then I'll correct you," he said with a grin.

"Oh you ass!" she
snorted. "Just for that�"

"Show me you damn fool wench!" Vegeta snapped at
her. Nervously Bulma lay back, drawing
her hand down between her knees where the wetness was. Sweat beaded on her
skin, and she slowly slid her shorts down.
Extending her feet over the bed, she kicked her sneakers off, and let
them thump to the floor. He saw he reach
into the nightstand drawer, and fumble at it.

"I need my� thing�" she mumbled, flushing in frustration
because she was increasingly uncomfortable and wanted so desperately to quench
the tingling that being around him was causing.
Tugging the drawer open she removed the ten-inch tool that she'd
invented for such a purpose.

"You need a damn device for SEX?" Vegeta
smirked. "What a ridiculous thing�
I should have expected as much�"

"Hey jerk, there's NOTHING
wrong with a dildoe, so�" she snapped, holding the device in question in
one hand.

"It's just amusing�"
he smirked. "How you can't do a DAMN thing without a fricking invention�"

"Now I'll have you
know�"

"Do it without the
toy. I dare you," Vegeta snickered.

"All right, bakayarou, I'll do it!" she huffed,
unwilling to back down from a dare.
Throwing the dildoe aside to join her things on the floor, she squeezed
her eyes shut. She lay down on her side
then, and slowly slid her hand between her knees into the wetness saturating
her underwear. Closing her eyes she gave
a small gasp as she hugged her hand with her thighs, and began to rock her
hips. Small grunts came as she slid her
fingers into her core and found her clitoris.

"That's it, wench, show me
how you get off," he mumbled, watching with a strange fascination.

"Well it's HARD to� well�
just DO it� when�"

"Your underwear is already soaked, and your pupils are
dilated� you're in heat so get on with it�" he grumbled. Sighing, she lay down and undid her shorts
slowly, sliding her hand more deeply between her legs. With a frustrated moan she struggled to move
her fingers in and out. A small whimper
came as she played with the lips of her vagina, struggling to put the right pressure
on it.

"Ohhh� damn�" she groaned, rocking her hips ever
faster. Vegeta slowly widened his eyes,
fascinated by the increase in moisture as her lips flushed red. Sweat soaked hair spilled over the bedspread,
as Bulma whimpered and humped on her hand desperately. Her pearly white teeth dug into her lip, and then
she stopped in frustration.

"Well?" Vegeta asked.

"I can't� cum�" she
grunted.

"Silly girl, I suppose I'll
have to assist you after all�" he laughed, leaning down over her.

"Now what the HELL would YOU know about pleasing a
woman, jackass? I'm not some slut on a
pleasure ship�"

"Is the right point� here
perhaps?" he asked, reaching a gloved hand along the inner surface of her
thigh.

"Wait�" she gasped as Vegeta's fingertips glided
down to where her hand had slid into her panties. Leaning forwards, Vegeta probed around to
find where her fingers were. Grumbling
he reached down and grabbed the front of her panties, yanking them off so he
could have a better look at what he was sensing. A frustrated shout from Bulma was cut off
with a snort.

"Shut up. I need
to get rid of this if I'm going to find out what the hell you're doing�"
he mumbled. She shivered and yelped when
his gloved hand slid overtop and over the exposed patch of blue hair revealed.

"Ohhh� Dende� watch it�" she gasped, flinching and
clamping her legs around his gloved hand.
Lying on his side he snorted and struggled to move her hand aside so he
could feel.

"Dammit woman, where do I
touch if you close your damn legs?" he snorted.

"I� I'm ticklish," she gasped, slowly spreading
her legs and laying back. Vegeta
crouched over her, still wearing his blue spandex suit, devoid of armor. Moisture seeped through his glove to saturate
it.

"You'd be surprised what one knows when you apply the
proper touch� to the right areas of the body," Vegeta said, lowering his
voice to a silky smooth purr. Bulma
gasped, glancing up at him as he leaned over, and reached a gloved hand to
touch the curve of one breast with his other hand.

"Ohhh�" she
gasped. "Put your hand� right there�"

"There?" he asked, sliding two gloved fingers in.
She grabbed his wrist, and nodded, shivering at the pressure of his strong
fingers where she most wanted them.

"Ooh yes� right there�" she pleaded, closing her eyes
and rocking her hips as he found the clit engorged with blood. More moisture wet his glove, seeping to his
flesh below as he applied the minimum pressure on the small organ hidden in the
weeping core. His body began to
perceptibly rock in tandem with hers as she thrust her hips into his fingers.

"Come on wench� climax for me� let it go damn
you," he urged, pressing ever harder as he got caught up in the motion of
her body.

"Vegeta don't stop� I can't�"
she huffed, whimpering as she felt spasms of heat spreading all over her.

"What else must I do to
bring you to orgasm?" he mumbled, still thrusting his gloved fingers in
and out.

"Touch me� here�" she whispered, pointing to her
breasts. He slid his other hand overtop,
watching how she played with one breast and duplicating it with his other
hand. It seemed she squeezed and pinched
one nipple studding out from her t-shirt.

"I can't work with this damn cloth in the way," he
mumbled, reaching down and tearing the shirt neatly with his strength
alone. Bulma groaned as her capsule
corps babydoll T was in tatters, baring her bra to him. Intrigued, he noticed her breasts had swelled
perceptibly from the blood engorging them.

"Take the bra off," she whimpered, stopping as
Vegeta kept his gloved fingers in her moist core. Leaning over, hot breath blasted her as he
reached around to unsnap the hooks and tear it away. Now freed her breasts lay against the
bedspread, soft creamy white curves studded with pinkish rose nipples. She resumed squeezing and kneading one
breast, hoping he'd do the same. The
texture of his gloved hand dragged over the other nipple, stimulating in a very
odd way.

"Bizarre," Vegeta grunted, feeling the object in
question. Removing his hands from where they were, he slid both overtop to
lightly squeeze her breasts in his large hands.
Bulma sighed and moaned, lying on her back as he moved over to kneel
beside her hips.

"Oh yes, that's it�" she groaned, dark lashed eyes
closed, tossing her head. She slid both
her hands down to her neglected clit, trying to resume what he'd started.

"Humph, no such thing," he snorted, looking mildly
insulted as he reached over and drew a gloved hand over her arm, and then down
with a slow glide over the curve of one breast.
Before she knew it, he had knelt between her legs and spread them so he
could slide his fingers into where they'd been before.

"Ohhh�. Don't stop� please don't stop�" she gasped
as he thrust the fingers of his right hand more forcefully into her core while
squeezing at her right breast with his other hand. Bulma lifted one foot, and braced it on his
muscular thigh, then slowly lifted her other leg to hook over his
shoulder. He peered down, letting her
raise her hips as she shifted her torso.

"Ohhh yes� Vegeta� keep going� don't stop�" she
whimpered, biting her lip and making her soft cries as she raised and lowered her
hips. He had to admit he felt the blood
rushing down to his groin to see her thrashing and moving her head back and
forth as if in a dream.

"ARE you almost there?" he gasped hoarsely, intent
on applying the right amount of pressure to her. Gasping, he breathed in unison, rocking
slowly forwards on his haunches to match her rhythm.

"Faster� faster� harder�" she begged, sweat
beading a glossy sheen on her skin. Lips
were swollen in the nether regions to match her lips that were parted. Then Vegeta felt her core clenching
convulsively on his glove, and smelled a burst of hot pheromones.

"Ohh Vegeta� YES!" she screamed, startling him and
almost deafening him. Her whole body
shuddered, and a burst of ki seemed to spike up to a high level before
him. Gasping she trembled there with
tears rolling down her cheeks.

"Woman, are you� climaxed?" he panted, sweat
saturating his shirt and pants.
Grunting, he shifted, as his own need became painfully apparent, bulging
out his spandex.

"Oh yes� thank you," she gasped, blinking up at
him with a smile of satiation. Slowly
she leaned up, and grasped the front of his shirt. He glanced at her with a question in his eyes;
more fascinated then able to insult her.

"About time you stopped
being such a cranky bitch," he nodded in satisfaction.

"If I hadn't cum so well I'd smack you," she
sighed, tugging at his wrist. He removed
his soaked glove, raising it to smell the fluid of her cum seeping through.

"You wouldn't dare," he smirked, giving her that
self satisfied look that she found particularly endearing at that moment.

"Cmere," she said.

"Where?" he snorted.

"Down here," she urged,
tugging at his shirtfront. Vegeta leaned
close, snorting with annoyance.

"What? What the hell do you want now?" he
asked.

"How about a kiss, your
Majesty? After all your hard work?"
she asked.

"That face sucking ritual? Disgusting," he grumbled, but remained
there so she could lean up and brush her lips over his. Sliding her knee down his muscular arm, she
pushed herself up on an elbow so she could catch the side of his face and angle
her face to the side. Using his muscular
arm braced on either side of his knees, she leered herself up so she was
sitting right in front of him.

Delicately she slid her fingers along the spandex covering
his hard muscles. He flinched, drawing
his face away as he glanced at her with a frown. Before he could say anything else, she
covered his protests with another kiss, lapping at his lips with her
tongue. Between his knees she slid her
hand, while locking her other arm around behind his neck.

Vegeta felt her fingers sliding over the bulge in his
spandex. A low groan echoed in their
merged mouths as he opened and allowed her tongue access. Of course she was trying to return the favor,
he nodded with a grunt of satisfaction.
So he lay back, puling her with him so she landed on top his hard
body. Tentatively he moved his tongue
along hers, awkwardly returning the kiss she rated so highly. Although his kiss was awkward and clumsy, she
felt a wave of fire slam through her.

"Wow," she mumbled.

"Tolerable," he
mumbled, glancing up at her with dark eyes that were piercing, haunting, and
calling to her.

"Ungrateful jackass, let me
get YOU off," she smiled with a strange fondness as he let the tension go.

"Proceed," Vegeta
grunted, laying back as if he were not involved.

"I�m not going to do ALL the work, silly," she
said, straddling him. Running her
fingers along his chiseled ribs and hard muscles, she slid her fingers under
his shirt. He lifted his arms, allowing
her to peel off his top. A slow gasp
came over her as she ran sensitive fingernails over the landscape of jagged
scars that were discernable in places. A
low rumbling like a great cat emanated from his throat, and he hissed in
pleasure as she moved back and caressed his erection through his workout
clothes. Tugging his pants down around
his ankles, she slid her hand inside and caressed him.

"Adequate," he
mumbled, docile like a sleeping giant.

"Now it's my turn," Bulma said, leaning down to
merge her lips with his. He growled
softly through the kiss, then glanced down as she removed her lips. She slid her hand out, and began to kiss down
the scars towards the center of his growing need. This would be interesting, he figured with a self-satisfied
smirk.

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