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With You I\'m Born Again	By : MetallicaVamp Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female Views: 2193 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Well, this is a
requested chapter. A few of my readers have asked me to write a follow up
chapter to this story. It wasn't my intention, but I've been playing around
with a few ideas, so here goes. This is for Crystal-Bulma,
butterflyV, and luna18.

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With You I'm Born Again

Chapter Three: Just Desserts

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"GOTCHA!"

Gokou yelped as a very angry
Bulma tackled him to the ground.

A collective gasp went up
from the watching group as one of the most powerful people in the universe went
down. The only one who wasn't absolutely shocked was Vegeta, who stood there
heartily laughing at the whole situation. His woman had his great rival flat on
his stomach, her slender arm around his throat, knuckling her fist into his
spiky black hair. The funniest thing was the fact that Kakarrot was worlds
stronger than the tiny, fiery woman atop him was, and he was obviously too
frightened to remember.

"Please Bulma, come
on!" Gokou wheedled in total panic, trying to wriggle away. "I mean,
you should be happy! I managed to talk him down from the nude photos!"

"WHAT NUDE PHOTOS?"
Bulma screamed, seizing a sizable lock of his hair. Gokou howled as she gave
that lock a sharp tug.

"Chi-Chi! Help! Get her offa
me!" Gokou called to his wife, who'd been standing in awe at the way he
went down so fast. Shaken out of her trance, she took a step towards them.
Vegeta, not wanting the fun to end just yet, went over to Chi-Chi and whispered
something to her.

"What are you telling
her?" Gokou asked in a tiny, scared voice. His answer came when Vegeta
gave him a nasty smile and Chi-Chi turned a pair of blazing black eyes to him.

"HOW DARE YOU!" She
bellowed in her trademark screech. Vegeta cringed at the sound, wondering
briefly if Kakarrot's �just desserts� were worth his eardrums ringing from that
woman's voice. He knew just how worth it the outcome was when his fellow
Saiya-jin's "loving" wife made a running leap for him. She landed on
top of the already struggling pair with a battle cry normally heard on a
battlefield and started them rolling about, pushing, pulling, shoving and
throwing up dust.

"Son
Gokou! How dare you say I'm not
near as pretty as she is! I'm your wife buddy! I should be the most beautiful
woman in the universe to you!" She yelled, pounding her husband on the
head.

"I ain't done with him
yet Chi-Chi! Wait your turn!" Bulma insisted, straddling his back as she
bent his leg upward. Gokou lay beating the ground with his fists, helplessly
afraid of the two wild women who were currently beating the shit out of him.

"Uh, guys, don't you
think we should break them up?" asked Krillin sheepishly as the nimbus of
dust thickened.

"Mind your own damn
business Baldy," Vegeta spat, folding his arms over his chest. He leaned
against a porch post and grinned, watching his lover play.

Finally, the incensed women
had enough of punishing him, and all sounds of struggling had stopped. Chi-Chi
stepped out of the cloud of dust first. Her neat bun was all
askew, the pinned ball just hanging limply, one frog of her red Asian style
top undone. "Okay Bulma, I think he's had enough." She said,
smoothing a hand over her ruined coif. She flounced past the dumbstruck
spectators, refastening the frog as she entered the house.

After a moment, an �oof" was heard out of Gokou from within the dust ball
and Bulma stepped out, a scowl on her face. "Serves you right
Son-Kun," she growled, cracking her knuckles into her fist. Vegeta gaped.

Bulma's short green dress now
sported a split side seam up to her hip, one dirt-smudged white thigh flashing
from it. Her hair too was tousled and dressed with tatters of grass. Her cheeks
were blazing a radiant pink with one side of her lips curled in annoyance. Her
entire person was spotted with dirt, but she wore such a look of regal pride
that Vegeta felt a surge of arousal within his body. There was something
exciting about her, a slight, Chikyuu-jin woman taking on one of the greatest
Saiya-jins known to man.

That shouldn't surprise you, he thought with a wicked smile. She takes you on every night�

At last, the dust settled and
Vegeta's attention locked onto Kakarrot, who laid face up, much bruised and
humbled. He almost lost his composure to more laughter, but only smirked.
"Isn't it funny?" He asked, approaching the flattened Saiya-jin.

"Hahhh?" Gokou answered, dazed and pretty embarrassed.

"You, the great
Kakarrot, whom none of the greatest powers in the universe could snuff out, get
your ass kicked by a pair of pissed off Chikyuu-jin onnas."
At this thought, he began laughing again, throwing his head back as Gokou
struggled to his feet.

"Well, uh, when you're
deathly frightened out of your wits all of a sudden, it's kind of hard to put
up a good fight. Eh, besides, I probably deserved that," he shrugged,
bending at the waist with his hands braced on his knees. Vegeta snorted out the
last of his laughter and turned away.

"Oh,
and Kakarrot?"

Gokou looked up at the
retreating prince. "Yeah?" A split second
later, Gokou found himself hoisted into the air by the front of his gi. �Eep.�

Vegeta stood below him, an
angry snarl on his face. "What sort of pictures do you have of my
wife?" He asked him, clenching his other hand tightly. Gokou suddenly went
the color of a dead fish as Vegeta�s fist began glowing with hot ki. �And be
truthful please. I can kick your ass a lot harder than they did you know.�

"No, no, no wait!"
Gokou suddenly blurted hands up to shield his already beaten face.
"Honest, I don't have anything like that! Yamcha used to and I think he
gave them to Roshi, but I have no idea where they are!" He babbled on,
trying to hoist himself out of his hand-dug grave. "I promise, I just
mentioned them in passing, you know, to get the old Kai�s attention."

Vegeta's glare grew hotter as
he thought of the old pervert ogling his onna, or worse yet that fuck-up of a
Chikyuu-jin she used to date. But, after witnessing her display of revenge, he
thought of how much fun it would be to watch her kick the shit out of the bastards
herself. Soon his anger died down, replaced by the strange mischievous glee that
had caused his old rival so much trouble today. He turned to enter the house.

"You would do well to
tell those two to rid themselves of them immediately, unless they'd like a
personal experience with my onna's ass kicking prowess," He said with a
grin that Gokou didn't see. Behind him, he heard some kind of acknowledgement
as he entered the doorway.

His eyes scanned the great
room for Bulma. Chi-Chi gave him a wry look and jerked a thumb in the direction
of her friend�s room. He nodded and made his way down the hall, his groin
burning as he replayed the image of her after her battle over and over in his
dirty mind. His previous wave of lust had not subsided yet, and he didn't
intend to leave himself in this state.

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"Stupid sonuva�Kami dammit�" Bulma muttered as she tried to
remove the smudges of dirt from her body and face. As she moved downward, she
noticed the rip in her dress. "Aww, I just
bought this last week!" She growled. She stripped it off and shook out the
bits of grass and sod. Laying it over her desk chair, she examined the torn
green material. "Hmm, I could just hem it�it is kind of sexy like this�"
She grinned when she thought of driving her lover mad with lust in a dress like
the one she now envisioned.

A knock at the door silenced her
personal thoughts. "Onna, are you decent?" Vegeta asked.

"No," Bulma
answered calmly, ruffling her hair to rid it of the dust and bits of grass.

"Good," growled her
lover as he slowly pushed the door open. She gasped in surprise, not expecting
him to come right in. He sucked in a hot breath as he took in her body, pale, curvy
and naked but for a pair of red silk panties. The dirt splotches still mottled
her perfect skin, but they looked unbelievably sexy on her. A playful smile
graced her lips and that did him in. "Gods, you are gorgeous onna."
He groaned, stalking forward to gather her into his arms. She grinned and put
her arms around him, nuzzling her cheek into his chest. She laughed softly.

"Vegeta, I'm pretty
dirty right now," she said, trying to pull away from him. He held her fast
and pressed his body against hers, letting her feel the hardness and heat of
his arousal. He looked fiercely into her blue eyes with black fire in his.

"Yes, aren't we
both," he uttered with a strained growl as he descended on her, claiming
her lips in a passionate kiss. She quickly returned his fire and struggled to
pull his shirt away from his body. His hand swept up and encased one of her
warm, plush breasts, rubbing his thumb roughly over the nipple. She growled as
she finally stripped his black shirt over his head. Lurching forward with a
growl, she latched her lips onto his chest, nibbling one of his nipples
sharply. His knees shook violently and his shaft tightened under her
ministrations. �Uhn, tell me Bulma. Did that tussle
get you as hot as it did me?�

Bulma looked up at him
through her deep beryl-blue lashes, the sheer sultriness he saw making his
knees go soft again. �Oh, so that�s why you�re up here ready to ravish me, eh?�
She asked, feeling a little more brazen after her scuffle.

Vegeta�s lips spread in an
evil grin and he scooped her up into his arms, relishing her excited cry as her
moved swiftly to their bed. He dropped her onto the mattress, loving her laugh
as she bounced a little. The movement caused her lovely breasts to bounce and
he removed his jeans and underwear swiftly. He climbed atop her and let his
erection glide against the soft fabric of her panties.

�You have no idea how sexy
you were out there. Seeing you take down the greatest rival I�ve ever known,
your fierceness�I loved it.� He moved himself against her, the silk of her
panties becoming wetter with every word he said. �You were my Valkyrie, my
warrior queen. Good Kami, I want you now,� he groaned, falling on her with hot,
wet kisses. She writhed beneath him, urging her clothed pubis against his
hardness. With a feral sound, he reached down and pulled the flimsy red thing
away from her. The thin material ripped a little and she whimpered in slight
protest. He shook his head. �I don�t care, I�ll buy
you new ones. Just let me��

He was cut off when she
bucked her hips upward. He felt the head of his erection slip against her
ever-moistening opening and he moaned in helpless abandon. She responded to
this by seizing his hair and yanking him down on her for a deep, wonderful
kiss. He began moving in a thrusting motion, not penetrating, but simply
sliding against her soft, wet folds. The motions made his hardness rub against
her clitoris and she shivered beneath him, beginning her own bucking movements.
For many minutes, they just moved harmoniously, drinking in the beauty of their
passion.

Vegeta felt the beginning of
his climax and stopped at the last moment, breathing shallowly as he tried to
bring some control over his protesting body. Bulma looked up at him, her eyes
begging him for more. He recognized the look and shook his head. She glared at
him, her breaths hitching as she felt the first throbs of her own plateau.

�Don�t�don�t you tease me,
Saiya-jin,� she snarled, and Vegeta felt his head spin in response to the ferocity
of her voice. It alone almost sent him over the edge.

�You think you�re so innocent
of teasing, brat? That�s all you were doing to me out there,� he admitted, his
voice thick. Hoisting himself up on his hands and knees, he crawled backwards
down her body. His strong hands dragged over the shivering mounds of her pillow-soft
breasts, kneading her stiff, darkening nipples, along the lithe, velvety length
of her torso. When his fingers reached the silky nest of blue hair, he stopped
and lingered there, twirling his fingertips into the tight curls. Bulma�s body
writhed in a sensuous ripple and she moaned, powerless to stop the blazing
inferno in her blood. For many moments, he just gazed at her beautiful
paradise, memorizing the deep, roseate color of her swollen vulva, the pearly
pink knot of nerves and each curl of indigo hair. In a swift movement, Vegeta
grasped her soft thighs in his hands and looped her legs over his shoulders.
With a soft growl, he sank his tongue into her core.

A strangled gasp escaped her
as she felt the fleshy muscle flex within her. Indescribable sensations surged
through her with every swirl of his hot, raspy tongue. He drew away and fixed
his eyes on the straining pearl of her clitoris nestled in those velvet folds.
Something that resembled a purr rumbled in his chest and he fastened his mouth
to it, flicking his tongue over it rapidly. Sparks of intense
heat shot through her making her emit sharp, excited cries.

Vegeta was drowning in the sensory
overload he experienced. She tasted incredible and sweet, her musky, womanly
scent penetrated his every fiber. Her inner muscles squeezed his tongue and her
pubic curls brushed against his sensitized skin as he sampled her again and
again. Her cries were music to the beast in his soul. Moving up to her clit
again, he suckled it hard and plunged his finger into her moist satiny
womanhood.

�VEGETA!� He shivered in response to the scream that echoed in
the room. Her hands shot out involuntarily and sank into the sheets, her
fingernails ripping into the material. Her entire body convulsed mightily and
he continued his oral caresses. She cried his name many more times
as each wave slammed into her, cumulating into a massive orgasm. Her toes
curled into the mattress and she raised her still clenched hands to the
ceiling, taking a goodly amount of shredded sheets with her. �VEGETAAAAAAAAH!!!�

Vegeta�s body responded to
her primal shriek, her scent, the sight of her fists full of the ruined sheets
and her shuddering body nearly breaking his thread-thin control. He growled
loudly and raised himself up onto his knees, straining to maintain himself. His
own toes curled, his black eyes screwed shut, and his entire body clamped down
on the release it sought.

Gradually, Bulma�s body
regained control over itself. Her sight cleared and she raised her head a
little. The sight of her king�s perfect body tensed, trying to hold off his
pleasure, made her feel a little selfish. The sight of his throbbing, engorged
erection also made her desire for him awaken from the euphoria he�d just
bestowed on her. She pushed herself up and sat against the headboard for a
moment to collect her thoughts. Finally, positioned herself
on all fours and began crawling slowly towards him.

Vegeta felt the mattress
shifting as she moved and opened his eyes. He watched her silently, albeit
appreciatively, as she slinked toward him like a cat, a lustful smirk flashing
her white teeth. Her eyes smoldered, stoking the craving in him that he thought
he�d had under control to a dizzying blaze.

�Well, well,� she whispered
in a sultry voice, �looks as though the ruler of the mighty Saiya-jin race is
in need of some�assistance.� She slipped around his body, feeling him stiffen
as she placed her hands on his shoulders. She leaned into his back, crushing
her soft breasts into him, tickling her pubic curls against his tailspot. He shuddered out a growl and wavered on his knees
as she gently breathed warm air into his ear. She placed a hand on his cheek and
turned his head to look into his eyes. They looked like a fire among coals. She
noticed the way they locked onto hers, and she used his captivation to coax his
body onto the bed. Their eyes never lost focus as she eased him onto his back, carefully propping herself up so as not to
touch his still hard member. In the same way he had, she crept down his body,
her fingers worshipping every inch of him. They glided over his tough
pectorals, brushing feather-soft over his nipples, trailing down his rippling abs.
She stopped there and bent to adore his navel with her tongue. He purred deeply
in response, feeling himself melting into the sheets.

She rose up a bit and let the
tip of her tongue graze down the dip in the muscles leading down to his genitals.
She sat back on her heels, drinking in the sight of his thick, long erection,
flexing with every breath he took, its head almost crimson with blood. She let
her eyes travel down to the hair covered sack between his legs, regarding how
very close to his body it was. Her hand floated down to it, gently curling her
fingers around the organ. Vegeta let free a growl and bucked his hips up
against her hand. She very softly raked the tips of her nails through the veil
of hair and wrapped her hand around the base of his penis, extremely thrilled
to find her fingers couldn�t quite go all the way around it. Settling
comfortably on her knees, she leaned down and breathed a long breath over it,
earning a tremble from her lover. His eyes rolled back, hands tangling into the
tattered sheets as she pressed the tip of her tongue against the cap of his
member. �Uhn.�

She drew back for a moment
and regarded the sound quizzically. �What?�

�Onna,� he repeated more
clearly. She shook her head slowly and deliberately, slowly kneading her way up
his length.

�You want me to stop?� she
asked, arching a thin, midnight brow. He shook his head spasmodically, pounding
the bed with powerful fists. She smiled sexily and pumped her hand down on him.
�Then you say my name.� Without waiting for a response, she braced her legs
against the mattress and took him into her mouth.

�BULMA! Holy shit�BULMA!� he roared as she dragged her tongue
along his entire length as she bobbed her head up and down his straining sex.
She went down to the base and came up slowly, twirling her tongue around and
around as she did. Her hand returned to the furred sack and tickled it gently
as she continuously raised and lowered her mouth onto him. Bringing herself up,
she wrapped her lips in a tight ring around the underside of the swollen tip
and fluttered her tongue lovingly against it. That sensation caused him to
convulse and moan out her name in a shaky voice. She went down again, loving
the feel of him filling her mouth, the pleasing taste of the steadily flowing liquid
from the slit, the scent of him making her dizzy. The very impact of what she
was doing made her own heated sex begin dripping with wetness. She wrapped the
other hand around him again and began pumping him up and down as she continued
to suck him.

The sudden acceleration of
sensation made him buck and grind against the mattress, losing his mind in the
feel of her hot soft mouth and the grip of her slender hand milking his hard
flesh. White explosions rocked his head as he felt the onslaught of his climax.
His hands kneaded the bedclothes and he felt Bulma�s hands clasp his as she
finished him off with her sweet mouth alone. The memory of how she looked after
her last climax and the wonderful things she was doing to him now assailed his
brain and sent him over the long-awaited edge. He gripped her hands tightly and
pulled in a long, audible breath. �BUUUULLLMAAAAAAAAAAA!�
He roared, releasing a shot of hot, creamy come into her mouth. Another
convulsion seized him and he emitted again, harder this time, groaning her
name. Yet another, and finally she just held him inside the cavern of her
mouth, letting him spill all into her.

Slowly, she dragged upward,
releasing him from her lips. She swallowed the gift he�d bestowed, savoring the
unique taste and the fact that she alone could do this to him. He lay before
her, spent and gratified, his great chest heaving. Now and again, he would
spasm and smile contentedly, his ink black eyes hidden beneath the veil of his
eyelids. When he finally opened his
eyes, there was no focus in their raven depths. It was as if he was under a
spell. Bulma grinned, because he was: her spell.

Focus returned to his eyes
and he looked at her. She still sat kneeling, her hair mussed, her breasts full
with pride, a small drop of his seed on the corner of her smiling lips. �Cocky
little siren,� he growled, sporting a grin of his own. She raised a hand to her
lips and wiped her thumb against the remaining come on her mouth. With a brazen
smile, she licked it from the digit, earning a growl from her recovering lover.
He reached for her, and she, feeling playful, scooted away. �You think you can
get away from me?� He lunged for her, catching her off-guard. She�d nearly
forgotten how quickly he bounced back. He grabbed her around the waist and
wrestled her onto her back. �I win, onna.�

Bulma leered at him. �From
what I just witnessed, I think I won.�

�If you remember rightly, I
got you off first.�

She smiled blissfully,
remembering extremely clearly. �Who could forget? Just look what you made me
do,� she said, indicating the sheets. He shrugged.

�Can�t help
it. I told you it�s that
fierceness� It turns me on. I could hardly hold back a while ago.� Replaying
what she did to him, his eyes closed and he lay gently atop her. �That�s what you
do to me,� he told her, pressing his already hardened shaft against her thigh.
She smiled, shifting a little to let her slippery opening touch the tip of his
manhood. He groaned, nuzzling his cheek against her downy breasts, turning to
take a nipple into his mouth. She hummed in pleasure as he tenderly suckled
her, his other hand toying with the flesh of her collarbone, tracing a line
down to the opposite breast. This one he circled with the tip of his finger,
enjoying the satiny flesh of the darkened areola. He drew away and lowered his
lips to hers, clinging to her in a sensuous kiss. She wrapped her arms and legs
around his body and held him to her, pressing the swells of her breasts against
him. Softly, she rocked her core against him, lathing him with moisture.

�Make love to me Vegeta,� she
murmured. His head fell against her collarbone and he raised his hips to meet
hers, entering her in a smooth, languid motion. She moaned, her fingernails
biting his shoulders as he sank deeply into her. His eyelids fluttered, and finally closed in
supreme satisfaction. Relishing the feel of her around him, he placed his arms
more completely around her and clasped her to his body, letting their heat
mingle through their skin. She rubbed her hair against his forehead, completely
lost in the fullness of him deep inside her.

He began to move within her, smooth,
undulations of his pelvis that drew moans from her delicate throat. Gone was
the intense inferno the pair had begun with, replaced now by tenderness and sensual
passion. She met his gentle thrusts with a soft rocking of her hips, her hands
wandering carelessly over the expanse of his back. Spasms moved through them
like tides, rising and falling sinuously. Vegeta lowered his mouth to her and
drank her in with a long, slow kiss that made her sigh into his mouth. Drawing
back, he laid his cheek against her breasts and continued his movement inside
his lover�s paradise.

Soon, Bulma felt the slow
build-up of ecstasy reaching its peak and she pulled Vegeta up to look into his
eyes. He felt her muscles begin to knead him erratically and leaned close to
her throat, casting a longing glance to her mark. She pushed herself up,
latched her lips onto his red circle of union, and suckled it firmly. He
groaned raggedly in response and with a purr that was nearly a growl, descended
onto the juncture of her neck. His sharp teeth fit into their previous imprint
and the feeling made Bulma scream against his skin. She saw red and sank her
teeth into his flesh. Vegeta�s sex flushed with blood and he let out a loud
growl that vibrated into her body. Finally, the pair moved in a moment of
harmony and each followed the other into an abyss of pleasure. Bulma clenched
him tightly and her head fell against the pillow with a scream that came out as
a sigh. He breathed her name as his royal semen spilled into her, his vision
clouding over from their completed ritual. Spent and racked with spasms, he
removed himself from her sheath and lay beside her, gathering her into his
arms. She trembled in his embrace as the final moments of her climax left her.

When cognitive thought
returned, Bulma was the first to raise her head and gaze upon her lover�s face.
His heavy brows for once were slightly raised on his forehead. She smiled,
loving how serene the normally tensed Saiya-jin looked at this moment. As if
sensing her examination, he lifted heavy lids from his eyes and looked her way.
A smile spread over his lips and he wordlessly drew her face to his. Their kiss
surpassed the finest love. His arms pulled her close to him as she brought her
hands to his face. They pulled back to regain their breath and came together
again almost immediately, more strength in the kiss this time. Her hands ran
through his flame of dark hair and his rested on the small of her back.
Finally, they parted and simply held each other for a long time, neither saying
a word. Words weren�t needed.

�Hmm,� Bulma hummed, as if in
deep thought. Vegeta looked down at her.

�What is it?� He asked. Bulma
looked up at him, laughter dancing in her sapphire eyes.

�Maybe I should beat up Gokou
more often,� she grinned.

Vegeta threw his head against
the pillow and laughed hysterically at the memory of his former rival on the
ground, his eyes rolling about like a buffoon. Bulma giggled and snuggled into
him, sharing his amusement. His laughter crescendoed
and he hugged her tightly to his body, rubbing his face into her soft crown of
teal hair. He rocked her to and fro on the bed, tears of mirth, and of joy,
dripping into her hair.

--

�Oh come on Gokou! Lemme keep
�em! There�s no harm in it!�

Gokou whirled around to face
Muten-Roshi, the scandalous photos of Bulma crumpled in his fist. �No harm? Did
you see what happened out there? She
practically mowed the lawn with my ass! She finds out you have these and you
can bet you�ll get worse! If you�re lucky, Vegeta didn�t tell her about these
yet!�

�WHAT? You told him I had them! I had enough to worry
about if Bulma found out!� The old master yelped, his bony hands flying to his
domed head. Gokou frowned and focused his ki into his fist, burning the
pictures into ashes. Roshi gazed at the falling black dust with teary eyes.
�Aw, man! Now all I got is trashy magazines! At least Bulma had class!�

�You really need to find a different hobby Roshi-sama,�
Gokou sighed, shaking his head, blasting off to rejoin his family.

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YAY! Chapter three done! I�m glad
you guys wanted this, cause it really turned out
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