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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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Blue Heat

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, consensual sex, and other fun stuff. LEMON
in other words! Rated NC18 for adult situations!

***

Vegeta felt her fingers tearing at his spandex workout
suit. His arms and lap full of the small
woman; he let out a labored hiss of frustration at how maddening her hands felt
on his cock. Silence filled the room as
she lay atop his body, her right hand clenched around his girth while she
probed his mouth with her soft sweet tongue.

"Mmmph," he grunted,
and she released his lips.

"What, you all right?"
she asked.

"Do get on with it�
wench," he gasped.

"Impatient, aren't we. Looks like I'm not the only spoiled brat
here," she teased.

"Stop saying asinine things and reciprocate if you're
so inclined," he grunted in frustration.
She leaned close to his ear and deposited a kiss right before the cheek
where his skin was soft. Smell and taste
were somewhat different from Yamucha and other males she'd 'made out'
with. Yet the musky scent wafting in her
nose from his sweating hard body was irresistibly male. He sat up, nudging her
off of him.

"What?"

"Move back," he mumbled, swinging his legs over
the edge of the bed so he could remove his boots. They thumped to the floor next to her
discarded sneakers, shorts, and shredded garments. Insistently she leaned over to rest her hands
lightly on his bared back, reassuring him that she did indeed want to return
the favor. Two hours ago all she wanted
was to kick his royal backside in frustration.
Now she wanted to show him how well she could please him. What did she have to prove? Anything?

His still gloved hands grabbed hers, guiding them to help
him take off his spandex workout clothes.
She squeaked with surprise at his sudden haste, and then realized the
stern look in his dark eyes would brook no opposition. "Um� okay�." She nodded. Shimmying his hips Vegeta slid out of his skintight
pants like a snake shedding its skin.
Only his gloves and the workout shorts were left, which were soon
eliminated to her amazement.

"Holy shit," she got
out.

"How interesting, you're actually at a loss for
words," he laughed, noticing her blue eyes widening at the sight of his
entire body revealed to her.

"Shimatta�" she
whispered, visually caressing those hard muscular angles with her blue
vision.

"Well, are you going to gawk at my perfection or are
you going to reciprocate, blue?" he asked impatiently. "Got nothing witty to say, ne?"

Anger sparked her eyes.
"I... I'll show you," she breathed, rolling over to scoot up
alongside where he lay with his head propped up on a bent elbow. Sliding her fingers down his smooth chest,
she massaged tanned flesh to stop teasingly short of his urgent problem.

"It's not going to bite
you, woman. Or have you never�"

"Shut up will you," she groaned, averting her
gaze. Vegeta snickered to see the blush
spread from her cheeks to her mid chest, then all over her pale white
skin. His eyes closed shut at the
contact of her fingers reaching down to caress him. Automatically she scooted down, bracing her
hands on either side of her hip to slide her lips overtop his erection.

"What are you� oh�? I see�" he murmured, feeling
her warm moist mouth containing him. Lying
back on the cushions, he raised one leg and supported her neck with a gloved
hand. Fingers twined in her blue hair,
his purr rumbling through her jaw as she sucked and swallowed him. Having difficulty taking his whole length into
her mouth, she wrapped her hand around the base while massaging velvet softness
beneath with her free hand. Vegeta
hissed with pleasure in response to her movements, letting low groans escape
his clenched teeth.

She glanced up at him, noticing the dark brows furrowed in
unabashed pleasure. He seemed to be
concentrating hard on the entire sensation, drinking each movement in. A bluish glow seemed to sparkle and crackle
her hair, causing shivers over her spine.
Intrigued, Bulma released his member from her mouth, and glanced up at
him. Dark eyes were bottomless, showing
no reflection while they stared down at her.

"Finish what you started,
Bulma," he whispered.

She started; amazed he spoke her name. "I plan on it, if you'd stop
interrupting me," she said with a chuckle, drinking in the cool royal blue
chikara crackling over his body. It was faint, but it spread to cover her flesh
as well.

"Come here, woman," he growled, reaching down and
tugging her up from his member.
"Enough teasing. It's obviously
going to take a hell of a lot more to address your problem�"

"What Problem!" she snorted. A gloved hand pressed her down into the bed
as he parted her legs with his knee.
Blue energies surged and crackled all over her body, filling it with
royal blue chikara along every square inch of her skin. The aura of power encompassed them both,
warming her shivering skin, permeating every cell.

"Take it in, woman.
Don't refuse it," Vegeta growled, voice commanding, daring her not
to disobey. Swallowing hard, she reached
up to finger his chest.

"So much� I�" she
gasped, surging with far more power than she thought was humanly possible.

"You're far too puny to continue in your present state,
woman," he purred deeply, grasping her hips and pulling them onto his
knees. "I don't want to break your
weak body with what I�m about to do�"

"Knock it off with the weak
crap!" she snapped angrily up at him.

"Infernal woman, you really don't know when to keep
your mouth shut," he clicked his tongue.
Grasping his wrists she dug her fingernails into them then tried to lean
up towards him. Yet he pressed her down with a gloved hand, and slid himself
along her inner leg.

"Kuso�" she shivered.

"Say no now, or else�
there's no going back," he growled into her neck.

"Finish what you started, your Majesty," she
growled into his ear, aching for more of his addictive blue energies. A jolt of realization and sudden elation
filled her when he placed the tip of his erection at her moist vagina, sliding
it through her moisture. Bracing her
hands at her sides, she spread herself open to receive him, not questioning why
she was letting this being mold himself to her.
All she knew that moment was that he would fill a hunger that she had
long wished to satiate.

He entered her in a savage thrust that caused her to
scream. Her legs wrapped around to cross
her ankles at the base of his spine.
Vegeta gave three hard thrusts, raising his chikara level to spread
between them. A once puny ki sang with
orders of magnitude more energy then she had ever experienced, stepping it up
to a level she could contain.

"Damn Vegeta�" she whimpered, shivering at the
force of his entry. Spasmodically she
shook in his arms, feeling herself coming from his mere presence inside her
alone. Grabbing her hips with gloved
hands he let her ride out her first orgasm, and then he began to plunge in and
out at a steady pace. Desperately she
rose to meet him, struggling to show him what she wanted as well. His lips thirsted for the taste of hers, so
he allowed her to lean up and meet his lips to hers. Her tongue thrust up to duplicate what his
rocking pelvis was doing below.

"Give me your pleasure
woman," he snarled, releasing her lips swollen with an intense kiss.

"I� ohhh� don't stop� don't
stop� please!" she cried out.

"I don't plan on it," he gasped, drenching her
with his sweat. Bulma cried out at
another wave, clenching spasmodically on him.
Yet he was as hard as ever. With
a sudden mischievous grin he stopped cold.

"Hey� what's the big idea!"
she protested.

"Ask me. Ask my
nicely, woman," he purred against her neck, hard and deeply impaling
her. She couldn't rock her body because
he secured her under himself with a viselike grip.

"Vegeta� your majesty� please�" she gasped, tears
in her eyes because she had not felt such a high from any thing yet before. Every nerve ending was afire with hunger. A hunger that he had overwhelmingly
filled. IT struck her how like a drug he
had become.

"I didn't hear you,
woman," he growled.

"Your majesty� please� I
need� more� I need� you�"

"Better," he laughed his voice smooth like dark
silk. It amused him to see her gasping
and pleading for him. Not so much
because he wanted her at his mercy, but because she needed him and gave him her
undivided attention.

"Oh� oh� yes� oh� dende�" she moaned, with each
thrust home. Vegeta's laugh pealed in
her ears, before he fused his lips to hers and showed her how much he could
learn of the 'face sucking' custom.

Blue energies flared blinding white. Bulma cried out, shaking along with the
Prince as he tensed and stabbed his deepest.
Soft flesh molded to hard muscle, and she became part of the chikara
supernova. Squeezing open an eye she saw
Vegeta's spiked hair standing on end with indigo flames, while her own curly
mass seemed to stand straight on end.

"Ahhh� woman I�" he managed to snarl, burying the
rest in her shoulder. A hot spurt of
molten fire gushed from his body to hers, filling her with his
ejaculation. A momentary burst of fear
spread through her, and then she remembered she was still taking those birth
control pills although she was no longer active with what's his name. It dawned on her the next second that she had
forgotten everything except the name of the Saiyan no Ouji who had just swamped
her with a mind numbing orgasm to top all other highs of her life.

In rock solid arms she shivered and whimpered, trembling
weak like a kitten. Vegeta bound her to
his body possessively, rolling on his side to tangle his muscular thighs in
hers. Her breasts were pressed flat to his
pectorals, while her arms were trapped around his neck. Against her cheek his hot breath panted. Both their hearts pounded with a marathon
thump. Only the sound of his breath and
the blood pumping in her ears in a mad rush could be heard.

"Awesome," she
mumbled.

"But of course," he
said, voice thick with sated desire.
"What did you expect? A sub
standard�"

"Vegeta� shut up�" she
whispered.

"Make me, woman," he snickered. Bulma leaned forwards and captured his mouth
in a delicious kiss. Moaning softly she
tasted herself yet again in his spicy flavor rolling over both their tongues.

***

Much later, Bulma stretched.
A male chest rose and fell against hers.
Vegeta heard a tinkle of high-pitched laughter echoing with staggering
footsteps. A feminine voice called out a
name, before it was hushed out.
"Yami�"

"Shh baby� I don't think
she's home� we'd better keep it down�" whispered a familiar voice.

"Nani?" Vegeta mumbled, lifting his head from the
pillow. Twisted and tangled with the
woman, he was resting comfortably till that baka had aroused him.

A few more footsteps vibrated the floor, stopping somewhere
down the hall. A goofy laugh echoed,
followed by a low moaning contact of flesh on flesh. Small sucking and smacking sounds indicated
what two beings were up to. Smugly Vegeta
gathered Bulma closer to him, listening to the couple speaking in hushed whispers.

"Are you SURE we won't be
disturbed here, Yami baby?" the girl tittered.

"That's the fun.
You don't know WHO might come in when�" Yamucha laughed, slurring a
bit. There came a clink as something glass dropped from his hand, and a thump
as a body landed against a wall. Keys clicked
in a lock, and then a small electronic whiz preceded a hissing whoosh of a
sliding door. Another loud thump told
him that Yamucha had collapsed headlong on the floor of his room with his arms
full of woman.

"Mmm, boku wa dare?"
Bulma mumbled, stirring in his arms.

"Go back to sleep woman,"
Vegeta mumbled, kissing her forehead.

"I thought I heard something,"
she mumbled, blinking up at him.

"Nothing of importance,"
Vegeta said, pulling her into his arms again.
"Go to sleep."

She yawned, and then blinked across at the face resting next
to hers on the pillow. It was still dim,
and she could swear she heard Yamucha laughing somewhere down the hall. What followed it jolted her out of sleep.

"Oh Yami� you're the MASTER!"
echoed a high pitched scream.

"Nani� what the�" she blinked,
jerking against the muscular arms that held her down against a hard body.

"Stupid fucking clown, can't
he shut the hell up," a rough voice grated next to her.

"Oh baby, oh baby� oh�" Yamucha groaned. The sounds of springs squeaked, and caused
her to flush with utter embarrassment.

"I'm going to kill him,"
she grumbled, squirming against her companion.

"Let me," Vegeta answered. Bulma jolted more completely awake, giving a started
gasp as she saw who she was in bed with.

"Uh� be my guest," she said, sitting up as Vegeta
released her. He gave her a smirk, which
made her want to smack him at that moment.

"I do as I please, woman,"
he snorted mildly. "Besides, I'm not
finished here�"

"Oh really?" she asked,
surprised as he brushed a lock of hair out of her sweaty face.

"You're just about to say something utterly stupid that
will make you seem like an idiot. I can't
have THAT can I? Not after all my hard
work," he taunted her.

"Baka�" she got out before
he grabbed her with a gloved hand and pulled her down for a kiss.

For a time their tongues tasted one another, and their
breaths mingled. Sharp teeth lightly nipped her tongue, before continuing to
move in small circles. IT seemed she
couldn't get enough of his taste, touch, and smell. Now she knew she was hooked for life. That
blue heat was the only thing that could warm her, and she had a taste of
it. After this, she wanted as much as
she could, even if it meant she might be burned by it.

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