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Stupid Obsessions	By : CardDragonBall Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female Views: 6769 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Stupid Obsessions
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- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10--the END
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Stupid Obsessions 4

Honestly, Chichi had always told her that Goku had an amazing stamina--and thinking back to all of his epic battles she supposed that in a way she believed Chichi. Not really. Not in the 'oh my Kami no human would be able to do that' sort of way. She was on her knees on the bed, looking at Goku while Vegeta pushed himself up to sit at her side, and even if he wasn't going to say it she knew as well as he did that they might have gotten themselves into trouble.

Or not trouble.

Goku was just watching them, eyes round and childlike as he moved from kneeling to sitting on the bed with his legs crossed in front of him. He leaned forward, put his elbows on his knees and licked his lips. "...was that all?"

She was starting to think maybe three people weren't enough. Maybe they should go find someone else to help out here. Bulma turned her head and looked at Vegeta, saw him move across the bed toward Goku, watched him curl his hands in the dark hair and pull the larger face up to kiss him, heard the eager little noise Goku made and watched the slightly paler hands go around Vegeta's back.

It was Goku that moved first though, she saw the way his hand dug into Vegeta's skin and the stiffness of his back as he pulled back and sucked in a breath. "Hey," he said, "I'm still not being on the bottom..."

Vegeta growled. It was an honest-to-kami growl.

Bulma moved instinctively and climbed into Goku's lap next to Vegeta, looked at the two of them while they glared back and forth. "Boys," she said, frowned at them until they looked at her, "Play nice." It might be a nice thing to see a full out fist-fight between the two of them once in a while but this was her bedroom, and she was not going to have her belongings destroyed because the last two full-blooded Saiyans had dominance issues.

"Bulma wants it," Vegeta said--not in his 'I am the Mighty Prince' voice but in the lower voice, the one that was always on the edge of growling, rolling out of his chest and throat, the purring voice that made her shiver when he used it and Goku's hand on her back was suddenly very warm and not quite in the right place. "Ask her. She wants to see you getting fucked."

Like that was going to work. But Goku turned and looked at her, and there was a slight breaking in his eyes, like this idea had never occurred to him before. "Why?" he asked, and his voice was low too, he shifted and she was straddling his leg, found her hips rocking agianst him as he looked at her.

"Watch," Vegeta said, reached over to her, between her legs and his fingers slid against her, she felt his thumb against her and gasped, bit her lip, dropped one hand down to grab his wrist and the other grabbed Goku's shoulder as she gasped. Watched her best friend lick his lips and watch. She whimpered, tilted her head back and rolled her hips down against Vegeta's hand and Goku's leg and tipped her head forward, felt her wet hair against his face and her mouth was open--panting, she dug her fingernails into Vegeta's skin and he slipped his fingers inside of her, moving against her with practiced ease.

Goku was breathing hard, she felt it against her face as she looked up at him again. The hand on her back moved down, splayed against her and rocked her harder against Vegeta's fingers. Goku was whining, and her vision went spotty, she tipped her head to the side and saw Vegeta's grin as she moaned and her legs started to quiver, she moved restlessly, jerked agianst him and whined.

Vegeta pulled away, moved off Goku's other leg and leaned up so he was right next to Goku's ear and said: "Now fuck her." She nodded fast at that, felt herself lifted up and pushed back, the covers against her shoulders and the hands holding her hips up, her legs opened, quivering thighs agianst Goku as he moved back inside of her, throbbing hard and hot and she bit her lip hard enough to draw blood, groaned and scratched his skin as he moved. His weight was different than Vegeta's he was taller and he moved deep and slow, one arm supporting his waist and the other moved between them to cup her breasts again, strong fingers kneaded her and she thrust back against him.

"Harder, Kakarot, she won't break."

And Goku complied, moved faster inside of her, made her want to scream but she couldn't even breath. Vegeta was watching her, she saw him, sitting there with that smirk on his face--satisfied little grin because he was going to get exactly what he wanted. Not that it mattered, she clawed Goku's back again and shuddered against him, felt the rush and the flash of the orgasm as it took over all her senses and it was mouth on hers that brought her back from the place where she couldn't breath or see just feel.

But he was still hard inside of her. She shook her head breathlessly. "Damn boy."

He cracked a grin. Then turned his head, looked at Vegeta, back down at Bulma. "Do you really want to...watch me?"

She nodded, felt him pull away, he sat back on his knees again and bit his lip. There was definitely hesitancy there still, Goku ran his hand up his own thigh subconsciously and she sat up, pulled her legs up so he could move if he wanted to and said: "I want to see Vegeta too."

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He loved Bulma or he would have flash-fried her right there. But he had done her part, she was working hers now, looking at the baka from where she was leaning back against the pillows, knees pulled open and spread, with Kakarot's handprints on her skin.

"Why me first?" Kakarot asked.

Bulma leaned forward, curled her legs down, moved up to him, ran her hand down his chest, over his belly and to his erection--damn idiot had amazing stamina--curled her fingers around him and breathed agianst his neck. Kakarot closed his eyes and his mouth opened just slightly, breath panted a little harder. "You saw what he did to me...that was just with his fingers..."

Fighting would have been easier.

Kakarot opened his eyes again, looked at Bulma. His hips moved forward against her hand and she sucked in a little breath for his benefit, pressed her breasts against his arm and chest.

"Fine," Kakarot panted.

Good. Vegeta reached across the bed, grabbed his arm and dragged Kakarot back over to him, turned him over and shoved him down on the bed so he was flat on his back, watched the long legs part around him.

Bulma moved so she was laying at the baka's side, handed Vegeta the lube from the side table and he uncapped it, watched Kakarot watch him. Bulma dragged pillows down from the head of the bed and Vegeta lifted the larger hips up so she could push the pillows under.

"I feel like a taco," Kakarot mumbled. Bulma turned her attention back to him, ran her perfectly polish fingernails over his chest and kissed him while Vegeta covered his fingers and erection with the slippery musky-scented oil. It was unbelievable how hard he was, how heavy his erection felt and the tightness in his jaw as he considered what he was about to do. He pushed the thighs up out of his way, moved his hand down and pressed his fingers against Kakarot, sucked a little breath and rubbed the oil there, to slick the way before he pushed in.

Bulma moved back, turned to look at him, and Kakarot was watching Vegeta's face when the finger slipped in. Then another, and he rolled them around inside the heat of the other Saiyan's body, thrust with them shallowly, felt the shake in the thighs that were open around him, the wideness of Kakarot's eyes and the dryness of his lips.

He pulled his fingers out, leaned forward, one hand holding his erection in place and the other pressing to the bed to support his weight, watched the wide black eyes under him as he rolled his hips forward and sank in past the tightness of the opening, down into Kakarot, down into the third class Super Saiyan baka that had always managed to be better than him. Felt his own mouth fall open as he tried to breath but he couldn't. Legs flexed against him, instinctively went around his back and pulled him in so he was buried inside of Kakarot.

"Oh..." Bulma whispered but he didn't look at her. It took enough concentration just to keep his eyes open as he pulled out and pushed back in, felt the slide and the clenching heat of Kakarot's body around him, the quiver of his muscles.

"Vegeta," Kakarot panted--PANTED. HIS NAME. Fucker. Panting like that, making him shiver at the sound of his stupid voice and he rolled his head back, arched his back and groaned, whimpered, moaned, rolled against him, jerked and shook his head.

"Don't hurt him..." Bulma said but he couldn't really hear her. He was moving deep inside of the body under him, probing deeper and harder, the heat between them was unbelievable, he felt the spark in the air, the shuddering press of power and Kakarot was biting his lip as he jerked back against him, rubbing his erection against Vegeta's stomach, reaching up and pulling him down tighter against his body, and his legs were urging him deeper, panting and trying to say his name but he Vegeta couldn't understand the whimpering urgings.

"Fuck," Bulma said again, "...harder Vegeta."

So much for don't hurt him.

Kakarot's face was twisted in pleasure or pain, his whole body was taut and his big hands were grabbing at him, trying to bring him farther into his body, crush him tighter to the sweat-slicked skin. "Ve-ge-ta" he gasped, jerked against him spastically.

He stopped, tried to breath as his head spun and Kakarot was trying to catch his breath, Bulma made a little sobbing noise and he turned his head to look at her, sitting there with her legs open, watching the two of them. A smile spread across his face, he looked down at Kakarot, saw the need in his eyes and breathed hard, leaned up, bent the larger body a little further, kissed the baka again his tongue in the open mouth and then pulled back.

It didn't take much anymore to be a super saiyan--only the thought--and he felt the blue-white flash all around him, heard the cry that came from Kakarot as he grew inside of him and the ki rippled straight through his skin and rubbed inside of the baka's body until he had his hand curled in his own hair as he tried desperately to thrust back against Vegeta.

It was a brilliant victory. Kakarot begging under him.

He moved again, deep and hard. Moved hard enough the bed was shaking and Kakarot shook his head back and forth frantically as Vegeta thrust into him and slid against his erection, there was flash of energy, an influx of power and then the wash of heat against his stomach, the clench of the body around his erection, and he gasped as he filled Kakarot with his release in response.

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Bulma: Vegeta, were you a pimp on your home planet?

Goku: *pout* I said no BOTTOM!

Vegeta: Oh, shut up. You liked it.

Bulma: I liked it. *hides the video camera*

Goku: I feel manipulated.
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