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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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Flashpoint

Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Ball Z. Toriyama and Toei and
Funimation do. This is fan fiction. Don�t sue me! I don't get paid for this.

Rated NC 18 for adult stuff. You've been warned. LEMON!

***

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.

"Dare desu ka??" 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.

***

Vegeta enjoyed the taste of the woman�s saliva. He growled
into a purr, pressing her flat under his body. Bulma whimpered as he slid his
fingers into her vagina, thrusting in and out. It was obvious he wanted her
again, and she felt a hot flush of arousal instantly cause her to wet his
fingers.

"Perfect timing wouldn't you say?" he said, voice
deep and hoarse with his own desire. "I want you again� and I won't take
no for an answer�"

"How can I refuse the Saiyan no Ouji's command,"
she gasped, wincing at how cheesy it sounded. However Vegeta seemed pleased
because he rolled off just long enough to thrust himself deeply inside her.
Still he kept a finger between them, holding the majority of his weight off
with one hand braced to the side of her shoulder. She raised her arms to loop
around his neck, leaning up to kiss him as he thrust a few times explanatively.

"Good girl," he murmured, nipping at her lip. She
spread her thighs, groaning at the aching void his cock filled. Tightly
sheathing him, she could barely move her hips as his weight pressed down from
above. It dawned on her that she was closely joined to someone who normally
pissed her off. Now in the space of twelve hours they were in bed together,
fused intimately as man and woman could be.

Bulma didn't' want to question it because she felt so damn
good. Power surged beneath his skin, and she felt the blue energies spreading
from the base of his hips and inundating her. "Don't refuse my energy,
girl," he growled as she shivered. "You'll need it."

"Mmm, I can't wait�" she laughed, leaning up to
kiss him again. He grunted through the kiss, lying on top of her with his full
weight, thrusting down. Bulma let him do so, enjoying the feel of his body
crushing her to the mattress. In reality he wasn't all that enormous. Muscular
and compact, still heavy, yet comfortable without crushing her. Perhaps he
weighted two hundred pounds tops, and it was all solid muscle and dense bones
adapted to ten times earth gravity.

"Shimatta," Vegeta cursed, lifting his head and
removing his lips from hers.

"What?" she asked, as he remained deeply buried
inside her.

"Damn loser can't keep his mouth shut," Vegeta
cursed, hearing giggling and loud gasps from next-door. Savagely he thrust
down, causing Bulma to cry out loud. Although she tried to stifle it, Vegeta
whispered encouragement. "Why not make as much noise as he is? After all,
it's your house, isn�t it?"

"You'd never admit THAT before," she groaned. Vegeta
thrust again, causing her to scream and be unable to stifle it.

"Ohh, yes� I� Dende!" she screamed.

Next door Vegeta heard Yamucha's loud groan, "Oh Baby,
cum for me, yes� Shasta honey�OOHH yes�"

"Come on woman, give it to me," Vegeta snarled
against her neck, thrusting ever faster. Bulma's head tossed back and forth
with the renewed thrusts of his cock slamming through a well lubricated tight
channel. He rolled her over so she could be astride his hips, and lean down
with her hands braced on his chest. Sobbing she shuddered spasmodically,
feeling the blue lightening crackling in his hair.

"Vegeta� what's happening�" she moaned, shuddering
as his aura flared around her. Blue hair stood on end, her eyes glowing a
bright white hot blue as Vegeta tugged his gloves off and threw them down.

"Go with it," he growled, bracing himself on his
elbows and then reaching up to threat her fingers through him. Up and down her
hips moved to his thrusts, her breasts rubbing against his chest. His loud
snarl blended into Saiyan tongue, muttering oaths that were intertwined with
things she recalled him saying in the Gravity Chamber when he was angry.

"YamiIIIIII!" screamed a female voice, even more
piercing then Bulma's.

"Vegeta!" Bulma screamed,
unable to find another word to express the mind shattering orgasm pounding
through her entire being.

"That's my girl," Vegeta gasped, tensing. He
roared loudly, emptying his essence yet again into her. Savagely he raked her
shoulder with his teeth, causing her to scream and cry.

"Why did you do that?" she sobbed, pulling away.

"Because I like you, baka woman," he grumbled,
licking his lips. Blood coagulated, leaving a nasty bite mark the side and
shape of his teeth on her shoulder.

"You WHAT?" she asked.

"It's nothing! Never you mind!" Vegeta snapped,
flushing with embarrassment. Bulma saw his face bright red, and giggled at the
awkward glance he gave her with those bottomless eyes. Rolling over, he
untangled himself from her and turned her over so she was pressed with her back
to his front. Around her chest he hugged her tightly to himself.

"What the hell did you do� that's going to leave a
NASTY mark�?''

"So? You enjoyed what happened before it did you
not?" he snorted.

"It's okay� I'm sorry, I'll shut up now," Bulma
shivered.

"Good. See that you do. We'll both require nourishment
after this, after we rest a moment," Vegeta mumbled into her neck. He drew
his nose over it, and crushed her close to his sweaty body. Her heart pounded
with nervousness at what it all meant, but then she realized it must have been
yet another diversion. For a moment she choked, and then Vegeta felt the
tension.

"Relax, girl, we shall shower first. I'm not entirely
finished yet� far from it," he growled, giving her backside a swat.

"I hope to hell not bud," she gasped, stumbling as
he pushed her out of bed. "HEY!"

"Up with your ass, girl, and get the shower and drying
cloths ready," he urged. Bulma stumbled and groaned in pain, but was
steadied a moment later by his hand.

"Humph I suppose you'll require MY help, then� was it a
bit too much for you?"

"Shut up jerk," she growled back, but Vegeta
smirked in response.

"Come on woman, into the shower with you!" he
barked, grabbing her up effortlessly and swinging her over his shoulder. A few
sharp slaps to her behind and Bulma was speechless and unable to think straight.
In the shower he lowered her to sit on the edge of the steam chamber.

"Well, turn it on will you?" he said. Bulma felt
his hand pull her up and grip her hip so she could adjust the water to
something she liked. Having him this close was making her hot and nervous,
unable to form coherent thoughts. Especially when he was stark naked in
daylight. Scars traced over his back and chest, and she found it difficult to
tear her eyes away.

Vegeta didn't seem to mind, for he grabbed several bottles
and snorted, handing the least floral scented towards her. "Don't just sit
there gawking woman, wash my hair�"

"Your wish is my command, master," she snorted
indignantly. "Damn you're so fucking demanding!"

"Do as you're told, or you'll get another
spanking," he snickered. Bulma snorted and lathered her hands with soap,
plunging them into his hair as he tipped his head back. He remained stiffly at
attention, rocking his head to allow her to touch him. A few suds cascaded down
his back, running through the cleft in his tight ass. She began to lather up a
scrub brush to chase them away.

"Continue," Vegeta said in a hoarse grunt.
Snorting outwardly, she was thrilled he was letting her touch him in such a
manner. Up and down his spine she scrubbed sensually, and then diverged around
to his chest. He remained rigid, grunting in assent that he was satisfied with
her progress. Still shakily she stumbled and landed against his back. Vegeta
turned in her arms and sat her down on the ledge again. Grumbling he grabbed
the soap and began to wash her body in term.

"Um� thanks�" she said, at a loss for words. He
grunted an intelligible reply, daring her not to speak. Whatever she was going
to say she bit her tongue, seeing his warning stern glance. Spreading her legs
he soaped her intimate places, washing with a steady precision. Then he lathered
his hands with her favorite shampoo to wash her hair. She closed her eyes and
let him scrub with firm strokes, laying her face in his shoulder.

Bruises marked her hips and that awful bite mark graced her
whole right shoulder. Strangely she didn�t feel bad at all. In fact she felt
far better then she had in years. Apart from the tingle of his invasion, she
was soon able to stand on shaky legs to help him finish his own bath. Vegeta was
the first to step out, and he threw her a towel. Wordlessly she started to dry
his back. He gave an impatient grunt and grabbed her arms.

"Hey watch it bud!" she yelled.

"Shut up and stay still girl," he grunted. She saw
his dark eyes fix her in a commanding stare she dared not disobey, and
swallowed hard. Breath hissed in and out, and a crackle of power blistered
through them both. In seconds all the water had evaporated, leaving them
pleasantly dry.

"Kuso�" she whispered, feeling her hair. "How do you do that?"

"Very carefully," he grunted. "A tiny
fraction of what it would take to kill you or a human�"
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