Never Before
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Warnings:
1.
I don’t own DBZ. (Sadly.) Otherwise I would be busy coming up with
plotlines for TV that involved smut and mayhem.
2.
I normally write slash. So this is het. (That’s a warning because I’m
not entirely sure I am as good with female parts as I am with the male
ones.) HETEROSEXUAL SEX. VEGETA and BULMA having sex and getting
all sweaty and dirty.
3.
Yep. I think that’s it. No more warnings. *sigh, sadly. *
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He
would never understand these earthlings.
Vegeta accepted that a truth.
Would never understand any of them, because they were weak and weird and
they all screamed in girly shock when something came and tried to kill
them. But this woman—really, would it
kill you to call her by her name?—before him, she, at least, he could
understand. Forgot about his throbbing
shoulder and his bleeding back as she fiddled with the buttons on her shirt,
and she knew it.
Knew
the effect she had on him, and was just enjoying it.
One
little white button slipped out of place, and another one, revealed her flat
stomach and her navel. She grinned at
him and said: “So you admit there are things I know more about than you.”
He
stood up, felt the bag of frozen vegetables—peas, he thought—slide off his
shoulder, crossed the room and pressed her back until she was up against the
kitchen island. Felt her hips flush
against his, felt her catch of breath and her breath little exhalation.
better than me.”
Another
button popped out of place, and her ribs were showing just barely.
little game, and he—not that he was going to freely admit it—was rather
enjoying it too. Hated it when women
were too simple or too easy, and had a feeling that this lady right here wasn’t
about to let him get away with shit just because he was physically strong.
Sadly,
another button lost its life, and he ran his hands up her sides, brushed his
thumbs over her soft, warm skin and she arched into it, undid the last button,
and let the open sides of the shirt hang around her chest.
breasts—god they were just the best thing in the world—and he brushed his
thumbs across the undersides, moved his other fingers to pluck at the nipples
and felt the mindless little thrust of her hips against his.
If
fighting yielded sex all the time, he would happily supply the topics to fight
over. Dropped his head down to her
perfect chest and closed his mouth over her nipple, sucked on her, and felt her
hands in his hair. Her body pressed
against him, her hips pushed forward and he would have smiled if his mouth was
not otherwise occupied.
Slid
his hand over her knee, up the insides of her thighs. Her legs parted for him, and he slipped his fingers up brushed
against the moist curls, pulled his mouth back, licked his lips.
tilted back, her blue hair just hanging around her, shamelessly panting for him
as she moved herself against his hand.
Whimpered when his fingertips brushed the opening to her body.
Slowly—insanely—she
stopped moving, whimpered as if she realized that this was the worst decision
as well, and she looked at him with bright eyes. Straightened and leaned toward him, pushed her hand inside his
pants and wrapped her hand around his erection. Squeezed him and grinned just as evilly as he had ever seen a
grin. She pulled him free of the pants
and stroked him, watched herself doing it which made it that much more
insane. He bit back the groan that rose
in his throat, but she realized that and ran her nails over the underside of
his erection, grinned right at him, and he let that groan roll out of him.
Slid
his fingers inside of her and she grit her teeth, flushed and panting—beautiful
as she grew slick with perspiration—and she moved faster against his fingers as
her hand lost rhythm and tugged on him.
“Dammit,”
she said in a breathless voice, dropped her hand away from him and leaned back
on the island, propped her elbows on it and spread her legs wider as she fought
for the leverage to push against him faster.
Looked at him with a determined will not to ask for anything more than
she was given.
Which
was fine because he loved a determined woman.
He pulled his fingers back. Trailed them up over her skirt and then
brought them to his mouth. Sucked on
them as she whimpered and bit her lip.
(Calculated how she was going to get back at him about that one.)
her knees.
Breathed
against his erection, hot moist air that made him clench his fists tight at his
side and jerk his hips without his permission.
She grinned up at him. Undid the
clasp that held her skirt in place, let it slide down, and while he was
watching, dropped her hand down to rub against herself just as he had been
doing moments ago.
Damn
that woman.
She
whimpered, and wrapped her other hand around him. Held him as she licked the tip of erection, and just the sight of
her tongue against him was enough to make him want to grab her and hold her
down while he fucked her into complete blackout—never mind the fact that he
could feel how hot her mouth was, and had to physically restrain himself from
hurting her.
Wondered
how he was still standing really.
She
closed her mouth around him, whimpered again and he closed his eyes, tried not
to feel the excruciating, delicious feeling of her all around him.
of her hand buried in her own body—was jealous of that hand—and was forced to
give in, to admit that this round, at least, she had won.
Pulled
away from her mouth, and picked her up, wrapped his arms around her, kissed her
until he had tasted every inch of her mouth, felt her legs parting around him,
pressed mindlessly against her heat and she reached between them, steadied and
guided him into her.
“Remember
the way to the couch?” she inquired—amused that she had proven her
prowess.
He
carried her to the living room, dropped her onto the couch, parted her legs
with his hands and kissed her, slid back into her and felt her tighten all
around him, felt her breath out, moan.
Touched her skin everywhere and cupped her breasts, pressed his hands to
them as he moved inside of her.
Damn
this woman.
“Ve-ge-ta,”
she breathed. Raised her arms over her
head and panted for him. Raised her
chest up and silently asked to to go back to putting his mouth to good use.
Which
was more than fine with him. He rolled
one hard nipple around with his tongue as he moved faster inside of her, felt
her quickening under him, felt her shivers and her reciprocating thrusts, felt
her whine and her need, thouthought that she was good with the foreplay but he
was better with the sex.
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Oh,
fuck him. (She was, actually it was
very nice.)
She
felt her eyes fluttering; she wanted to claw at his back—didn’t because of the
gashes—and felt his smirk against her chest as he slowed so she could ride
through the orgasm that was making it insanely hard to breath.
ticklish pleasure spark through her, and she pulled her legs up, flexed her
toes and wrapped her self around him more tightly. Felt that this way was even more insanely pleasing.
Oh,
one day she was going to figure out just what it was about him that was
so…sexy. (Because it could not be just
the Saiyan thing, Goku was a Saiyan and she didn’t want to sleep with him.)
moved deeper inside of her, moved faster now that she was breathing again, and
she had to whimper. To wonder just how
long he could keep doing this and if she was going to survive.
Oh,
but it would be a good way to go.
She
let his name roll out of her again, felt how he loved that, how he responded to
it when a double thrust into her, and smiled to herself.
work to her advantage. Because if it
would make him pliable as putty, she would just start moaning his name every time
he started to argue. Bring every
argument to a quick end, she was sure.
Just tip her head back, thrust her breast in his direction and moan out
his name in ecstasy.
Of
course, her parents might be a bit disturbed by this method.
He
moved back up to her, kissed her deeply, moved once or twice more into her and
then she felt it, the hot rush and he stilled, unknowingly whined.
should not have been put in any sort of rigorous exercise.
looked at the shoulder it was even nastier looking. And she felt like a twit and fool for actually letting him do any
of the stuff he had just done.
She
huffed and shook her head. “Back to the
kitchen,” she said. Had to help him get
back to his feet, because he couldn’t support his own weight with the arm long
enough to get his and her bodies untangled.
But once he waandianding—and his arm was hanging rather uselessly at his
side—he was perfectly fine. She rolled
her eyes and led the way back to the kitchen.
Picked her skirt up and pulled it back on—because the rest of the
Z-fighters were known for their great timing.
Fixed his pants and pulled another bag of frozen corn out of the freezer.
little kiss.
“Now
stay this time.” Excused herself to the
bathroom to get a bit more presentable, and then went to her lab and picked up
a sling. (Yeah, she had the oddest
collection of stuff.) Returned to the
kitchen and found that he was actually still sitting there like a good
boy. Fixed his arm up in the sling so
it wasn’t just hanging there and putting pressure on his shoulder.
and let this heal up?” she asked
“Hn.”
“Look,
Vegeta, nobody likes to have to admit that they’re mortal, but you are and you
can get hurt. Saiyan or not, if you
damage those nerves or muscles too much they will stop working.”
“Hn.”
“Oh,
fine!” She sneered at him and would
have smacked him upside his stubborn head, but he was already in enough pain,
so she left him be. “How about food
then? I know you didn’t eat breakfast.”
reaction to those words, a twitch of interest that meant he would definitely
like food, but wasn’t about to admit it.
“Good,” she said.
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Bu
know, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a Saiyan eat in one of Card’s fics
Vegeta:
Kakarot ate a whole cow in one.
Bulma: You’re
right. He did.
Vegeta: Not
that anyone carboutbout Kakarot.
Bulma:
Hn. You know Vegeta not everyone
is as single-minded as you.
Vegeta:
Right, some people are no-minded.
Stella:
nessness,
I update everyday. Every morning.
Shiro Ryu:
Thanks!
Makota:
“…Hey
why are you calling the cops?” STILL
laughing about that. Makes my tummy
hurt. Poor Goku.
fanficcies where he gets all the sex he wants.*
Jaygoose:
Of
course there would be banging. This is
me we’re talking about.
Getarian:
I would defend to the death that Vegeta and Trunks had a wonderful father/son
relationship after that first year, and I also know that you think he was a
good father too. But yeah, in the initial stages...) Yes, I know.
there...love that I only have to wait one day.
YEAH! *points this out to all
the folks reading Card’s fics for the first time*. SEEE?! I do update
EVERYDAY!
*Vegeta
hides in all of Card’s other fics resolute to ignore his ‘mate’ or ‘the 3rd
class moron’ or the ‘faceless it’ until Getarian’s insane plan is ignored and
he does not have to suffer through yea more delicious lemons.*
That’s
right Getariapan pan style="mso-spacerun: yes"> You let Goku know which
one of you is smarter. Instant Transmission
away PUNK! You’re still going
first. *Goku looks slightly disturbed,
as do onlookers.* Heh?
I’ll go away now…
…
…