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Never Before	By : CardDragonBall Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female Views: 5314 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own DragonballZ, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Never Before
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 5
- 6
- 7
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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When
he was asleep, it actually did not look like nearly the asshole he could (and
mostly would) be when he woke up. He
actually looked rather peaceful and younger than she thought he was. Relaxed and content. (Without an obsession to be a Super Saiyan
that might one day be the death of him.)
She sat on the bed (triumphant that she had been the first to wake up
this morning) and watched him sleep.
Looked at his shoulder (which she had wrapped up with a new
anti-inflammatory cream) and found that the swelling had gone down
considerably, leaving it bruised, but probably useable. Not that he was getting his ass anywhere
near the GR today.

Tomorrow
her parents would be home and he could go right back to being an asshole
then. Until then, she was going to be a
domineering witch and command him to sit on his ass (while nobody was around to
see him do this) and rest. He seemed to
have realized this the previous night.
Because after she fed him, she had dragged him up the stairs (really,
she had just pulled on his good arm and he had decided to follow her, because
she knew as well as anyone that you could not pull a Saiyan if they did not
want to be pulled) and tucked him into her bed where she could keep an eye on
him and keep him from doing something idiotic.

Now,
in the morning, she was starting to wonder what life was going to be like for
them. He wasn�t exactly committed to
her in any way. (Other than, she
thought with a smirk, he was very fond of her breasts.) But he didn�t seem to be thinking of running
off into the wild. (Again, she thought
of poor Chichi, and wondered why that woman didn�t just move away while her
husband was gone and find someone a bit more stable to be with. Figured that sometimes love made you do
weird, weird, weird things like stay with a Saiyan that was either dead or
fighting all the damn time, and when had Gohan been conceived anyway? She couldn�t remember any specific time when
Goku had actually be around long enough to be doing�er�Chichi.) Those thoughts (thankfully) were interrupted
when Vegeta�s hand brushed her knee, and she looked at him and found that he
was watching her.

Still
lying down, and his shoulder was probably aching considerably. (Not that he would admit it.)

�Good
morning,� she said. �No training
today.� She said that cheerfully
too�and not without a certain quality of pleasure that she was even momentarily
more stubborn than he was.

�And
what else should I do?� He said this
with a bedroom type of voice (er, duh, they were in the bedroom.) Full of sultry promises and rumbling with
the last dredges of sleep.

�I
don�t know,� she said, not at all innocently.
Licked her lips. �I suppose
you�ll just have to watch daytime TV or something, won�t you?�

He
sat up, and despite herself, she found that she was impressed by just very high
his pain tolerance had to be. Because
if that was her shoulder she would be crying like a baby. He used his good hand to push himself off
the bed, and she followed him, stood up and when he moved toward the door she
grabbed him. �Oh, no, buddy. You can shower in my bathroom. I told you last night I was not going to let
you out of my sight.�

So
he shrugged. Like he didn�t give a
damn, and went into her bathroom. (Was
already nicely naked, and all his skin was sleep warm as she touched him in
passing.) Turned the shower on. Rolled his shoulder experimentally and took
the bandages off. Dropped them in her
trash and then stepped in the shower.
Didn�t even pull the door closed, (Not that she would have let him) and
she had the suspicion that he was not going to be the shy type.

He
let the water slide all over him, got his hair wet and the heat of the shower
was making the bathroom steamy. (She
thought to herself, with a giggle �is it getting hot in this room or
what.�) Then, almost without her even
realizing it, she watched him as his hand dropped down to his erection (LIKE IT
WAS SO NORMAL) and he stood there, in her shower, and stroked himself like she
wasn�t standing there watching him.

Unacceptable.

Utterly
unacceptable.

Especially
since his shoulder was hurt. That
wasn�t really an activity that he needed to be doing. So she kindly stepped into the shower with him. Saw that he was grinning�bastard�and she put
her hand over his. �Now, Vegeta,� she
said, �I told you not to use your shoulder for anything strenuous.�

�What
makes you think,� he said this even as both of their hands moved on him, �That
I was going to listen to you?�

�I
don�t know, maybe one day I expect you�ll realize that I�m just trying to
help.� She moved closer to him, blocked
the shower from hitting him and watched him looking at her, waiting to see what
she was going to do. Which was absolutely
fine, because she had the upper hand here (she giggled at that thought, and
looked down at their two hands on him.
The upper hand indeed.) �But you
won�t let me help,� she uncurled her fingers and pouted.

This
apparently made him sad. But he didn�t
really express it that much. Just a
twitch and he gave her a raised eyebrow, kept right on moving his hand on
himself. Fought with what he was going
to say, and she grinned because they both knew that if he said the wrong thing
she would leave and all the unspoken promises she offered would go to
waste. He settled on saying (what she
thought, personally he would never say): �Maybe I�d been willing to accept some
of your help.�an>

�Certainly,�
she said. Pushed his hand away. Picked up the conditioner�slippery than shampoo�and
coated her palms with it, wrapped both her hands around him and squeezed as
tight as her little womanly hands dared.
Moved her whole body as she stroked him. Saw his eyes go immediately to her chest as her breasts moved
with her. Oh yes, she had him under her
spell, even if it was just for a few moments.
Rocked and thought that there was something terribly one sided about
this whole thing as she moved her hands faster on him.

Felt
his body getting tighter, saw his fists curl up and heard the little noises he
didn�t want to make. His hips pushed
forward against hers, his teeth clenched.
He was just like a moving piece of erotic art. Unbelievable. His good
hand�the one attached the good arm and the good shoulder�wrapped around her two
hands on him and together they moved even faster. He was breathing heavily and making something between a grunt and
groan.

Interesting.

Then
he stopped, tightened his hand over hers and she felt him shiver a little as he
came. Grinned again and thought that
she had definitely won that round.
Pulled her hands back and turned into the shower to rinse off. �See, Vegeta,� she said, �Sometimes it pays
off to let others help out.� Then she
stepped out of the shower and let him finish washing without her constant
supervision.

She
went back to her bedroom and dropped her towel on the floor, laid down on the
bed and thought happy thoughts about what they could be doing for the whole
day. (Came up with some things that
made even her blush.) Didn�t even hear him
(or the shower go off) until his hand had slid up the insides of her thighs and
brushed against her. He toyed with the
damp curls for a moment, looked at her with a smirk as she gasped and grabbed
at him.

�Did
you really think that was the whole show?� he asked. Made her shiver.

�Well,
you seemed to be satisfied.� Found her traitorous legs opening up as his
fingers moved against her. Fought
against the whimper that rose from her.

�Not
nearly,� he said. And with just one arm
he picked her up, maneuvered them so he was the one on the bed with his back to
the pillows and she was sitting up on him.
(Realized that he was expressing discomfort without having to say �my
arm hurts� because this way was more accommodating to his shoulder.) Looked down and saw that even if he had been
�satisfied� before it obviously did not make a difference.

�What�s
the next part of the show?�

�You,�
he said.

And
she figured that fair was fair after all.
Lifted up and settled down onto him.
Felt him inside of her, felt how he fit perfectly, and how he somehow
had been created just for the purpose of making her pant. Thought that if he wanted a show, a show she
could certainly provide.

Shuddered
all the way down to where he was inside of her, tightened around him and heard
his gasp, then whimpered, narrowed her eyes and started to move. Leaned back, undulated against him, and felt
his hand come up to cup one of her breasts.
Moved more quickly on him, and found that she wanted more. Panted for real and one of her hands came up
to tangle in her wet hair, used her own hand to cup the bare breast�and if that
didn�t make him sit up and take notice.

Felt
his hips pushing up against hers as she moved as quickly as her little human
muscles could stand. Was making a
breathless exhaling noise with every downward thrust, looked at him, saw that
he was flushed like her and glistening in the light. Moaned for him, and said his name, let it roll out of her as she
worked toward the orgasm.

Thought
she was going to fucking explode if something more didn�t happen.

Needed
more.

(Had
she been more aware of �ki� and whatnot, she might have noticed when his
started to get stronger around her. But
she didn�t, only noticed in a distracted �that cannot be possible� sort of way
that he seemed to get harder and larger inside of her.) And he thrust against her with more
emphasis, was staring at her with the same intensity she felt. She panted, pulled on her own hair. Thought that she was going to die.

And
then he leaned shifted just the slightest bit, changed the angle just a minute
degree, and it all snapped. She
couldn�t breath or think, or do anything but feel thasanisanity. The burn of him inside of her, the hotness
as he released and she did, and thought that having this guy�s kid would
certainly kill her. Just the sex would
kill her.

But
he brought her back from that place of only feeling, touched her back soft ran ran his hand over her skin and kissed her.

She
licked her lips when he pulled back and said (with a coy grin): �Enjoy the
show?�

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Bulma: Yeah,
Geta, enjoy it?

Vegeta:
*still drooling *

Bulma: I can
see why you didn�t make it as a Prince.

Vegeta:
WHAT?!

Bulma: Oh,
you are still there. For a moment I was
concerned you had died.

Vegeta: What
did you say, woman?

Bulma: I
didn�t say �woman� I said: �Why are we
talking when we could be squeezing these lemons?�

Getarian:

*Giggling
still * I read the addendum review and
I was like o.O er? Then I read it again
and I started to laugh. Very
clever. Very clever indeed.

*Tries
to imagine what would happen if both of them implemented their plans�* I don�t think I could write that many
lemons. (Not straight ones, anyway.)

You�re
right! Goku does have IT. *Smirks *
Hide away, Vegeta, we�ll find you no matter were you are. *Grabs writing pad and grabs Goku as he IT�s
away to find Vegeta. *

Meep,
meep. Hope you go sleep. (Sleep is good.)

Jaygoose:

AHHHH! I can�t believe you wrote that either! *gasp *
Quick! Go read some slash! (But on a �serious� note, sadly Goku will not
be getting any in this fic. Which is
truly amazing because he is my favorite character and he�s barely even in
here.)

PixelGoddess:

*looks
ashamed. * You know I am going to
review the others. I swear. I will.
I�ve read a few. Been looking at
Maintaining and thinking of spending a while to read it but thus far have been unfortunately
occupied. (Perhaps today or this
Saturday.)
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