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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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- 4-4
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- 10-10--the END
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Stupid Obsessions 6:

It was almost a mistake that she said his other name. Kakarot. A mistake of the tongue as she watched Vegeta's face, and his arms as they flexed, held him where he was, there pressed against Kakarot, the spread of his thighs and his stomach. It had seemed right, in that moment, Goku had seemed more like Kakarot then than he had ever in her memory. But she bit her lip when she said it, looked at him, watched Vegeta give her that 'Oh-ho-ho' look that he did when she did something that he taught her.

Goku stared at her, his black eyes were wide for a moment and then there was a short nod, an acceptance as he moved his hand down Vegeta's chest to his waist again, pressed his palm there and leaned against his body, shifted on his knees and moved with more force.

She looked at Vegeta again, at his closed eyes, the downward tilt of his head, and the way his fingers curled against the wall, put her hand on his neck, felt the heat of his skin.

Their heat. The saiyan thing. The glow of skin against skin, the sound of Goku's breaths just behind Vegeta and the bed creaked as Vegeta moved up with the thrust into him, he choked a grunt back. She'd never made him scream, but Goku could do it--Kakarot could do it.

Vegeta's teeth were bright white in the growing dimmness of the room. She moved her hands down, over his sides, sliding on the sweat and to his hips, to his legs, and Goku reached forward around him, pushed her hands away. "Move," is what he said to her--a short quick command and she moved like he said, his arm curled around Vegeta's chest, his hand on the slick shoulder, pulled him back, Vegeta jerked, his body tightened down and reacted with the fight-impulse, but Goku dropped him down on the bed again, so he was kneeling with his palms pressed against the bed. Vegeta growled, pushed back, but Goku ignored him, lifted his hand up to his mouth and licked it, dropped it under Vegeta and wrapped his big hand around Vegeta's erection.

"Let it happen, Vegeta," Goku whispered to him, she heard his voice and it made her shiver, she laid next to Vegeta so she could see his face and Goku made a little purring noise as he started to move again, driving into Vegeta deep but still slow.

"Oh fuck," she said breathlessly.

Vegeta's arms shook, his mouth was open and he was clenching his teeth, little garbled noises in his throat but held back by the endless (and useless) will of the Saiyan royalty. Goku's arm was moving against his side steadily and she pushed the pillows out of her way and laid her head flat on the bed so she could watch the hand move on Vegeta. Saw him looking at her--Vegeta looking at her--and whimpered.

"Come on, Kakarot," she said, low in her throat, a barely whispered sigh in the room.

Goku thrust forward, Vegeta gasped--she heard his voice, heard the sound of him and the feeling in it, the spike of pleasure the need, the expression of want and it was amazing, she clenched her thighs together and whimpered again, watched Vegeta's arms give out and he landed on his elbows on the bed. His mouth was hanging wide open now and he clawed at the bed as Goku thrust into him faster now.

The noises. Like the first sound broke the damn or something, because Vegeta was gasping and moaning, whining in his throat, and shaking with every piston of Goku's hips. Her heart beat fast and hard, and she reached out to run her hand over Vegeta's skin, heard his groan when she touched him and Goku smacked her hand. Both his hands were holding Vegeta still as he pounded into him harder and faster.

"Fuck," Vegeta gasped, his eyes closed.

Energy crackled in the room, the bed shook and the clothes on the floor were lifted up like an updraft, spun around in erratic little dances, the dresser shook the mirror on the closet door cracked and Goku was glowing, his hair was standing straight up. The heat was almost painful and Vegeta was screaming--as close to it as he would ever get.

Goku looked at her, and she nodded, he jerked one last time and Vegeta shuddered hard and came, collapsed onto the bed and Goku moved out from behind him, laid down on Vegeta's other side, rolled him onto his side and kissed his neck, his throat, his collarbone, Bulma put her hands on him, touched every part of him she could reach and Vegeta just panted for breath.

He turned his head, looked at her, swallowed hard and she understood. That look was praise. Because Kakarot had proven himself one more time to the Saiyan Prince.

"Okay?" Goku asked, looked at her before turning his attention back to Vegeta.

"Oh--good." she said.

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Vegeta fell asleep. Goku figured he would, that's why he petted him, touched him everywhere real slow and soft, made him feel warm and comfortable. Bulma shifted on the otherside of Vegeta and got off the bed. He moved to. He was hungry anyway. Vegeta would be asleep for a while (well--he didn't know that for sure, but Chichi had always slept for a while.) So he picked his pants up off the floor again and pulled them on, went into the bathroom (where Bulma was rinsing off her skin and he picked up a towel, soaked it in cool water and washed off his chest and waist and arms.

Bulma pulled on clothes again (the same ones she had taken off in his presence twice today) and followed him downstairs to the kitchen. Once there, she sat on one of the stools that stood next to the center island and watched him raid her fridge again. "So--" she said when he wasn't looking at her, "How'd you get Gohan and Goten?"

"Uh--a lot of work." He pulled out a container full of rice and set it on the counter. She looked at him like she was waiting for an explanation of his statement, but really, it wasn't that interesting. "Chichi really liked it," he said helpfully. Then he set to devouring the food. (Growing boy and all that. Chichi used to feed him between bouts of sex just so she could rest--she said. So he got used to a food intermission.)

"You know Vegeta doesn't sleep very often."

"Really?" That didn't really surprise him. Vegeta would probably think that sleeping was a sign of weakness or something. And now that Goku was responsible for putting him to sleep, Vegeta would probably dislike him for that too. Displaying another weakness in the perfect armor of the Prince and all that.

Bulma sighed.

The back door opened and Trunks came into the kitchen again. He leaned against the kitchen island and looked at them. "Where's dad?"

"Sleeping," Bulma answered.

"In the middle of the day?" He said this like it was a miracle, and then he looked at Goku and seemed to be pretty damn impressed by this turn of events. Which--okay--but he didn't think it was such a big deal. People slept all the time. "I told Goten but he didn't believe me."

Goku put the lid back on the dish and dropped it in the sink. Bulma moved up next to him and got herself a cup of water from the sink. Amazingly, she drank it all in one long gulp and standing there, watching her throat swallow like that, he was starting to think back to the bedroom upstairs. She looked at him out of the corner of her eye and winked at him when she put the glass down.

"I have this feeling something gross just happened," Trunks said. "I'm going to stay with Goten tonight." Then he left to go get whatever he had appeared to get in the first place.

Bulma licked her lips and Goku started to wonder just how long his best friend had been a nymphomanic without his knowledge. He always sort of thought that she must really like sex (especially since future Trunks came back and explained that whole 'passion thing--you understand' to him) but wow. A big all-capital letters WOW.

But she didn't follow up on that wink or anything. She just reached into the drawer next to the sink and pulled out a rag like everything was peachy-normal and ran water on it. He pouted while she did this and figured that it was probably better not to try and do anything in the kitchen (or without Vegeta) anyway.

Trunks ran past them as he went out the door and yelled: "Have fun bye!" The door slammed and Goku found that he was now pressed up against the fridge (one of his favorite places) and his pants were being untied.

Bulma used the rag he had been pouting about just seconds before to wash his erection clean and then it dropped to the floor like his pants and she went down too, kissed his chest and dropped down to her knees. He looked down and bit his lip.

"If I cut off his feet," Vegeta said as he stumbled into the kitchen and took Bulma's former place on the stool, "That kid might learn to be quiet." He propped his chin in his hand and looked right at him as Bulma leaned forward and ran her tongue over his erection.

It was indecent. Goku grinned. Sex in the kitchen. Chichi would have died.

Bulma breathed against him and he shivered, looked down at her as her mouth opened and she took him in. Feeling it was great, but watching her do it was better. He reached down and pushed the hair away from her face so he could see her better, and felt the moan in his chest as she wiggled on her knees and adjusted her height so she could suck on him.

Across the room, Vegeta yawned, picked a package of crackers out of the drawer on the island and started eating them. Goku looked at him for a moment with utter disbelief. As if this situation was so normal it called for salty snack-food. Vegeta caught him looking and said: "Pay attention to her..."

Bulma pinched him. Pinched the inside of his tight with her fingernails and it hurt he jerked away from the sharp pain and Bulma lifted her face away from him and looked up, frowned at him.

"Told you," Vegeta said. And he smirked. Ate another cracker.

"Uh...sorry?" He reached down and picked Bulma up, she curled into his arms and he held her against him, she kissed him and he sucked on her tongue, felt her teeth on his mouth and she pulled her skirt up around her waist, opened her legs against him. Goku shifted her lower and she used her hand to guide him into her body. Her mouth fell away from his, her head dropped and she sucked on his collarbone.

Across the room, Vegeta ate another cracker.

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Goku: Check me out--I'm such a sexaholic.

Bulma: I can't believe you know what nymphomanic means. *stunned*

Vegeta: These are really, really good crackers.

Others: *O.o*
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