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I'll be your woman	By : Vegetaswriter Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female > Vegeta/Bulma Views: 6945 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 6

          Bulma found herself on her feet before she could process he had moved from the sky. David on the other hand had proved her theory right; he scrambled away, frighten like a mouse. She felt his harsh heated breath behind her, holding her shoulders tightly, pressing his powerful chest upon her back; his hips nestled perfectly to her rump. She felt herself become weak, her womanhood aflame with lust.

            “Are you proud of yourself woman?” His growl reverberated throughout her body, shaking her very core. His voice was a symphony of the devil himself, dark, gravely, and deep giving her silent promises. She could speak, instead her low whine being the only thing telling him her desires. What ever happen to her fire, her pride? “You have been gallivanting around flaunting yourself to me, and then like the harlot you are switching your attentions to another. Do you believe me ignorant? You think I wouldn’t know?” Another whine escaped her lips when his heated hand stroked the length of her arm. “I should be training you know, should become stronger to kill your precious Kakarot once I defeat those bucket of bolts, and yet here you are, tempting me, goading me into bedding you. What would your friends say if they knew?” He ran his nose up the nape of her neck, scenting her powerful need. “Such a dirty woman you are. I smelt you a mile away, your excitement.” He licked her nape, making her body slump, giving her the burden of her weight. “Your desire to belong to the Prince of all Saiyans is fascinating. Is your need to belong to me that great woman? To a point where you made such an awful plot to gain me?”

            Bulma groaned gently, yes she did, yes she wanted him more than air itself. She had tortured herself for so long fantasying of this moment where he held her, touched her, wanted her. Now that she has his attention she will keep it. But her smug wouldn’t stay dormant for long. With a devilish smirk she gave him a sideway glanced. “You’re here, my plan couldn’t have been that bad.” As soon as the words left her mouth she was released to fall against the cool sand below, immediately she regretted her words. Vegeta was a man where everything had to be under his control, and his rules.

            “It seems your need isn’t that great.” Vegeta moved to leave the woman behind.

            “Wait! Please wait, I’ll do anything Vegeta.” She sat up pleading to him with her eyes. “I’ll be anything you want.”

            Vegeta hid his smirk; victory. The silly woman had played into his own plots, the fool hadn’t a chance against his superior intellect; after-all he was a battle stagiest, the best in the universe at that, the Earth woman had no chance. “Anything you say?”

            “Yes, anything.” Bulma crawled forward.

            “Come here woman, kneel before me and swear your subservience to me.” Vegeta turned fully watching as the woman crawled her way, smelling her heat intensify with each inch closer. That scent has been driving him crazy since this all began; he knew one day his resolve would break, but he would not be the one crawling to the woman for attention, never, his pride wouldn’t allow it. Instead he accepted the fact he would lay with the woman, but it would be on his terms; he played her like a well tuned flute.

            “I Bulm…”

            “Before you continue woman know this. Once you continue those words be well advice of your choice. You will belong to me, I will not be your mate, and you will not be my wife. You are my concubine to use whenever I choose; I have no other ties to you. You as much as look at another man with questionable intensions I will kill you. You will be my whore, and all your other inventions will halt, your sole scientific abilities will be utilized for my training. Do you understand what is expected of you?” He received a nod. “Now woman make your choice.”

            “I Bulma Briefs give myself to you, Vegeta Prince of all Saiyans as a servant to your needs.” Bulma hung her head, she knew any other levelled headed woman would have raced away by now, but within those moments she was a far cry from being levelled headed. But now she knew she had him, give her time and she will fill him, open his dark corrupted heart to love; love for her.

            “Good woman, you made the right choice.” He petted her head, like she was an obedient dog. “Stand but do not look at me. I want to inspect my property.”

            Bulma stood keeping her eyes fixated to the sand, she felt him move around her lifting her arms, stroking her curves, lifting her breast to feel the weight. Instead of feeling like a pitiful woman, her excitement grew. Her heart pounded when his hand strayed to the apex of her need. “Such a vile woman you are, I can feel your heat and moisture through your clothes. Is your need so great woman?”

            “Yes.” She moaned.

            She felt a slap against her bottom making her squeak. “That is yes your highness to you woman.”

            “Yes your highness.” She sighed in loss when his hand moved away.

            “I like you thus far, now show me some of your skills you possess. I know for certain you are not a virgin.” Vegeta weaved his hand through the blue locks that always intrigued him.

            “What does my highness wish?”

            “Never say my woman. You do not own me.” He growled.

            “What does his highness wish?” Bulma gritted her teeth, wondering what had she really gotten herself into.

            “Better, you learn quickly. Ensure you keep it as such, punishments will not be fun for you.” Vegeta purred pressing his nose to her temple. “On your knees woman, and service me with your mouth. Let me judge your talents.”

            An audible gasp left her mouth, shocked really Vegeta would ask of her to do such a thing in public, for Kami sakes there was still people around at this time of night. She stuttered her words as she tried to convince him. “Your highness, you wouldn’t want to be in a more private setting?”

            Vegeta chuckled, feeling how the woman tensed; finding her discomfort amusing. “No I do not, here woman.”

            Bulma glanced around, seeing no one currently around; hoping if she did this quickly no one would be around to witness her shame. It wasn’t as if she didn’t enjoy giving oral, she was more than happy to please the Prince this way, oral was pleasing to both parties; at time she swore she could get off from their enjoyment. Hitting the sand with her knees instantly, she reached out to the sinfully tight shorts pulling them down enough to reach in and take a hold of his sex. She looked up into his face, instantly wishing she hadn’t; his smug was near heart wrenching he looked like the cat whom drank all the cream. She concentrated on her task, feeling his flaccid manhood him her hand, closing her eyes she took him in her mouth.

            Bulma nearly gagged at first with the realization the bastard hadn’t showered after his hard day long training. He was covered in day long aged sweat his natural masculine scent was masked by the salt of his perspiration, and yet still she revelled in the fact alone his manhood was in her mouth hardening under her tender care; the fact that this was a public area became lost, he alone dominating her thoughts.

            She sucked away all the sweat, never breaking the stride she created; it began to become more difficult to reach the base of his sex with her mouth; he was a grower. She used her hand to stroke the neglected flesh, she felt him shudder and her efforts grew. She moaned the moment she tasted his pre-cum, it was a powerful taste; addicting. She tired to place the taste, to give it an comparison; but how could you give an comparison to an alien man?

            Vegeta tilted his head watching the woman work below him, to describe his victory was impossible, the high, the rush of his victory nearly blew him away. Here this ‘dignified’ woman begging for him, throwing away all her social status to please him. Him a dethroned evil orphan of the universe, destroyer of worlds, and mass manipulator.

            His acute hearing picked up the sounds of stifled chuckles and gasps from the far away observers, he groaned his pleasure; heightened by their audience. His groan turned to a growl when he felt the woman below hum her joy around his steel flesh, his impending climax coming quickly. He held her head close, keeping her lips locked around his flesh as he reached his orgasm, spilling down her throat, purring at the feel of her throat trying to close off entrance to his seed. “Drink it all in woman, and feel privileged that I grace you with it.” His hips jerked sporadically, until the wave of euphoria passed.

            Bulma moaned licking her lips as her head was released from the iron grip, his climax came as a surprise nearly chocking her in its process; then again it had been a long time since he sought release. She sat back awaiting the next command, what she got wasn’t what she was expecting.

            “Get up and make your way home.” Vegeta placed himself back in his short levitating into the air.

            “Can’t you just fly me there with you?” Bulma looked to him with a puzzling look.

            Vegeta chuckled crossing his arms. “I will let you off with that slip-up woman because I’m in a good mood, and as for your question. You think I am going to fly your fat ass home?” Vegeta threw his head back and laughed. “I think not little human, you have those little pesky capsules with you, drive your ass home.”

            Bulma’s over heated body turned cold in the night air, without a word more he was off. She hugged herself trying to find comfort in herself, what had she gotten herself into? Could she even handle his coldness towards her, in the end will it wear her down? Bulma stood there silently questioning her theories and beliefs, could she really warm his heart? Or will her desire be her ultimate downfall?

Here we are again, finally. Sorry for the very long wait. Life caught up especially with Christmas right around the corner.

Review reply time yay…. Not soo many this time L

Ayaka86- You know he just gotta! :P thank you for reviewing.

Shirochan21- Thank you very much, and thank you for welcoming me back… seems like I like to drop off for a little bit here and there. I hope you enjoyed this chapter, I know it isn’t very romantic, but we all know Vegeta is a asshole and we still love him for it. But in due time I will start showing his changes as the fic continues on.

As always, rate, review and enjoy. Until next time in a land far far away *Bow* V.W
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