Never Before | By : CardDragonBall Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female Views: 5314 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Warnings:
1.
I don’t own DBZ. (Sadly.) Otherwise I would be busy coming up w
plo
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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Mama
Briefs—the classic blond airhead though she was—knew that there was something
just a tad off with her daughter the moment she stepped into the kitchen. Found her only child standing in front of
the stove, wearing a very, very tight pair of shorts—they sort of reminded her
of the kind that the nice Prince man wore—and an oversized white shirt. She was humming. Her hair was not poofed up to its usual (amazing) height and
perfection. And even stranger than
that, even though it was only eight in the morning, her daughter was making
disturbing large hamburgers.
“Bulma,
dear,” she said with a smile, “What are you doing?”
And
Bulma looked like she had just gotten caught making out with a nice boy in her
father’s lab (again.) There was a
nervous chuckle and then—she did recover from tense things quickly—she said: “Making
breakfast, Mom.”
Where is he by the way? I
was hoping to see him before he went to train this morning. He is such a nice handsome man. And very determined too.”
She
couldn’t be sure, but she though that her child said: ‘Boy don’t I know it.’ But that could have just been her
imagination. So she blinked, smiled
pertly and waited for the real response.
Bulma
said: “He’s still sleeping, Mother, I’m making breakfast for him.”
“Oh?”
this was surprising. “Really? Is helingling unwell?”
Another
nervous chuckle, something like a snide little grin on her daughter’s face and
then: “Oh, no, he’s perfectly fine.”
There mighte bee been more, but she wasn’t terribly concerned with it.
“Okay,
dear, make sure you take him a napkin when you give him his breakfast. You know how he likes to look his best all
the time.”
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Yet
again, the woman proved to him that not all earthlings are the stupidest things
in the universe. She brought him
breakfast—meat—and gave him a little smirk as she tossed a clothe napkin at
him. He caught it—pleased at his
reflexes—and took the plate from her.
Watched her sit down (she was wearing his shorts in some kind of efforo keo keep him from leaving her room until she was finished with him) and she
watched him until he gave in and started to eat.
“My
parents are home.”
So? He didn’t particularly care. If (and not in the sense that he thought for
ten seconds that she had lied to him, but just because it really was properly English
to say if) she was pret, it, it wasn’t going to be long before she’d have to
tell her parents about their tryst anyway.
So being all shy about it—which he had never done and wasn’t about to
start now—wasn’t going make anything any better. Besides her parents were airheaded—her father was a genius but he
was still an air-head—and perverted. He
was entirely certain that her mother had flirted with him on more than one occasion.
“I
just thought I would tell you,” she said with a frown at him, “Because the
agreement was that you could go back to training when they got back.”
Good. He needed to go back training. There were only two years left before they
were supposed to face the androids and he had to get as powerful or more
powerful than Kakarot in that time.
(Not to mention, be there to see his child born and then deal with the
baby.) He didn’t have time to sit
around and eat (absolutely fabulous hamburgers, they were the best tasting
thing he had ever eaten in his entire life) when he could be training. “Good.”
And
she sighed at him. “You’re always going
to be an ass, aren’t you?”
To
this, he raised an eyebrow. Wasn’t so
certain it was even worth the effort to respond to this comment. Felt that he should, and would have if she
hadn’t chosen that exact moment to stand up and strip off his shorts, toss them
at his head and jump off the bed. (Half
naked.) She rooted around in her closet
for something to wear, completely unself-conscious about herself. And he had to stare at the shorts that had
missed his head but landed next to him.
Stare at them, because with her mother roaming the halls, he wasn’t
about to run about naked, and he had no other clothes he could wear but those
shorts that had been wrapped around her just seconds ago. Were still warm from her skin and…he didn’t
think he could put them on.
Had
to close his eyes and calm his raging heart for a moment, because just the
thought of wearing the shorts after they had been so tight against her in all
the intimate places… Just that thought
had made him fully aroused.
Witch.
She
knew it too, turned around and looked at him as she pulled the shirt off. Showed off the perfect breasts, and the
sleek lines of her body. Held the skirt
out before her so she could step into it, and just GRINNED.
He,
justifiably, did the only thing a Prince of Saiyans could do. He set the plate of half-eaten breakfast on
the table, stood up and attacked her.
Growled at her, and she screamed in girly protest—more like interest,
because that skirt she had been putting on was instantly forgotten as her legs
went around his waist as he shoved her to the wall.
“Vegeta!”
she said. Giggled at him, that made her
chest shake, and KAMI, that woman was going to be the reason he died in two
years. Because just the sight of her
was enough to make him (momentarily) forget that he was supposed to be training. Not for long, he knew, this would pass, but
she was here now. Warm and moist and
smiling right here. Giving him that coy
grin. “Didn’t you get enough?” she
asked.
He
ran his hand down between those parted thighs, slipped just one of his fingers
into her, pressed his thumb against her, and saw the blush in her cheeks, felt
the twitch of hips against him. “Didn’t
you?” he returned.
She
tipped her head back, arched her upper body toward him, and grabbed his shoulders—all
healed now thank you—with her hands and whimpered. “I don’t think that’s possible,” she murmured.
Just
as long as she realized this.
And
he pulles fis fingers out, trailed them up her skin, felt her shivers as he
touched her, shifted them, let her slip down just a bit on the wall, so he
could push into her. Into the heat and
the slickness. She opened her eyes and
looked at him, licked her lips and just looked. And he bared his teeth, grabbed her around the hips, dug his
fingers into her soft sknd snd started to move.
She
kept one hand on his shoulder and pressed the other to the wall, pushed her
back into an arch, lifted her breasts up for his approval, and her whole body
clenched around him, shuddered around him as he opened his mouth and sucked on
her. “Shit,” she managed to breath as
she used her legs to move herself on him faster. “Vegeta…” His name like a
whimper, and that was just amazing.
He
switched from one breast to the other, compared them for a moment, tried to see
if there was any difference, but like most perfect things, they were equally
perfect. Warm and full and sweet. Gorgeous.
Like
she was.
Worthy
of him.
Alright,
so this was not the plan. Not that she
minded the least panting for him as he drove her insane with his mouth and his
hips and fit inside her so perfectly and massaged every inch of her.
But
that had not been the plan. The plan
was to come to the room, give him his food, give him back his pants—which were
actually comfortable, althouge hae had been thinking lost of dirty thoughts
where all his naughty bits were in comparison to hers—and get dressed. Leave, let him get dressed himself and
return to his busy life of training.
This
plan, obviously, had not worked. So now
she was rolling her head against the wall, trying to get the leverage to move
faster and harder, and just a tiny little piece of her mind had to wonder if
her parents could hear them.
Sincerely
hoped they could not, or if they could, that they were not listening. Groaned out his name again, and his mouth
came up to hers, slipped his tongue into her—to further invade her—and she met
his invasion with her own tongue, clawed at his skin but didn’t draw blood,
felt their bodies get closer together, felt his hard chest against her soft
one, and moaned into his mouth again.
His
hands slipped off her hips for a second, moved around to grab her ass and pull
her tighter to him. She adjusted her
legs; scraped her teeth across his tongue and fought her way to the peak.
Felt
it, let it drown her as he moaned, felt him inside of her, and the hotness of
his release, let his mouth slide away from hers and tried to get her breathing
to return to normal. Watched him do the
same, and when they were both breathing again, he let her d gav gave her an
assessing look.
“Bulma
dear?” that was her mother—knocking on her door, “Are you alright?”
“I’m
fine mother!” she said. Stuck her
tongue out at him when he gave her a smirk and crossed his arms over his chest
as if to challenge her—go ahead, every inch of his posture said, tell them what
you were doing. As if she wouldn’t.
“Are
you sure, dear? And where is
Vegeta? I can’t find him in any of the
bedrooms.”
She
raised her eyebrows; he raised his. And
she gave him a smug grin before she said: “He’s in here with me, Mother.”
A
very, very long pause. “Oh,” like this
did not make a difference after all. “Okay
dear.” Then she listened to her mother
drift away down the hall. Thought that
she had oddeoddest damn parents in the world.
He
just gave her a smirk. Turned away and
went to shower.
Ass.
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Hn. Compooper stopped working. Is giving me crap about how it doesn’t want
to do what it should. So; I might miss
an update tomorrow. I shall endeavor to
get it fixed before then so it does not happen, but please don’t be angry at me
if I do miss that update.
Vegeta:
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