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. |
Warnings:
1. p;&np;
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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Okay; so the first week, she was okay. She was actually rather happy to be able to
walk around and not contemplating how she was going to get Vegeta into her bed
so they could have raunchy amazing sex.
No, that first week or two she was okay. Slept late in the mornings, ate pretty, fussy cakes with her
mother. Listened to her father talk
about how Vegeta was insane, but he had a respect for him and his ability to
train in 400x gravity. (At least that
much, he upped it every so often.)
The
first month or two made her antsy. She
never saw him. Had done the necessary
tests to make sure that she was indeed pregnant—yes, she was—and spent those
first two months biting her fingernails off while she tried to imagine all the
problems that came along with raising a little Saiyan. (Hoped like hell she didn’t turn into a
bitch like Chichi, she didn’t think she could stand herself if she became like
that.) Oh, the training, and the
messes, and the rough-housing. And he
was Vegeta and her child—think of how pigheaded and stubborn he was going to
be! There would be no talking to this
kid!
The
next month passed by with agonizing slowness as she stood in her room and
stared at herself in the mirror.
Scruting evg every single inch of her waist. Could SEE it growing.
(Knew that she was being foolish, but she was pregnant and she was more
than in her right to be foolish.) And
surprise, surprise! No Vegeta. Absolutely not even a hair of his head.
Asshole.
The
fourth month was when she got bitchy enough to track him down. Cornered him in his shower—where he looked
very exhausted, and she thought this was a good thing, because a very tired
Saiyan she could handle. He gave her a
glance like he had seen more interesting bugs.
'> (And
considering he had traveled the entire universe, it was a very good possibility
that he had seen more interesting bugs.)
“Why,
hellllloooooooooooooo, Vegeta,” she said.
Stepped into the shower with him—was wearing a pair of panties and a
white T-shirt when she did this, and as soon as the water hit the shirt, he was
instantly much more awake. “I was just
wondering if you had killed yourself in that gravity room, yet?”
“Hn.” He said.
Probably would have said much more, but since he was naked, his reaction
to her inadvertent wet-T-shirt contest was doing all the talking for him.
< sty style='mso-tab-count:1'> Asshole.
“So,
curious about our son?”
“Why
would I be, woman?” there was a slight pause, “We’ve both already seen him.”
She
would have smacked him. It would have
been so incredibly satisfying to just smack him across his arrogant face and
see her blazing handprint on his nice tanned skin. But there was just something about him that had gotten under her
skin and she felt herself just yearning to be closer to him. Watched his eyes drop from her face (yes,
unlike Goku, he did manage to hold her glare for a little while before he gave
up all pretenses and just stared at her breasts) and cleared her throat: “Well,
I’m glad that you care, Vegeta. I can
see why he was so very happy to see you.”
He
gave her a glower. A rather dark look
even for him. “I wasn’t there when he
was growing up,” Vegeta snapped, “Of course he didn’t know me.” And there was something else there,
understood beneath that natural reaction of arguing that he was not about to
leave his offspring without some of his own influence there.
Not
that she cared. “Well, you’re doing a
great job being involved thus far.”
“What
are you talking about, woman?” he demanded—she loved it when he got annoyed, he
started to do that growling thing that made her shiver—“You’re not even showing
yet. What is there to be interested in?”
Disregarding
most of what he said, he had actually just told her that she was ‘not showing’
anymore! Not showing! And all that annoyance she had for him was
forgotten as she gave him that sultry grin that always made him lick his
lips. And he did, so she moved closer
to him. “Really, Vegeta?” she
murmured.
What
a good boy he was with picking up a hint.
His hands went around her waist, and instead of agreeing with her
verbally, he kissed her. Showed her
with a sweep of his thumbs under the wet shirt, against her warm skin, that he
thought exactly what he had said.
Good
enough for her! She wiggled out of her
wet panties—and that took long enough to be very annoying, damn stupid
things. Had to pull away from his mouth—he
tasted vaguely like blood and she wondered if he was training too much again—so
he could get the shirt over her head.
Once her breasts were free he turned his attention to them and she hummed
out a pleased noise.
“Ve-ge-ta,”
she moaned, brushed her leg against his erection and whimpered. Wrapped up one of her hands in his thick,
wet hair. Put her other arm around his
back to hold herself up when his hands slid down her back to her ass, felt his
fingers dig into her skin as she was lifted up and pressed to the shower
wall. Felt him against her thigh, and
then sliding into her again.
Damn
sexy Saiyan.
The
steam made panting difficult, made it even harder to breath. The droplets of water between them added to
the natural slide against one another, and she curled her fingers in his hair
tighter as he started to move inside her.
Smiled as she was moved against the shower wall.
Then,
of course, her stupid hormonal little mind had to pop up and say: “Then what?”
as if RIGHT NOW was the time to have worrisome little thoughts. Had to wonder if her whole life would be
spent seeking out the father of her child to get him to fuck her and then have
to watch him leave. (Figured that this
was only slightly better than being Chichi, because at least this way, she got
to have sex.)
Resolutely
decided she was not going to mention this thought. And he helped with this distraction, but moving one of his hands
from her hip to rub his thumb against her, just bare centimeters from where he
was pressing into her.
Shit!
She
panted then, didn’t care if her lungs were getting filled with steam. Watched him switch from one breast to the
next, and looked at the absolutely satisfied with his life as he sucked on
her.
Why
did she look?
Felt
her body rippling around him and he paused for a second, opened his eyes to
look up at her, mouth still around her breast, thumb still stroking her—knowingly—and
there was a strange half-smirk that he made.
It would have been nice to smack him.
But seeing how he was obviously intent on making her feel so
unbelievably good, she was willing to give him a one time reprieve.
He
moved inside her again, the same smooth strokes that made her shiver with need
and want and DAMMIT, how fucking unfair was it that he seemed to know EXACTLY
what he was doing all the time?
Asshole.
~~~***
Not
that Vegeta would give the woman the satisfaction of knowing it, but by the
fourth month, he was actually wondering what she was doing. Had dragged his tired body up the stairs to
the shower, and stood there, deadened and wondered how she was. How his child was inside of her. Wondered if there was a way to find out
without having to let her know that he even cared about in the least. (Wasn’t entirely sure why he wanted to hide this
fact.)
Tried
to focus on defeating Kakarot, and his mind just wandered right back to her, to
his son. Wondered what the kid would
look like when it was born, how strong it would be. Wondered who had taught the kid to fight. (Shuddered when he realized that it had to
have been Gohan, considering only Gohan survived the androids.)
Then,
as if summoned from sheer thought, she was there. Bitched at him (and he was very happy to hear her bitching) and
then apparently he said something that made her happy, because she was now warm
and shaking in his arms as he licked her skin over and over again.
Loved
hhe the tasted.
As
she moaned his name again, he let it climax, felt her clench around him, and
looked up to see her smiling even as she panted. Damn proud woman. Damn
woman. (Damn his stupid thoughts that
inquired if he could take just a few days off to spend with her, because the
last time he had done it had been so very much fun.)
He
slipped out of her, and lowered her back to her feet, let her hold onto him
until she was stable on her feet again, and then she gave him a snide grin and
said: “Don’t think that I’m going to let you get away for the next five months
without seeing your happy face at the doctor’s appointments once in a while.”
“Hn.”
“It
won’t kill you to go.”
“Hn.”
“Okay,
how about this… I’ll kill you if
you don’t go.” Smiled prettily
and after rinsing herself off in his shower, got out and took his towel. Wrapped it around her body and with a wink,
left the room. (Left him without a
towel.) He just watched her go. Narrowed his eyes and frowned about it.
She
couldn’t kill him.
But
she could probably make his life unbearable.
She was a very, very persistent person.
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Yeah! Yeah!
Yeah! Computer is working again! *so happy she could cry * And its still technically Saturday! So I didn’t miss an update! *even more happiness *
Er…and
could someone slap me… I keep having
this idea about writing a Gk/CC lemon.
Please, someone smack me! *waits
patiently for the slap. *
Vegeta: I
feel like you’re using me for sex.
Bulma: Well,
I’m glad you feel that way.
Gk: Could I
use you for sex?o:p>
Bulma: GOKU! You’re MARRIED!
Vegeta: He’s
afraid of his wife.
Bulma: *smacks
Vegeta* Leave him alone. He just doesn’t know what he’s doing. *grabs crate of tapes * Here, Goku.
These are some educational videos.
Vegeta:yes"> Please! Please don’t
convert! (Er…feel free to ignore me. )
I
could not imagine being married to Goku and not having him tied up on my bed
ready for me to take advantage of any time I wanted. *Thinks back fondly to how sex-crazed Goku is in the slash
stories… * Yeah, I think I could live
with that Goku… *goes all dreamy eyed *
Makota:
Handcuffs? Meep.
(Actually, and feel free to smack me for this; when I read that I
thought of Chichi and Goku. Not Vegeta
& Bulma. *sighs * I have this sinking feeling that I’m going to
end up writing a Gk/CC lemon if someone doesn’t tell me not to. )
PixelGoddess:
I’m
so sorry, I meant to read your story today and I couldn’t get to it because it
took all day to get the stupid computer fixed.
I will read it though. Swear.
Ally-Snicker-Doodle:
Interesting
name. Lol. Taco’s and beans. Thanks
for reviewing.
Getarian:
Not
sure if many people know this or not, but I’ve only seen a few episodes of this
show. So I’m just running off of what I’ve
gotten from other’s fanfics and the bits I know about the actual show. *Very pleased if this does not show * So…
Anyway, I saw an episode of Bulma & Vegeta early on, when he was
training and whatnot for the androids.
Laughed my butt off. (And took
notes about things that I might want to mention. ) So…uh…yeah.
Bulma’s
mother sort of worries me. (I really don’t
think he would; he doesn’t seem to care about her parents that much in the
show, other than what they could do for them.
…When I said ‘doesn’t care’ I mean ‘doesn’t care what they think of him.’)
I
loved Goku’s manic response to having sex with his wife. I was laughing when I wrote it and patting
myself on the back for being so clever.
*Look at me getting egotistical. *
Anyway, glad you liked it.
Shiro Ryu:
That’s
the way to do it. Hunt him down and
have your way with him.
Caralin Fury:
Meep. Never had anyone be jealous of me. Wow, three kids? Spontaneous sex is definitely out the window at this point, huh? Thanks for finding the time to review my
fic.
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