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.
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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Over the next two months she managed to get Vegeta in
the doctor’s office with her only once.
And then, only because she had implemented the ‘moan his name while
you’re scantily clad until he’s blind with lust’ plan. Had showed up in front of his door that
morning wearing only a lacy bra and a pair of tight shorts. Gave him a pout and said his name several
times in a breathless sort of way—and wouldn’t you know it; she ended up pinned
to a wall, smirking at him. Informed
him that should he want to have sex—ever again—his happy ass was going to the
doctor’s appointment with her. And,
alas, it was in but a few moments and thus they could not have sex right now.
He
was less than completely thrilled about this.
And
after he patiently sat through the ultra-sound and the plans for the birth and
all that yaddayadda bullshit, and painstakingly patiently drove home with her,
he had picked her up, carried her upstairs to her bedroom and proceeded to
ravish her—six months pregnant or not.
Of
course, he managed to avoid her from that moment forth. Apparently had resolved in his own mind that
he was not going to get dragged to the doctors again, and certain not because
he was so horny he couldn’t even speak.
(It had been so satisfying to see him sitting there in the OBGYN’s
looking utterly miserable, wearing the only pair of baggy pants she had ever
seen on him.)
But,
now she was ing ing outside, enjoying the nothingness of the afternoon, when
her peace was interrupted by a large mass of ‘not the brightest brick in the
block’ blocking out her sun. He gave
her a wave and dropped his eyes right down to look at her boobs.
“What
do you want Goku?” she asked. Felt
herself getting annoyed by the second as he practically had sex with her
breasts using his eyes. (Oi, wasn’t
that a strange image.)
“Oh,”
he said, scratched the back of his head, “I was just checking on you. Wanted to see if the baby was born yet.”
“Goku,”
she said with EXTREME patience, “It’s only been six months.”
“Oh,
really?” he said, counted off something on his fingers and after a good two
minutes of ogling her breasts, he nodded.
“Yep, it has been six months.”
Another pause, his eyes fell to her rounded stomach. “Sheesh, Bulma, you sure got big.”
ASSHOLE. She stood up and smacked him. He looked hurt—confused—and she said:
“JERK! Why do you go home to your
pretty LITTLE wife and eyefuck her breasts for once! Kami knows she NEEDS it!”
Then she turned on him and walked away.
~~~***
Now
Goku realized he was a tad on the overly oblivious side. Chichi often shook her head at him and
mumbled off something about for such a large and strong guy he seemed incapable
of being normal. (Duh, large and strong, opposite of most normal humans. ) And, she generally got particularly bitchy during
one part of the month. (He reckoned
that was pretty normal, everyone seemed to do that same thing once in a
while.) And during that part of the
month he steered clear of her entirely.
Had learned to avoid Bulma during her ‘time’ as well, and thought that
over all he was pretty good at avoiding those things.
But,
everye ine in a while one of the two of them blindsided him. Like Bulma.
What exactly was ‘eye fucking’ and what did she mean Chichi ‘needs it.’ Needs what?
Chichi had everything that she needed.
And he was not looking at her…
No, Goku thought as he made his way home, he had been staring at her
breasts. Bad him. Hadn’t even realized that he was doing it.
Met
Gohan and Piccolo on the way home, and they were sparring—gee, that was all
they did—and they asked if he wanted to join in. But he was distracted by this mysterious ‘it’ that Chichi
‘needed’ and figured that the best way to get to the bottom of this ‘it’
mystery was to go home and ask Chichi about ‘it.’ Said he’d see them later and finished his fly home.
Found
Chichi putting away groceries, grumbling about her husband had failed to get a
driver’s license and her poor feet were aching. Subtlety and sneaking were far from his strong points, so he just
stood there, ed fed for her to see him, and then when she looked astounded that
he was home, he said:
“Hey,
Chichi, what do you need?”
“What
are you talking about, Goku?”
Oh,
yeah, she wasn’t in his head, so she probably didn’t have a clue what the hell he
was talking about. But as he stood
there, he felt his eyes drifting down, looked at the clothe covering her
breasts and thought mournfully that he wished they were not so well-covered. Wondered if he could get away with tearing
her clothes without getting smacked upside his head.
“Goku?he she said. When he looked back up at her
face she was blushing pink. “What are
you looking at?” she asked, moved to cover her breasts with her arm and then
dropped them again.
“I…uh…” He just remembered that he wasn’t supposed
to have gone all the way to Bulma’s because he was only supposed to be sparring
or helping around the house, and didn’t want to tick her off right now. So he decided honesty was the best policy
and just said: “Your breasts.”<
<
And
wouldn’t you know it, she was blushing all red. Sputtered for a moment as she tried to think of something to say,
and that was very nice. He had actually
stunned her into silence. (A real first
for him.) “Why?” she managed at last.
Why? Uh.
Dumb question. Because she was
his wife. So he moved over to stand
next to her. Remembered that since she
was his wife he was completely in his right—had it really been that fucking
long? He thought back to the last time
he had been with his wife in a ‘husbandly’ way and wondered just why it had
been so long. Oh. t. So
he looked at her, watched her blush fade and deepen at the same time as he
pressed his hands to her ribs, ran them up her sides and over her breasts—much
better than Bulma’s because he could touch Chichi—and she gasped.
“What
are you doing Goku?” she asked. Like
she didn’t know. Or maybe she
didn’t. It had been a long time. Maybe she had forgotten about it.
It? Like the ‘it’ thing that Bulma
mentioned? Was this the ‘it’? He plucked at the clothes, thought it sucked
that she wore so many layers. Tore them
off, and let the ragged pieces of what was once her clothes hang loosely like a
frame around her now bare chest.
“Goku,”
she said admonishingly, “You didn’t have to rip my clothes.”
“Sorry
Chichi,” he murmured, pressed his palms over her skin now, felt how hot it was,
grinned as she started to blush, and then—remembered they were standing in
front of the door he had not yet closed—picked her up, held her against him so
her chest was right in front of his face.
Nuzzled her skin and pressed his lips to her. Heard her gasp as he carried her—blindly—off to their bedroom.
He
set her down when they got there, and she put her hand on his chest. “You’re not ripping anymore clothes,” she
said.
Fine. He stood there and waited for her to take
off hers. (Felt that his loins were
getting very heavy, and all his thought processes started to revolve around
her, her breasts and how nice it would be if he could just toss her on the bed
and put his new-found erection to good use.)
When
she was naked—and blushing—he sighed in wonder. Got his own clothes off in record time, let them fall to the
ground and she GASPED at him. Like this
was the first time she had seen him without clothes on. Whatever.
He was naked in front of her a lot.
Of
course, most of those times it was because he wanted his laundry done, and not
because he was staring intently at his wife’s nakedness. Shivered.
Everywhere, and reached forward, grabbed her and pulled her back against
him. Felt her gasp and covered her
mouth with his own.
Without
even really meaning to, urneurned them around and dropped the two of them onto
the bed, her all soft and small under him, with her legs on either side of his
hips, and he instinctively pressed his erection against her.
She
pulled her mouth away from his, and moved one of his hands from where it was
holding himself up. Waited for him to
steady himself on just one arm, dragged his hand down her body, and guided it
between her legs. Whimpered when he ran
his fingers through the wetness found there.
That blush was pink and pretty, and he kissed her briefly, listened to
her gasp as she undulated her hips against his fingers. Moved his head down to her chest, thought
that her breasts were definitely better than Bulma’s.
And
she whimpered. “Goku,” she said,
wrapped her hands in his hair and pushed her hips up, opened her legs wide and
whimpered again. And he slid one of his
fingers into her, felt how stiff she went under him and thought that this was
definitely that ‘it’ thing.
Moved
his hand away and pressed his erection against her, felt her hand on him again,
guiding him to her entrance, and then she pushed back against him, allowed him
to slide inside of her. “Goku!” she
said, dug her nails into his scalp.
“Come on!”
“I’m
working on it, Chichi,” he murmured into her chest. Pushed into her and thought that it had definitely been way too
damn long. Wondered why he had ever
thought saving the world was more important.
“Now
move,” she said.
It
would figure she’d be pushy in bed just like she was pushy everywhere. So he moved inside of her, felt how she was
stretched around him, and how slick and wet she was and felt momentarily bad,
figured that with nothing else to do all damn long, she had probably thought
about this a lot more than he had.
Chichi
made an annoyed noise, pushed her hands to his chest and he rolled onto his
back. Looked up at her as she sat on him,
and then leaned forward, splayed her small hands on his chest. Moved up and down, faster and faster until
she was flushed and sweating from the effort.
He cupped her breasts in his hands, felt them move against his palms and
groaned.
“Oh…”
she said, “Goku… Please…”
Figured
that was his cue, rolled her back under him, and moved inside of her as deeply
as he could, faster than she could have moved herself, and this apparently was
what she needed because she was concentrating on breathing, eyes clenched close
and he kissed her collarbone. Felt
everything settling in his gut and his hips and responded to that need by
sliding into, feeling her tighten around him.
Oh,
this was a very nice ‘it.’
*sooooooobs
* I couldn’t resist! I’m weak!
I’m very, very weak! I just kept
saying how Chichi needed to get laid, and I figured that I should at least
mention it, and then that turned into a whole scene and I had to write it or I
would go nuts trying not to. I’m
sooooorrrrrrrry! *sobs more *
Right,
anyway, more Bulma & Vegeta next chappie.
Probably not smut, given she is going to be giving birth soon, but it’ll
be the two of them nonetheless.
Vegeta: I was
barely in there.
Goku: I was
totally in there.
Chichi:
*blush *
Goku: I want
to do it again!~
Bulma: Uh, no
such luck. If you want to be getting
laid at all, you best head over to the slash section.
Goku:
Oooo! Slash!
Vegeta:
HEY! Wait a min… *is cut off by Goku grabbing him by the hair
and hauling him off. *
Bulma: *sigh
* that always happens.
Chichi: *sigh
* Yeah. But at least they’re straight in this fic.
Elenek:
WOW! I got compared to chocolate? *falls over dead * That’s a first. Oooo, miniatures! I like dar dark chocolate ones. Its okay if you think about Goku and your
mind wanders away from reviewing.
Happens to me all the tim…*ooo, Goku! *
Er. Anyway.
Thanks for reviewing. And
reading. And comparing me to chocolate. I feel so special. *wipes tears away from her eyes. *
Ginia:
Yes,
yes, I noticed. I wondered how long I
could get away with mislabeling chapters before someone brought it up. *sobs*
I don’t like Chichi and Goku (together, I love Goku separately) but I’m
WEAK. It just wouldn’t go away! So I wrote it, and look at that, two days
later not a thought in my head about them.
Yeah. *is so happy. *
Jaygoose:
Really? I never would have guessed you hadn’t a clue
about the show. Huh. *looks astounded. * I like the Budokai game. It filled in a bunch of gaps in the storyline
that I knew. And slowly (VERY SLOWLY) I’m
catching episodes that I’ve missed.
Although, (before Getarian told me) I never knew how the hell they
defeated Buu. I had no idea. The damn show just keptPPINPPING that
episode. *growls and chucks things at
her TV.* Anyway. Yeah.
Glad you’re reading, glad I could make your torturous day less
torturous.
Stella:
Yes,
Bulma has many talents. Seducing
Vegeta. Yelling at Vegeta. (Being a genius) and…er… Uh… Moaning Vegetas name? Is that a talent? Lol. Thanks for reading.
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