Let\'s Have A Little Fun

A/N: MAJOR LEMON ALERT! If you are not of age, please taked. ed.


Disclaimer: Everyone knows already, I don’t own DBZ.


Chapter 9: VEGETA, VEGETA, Oh, VEGETA!!!


Bulma returned to her lab. She had found all of the materials she would
need to build the regeneration tank. ‘Wow, that’s great. I can’t believe
we had all the stuff. This is going to go ahead of schedule,’ she thought.
She sat down at her desk and sifted through some of the papers that laid
about. ‘Here it is.’ She had made a checklist of certain things she wanted
to accomplish. ‘Okay, I’ve completed the first two things which were to design
a regeneration tank and second to gather the materials needed to build it.
Let’s see, I still have to talk to dad about my idea on building my own place,
of course I’ll throw in the fact that it would be big enough for Vegeta to
live in also. That way it would get him out from under their feet and they
would have more quality time to spend with each other. Also, I have to talk
to Vegeta about his home planet so I can plan the decor.’ Feeling satisfied
with all that she had accomplished, she decided to call it an evening. ‘Hm,
wonder what his Highness is up to . Maybe I need to pay him a visit. I’m
sure he’s in his usual place.’ Bulma set out for the Gravity Room.


The best way to describe Vegeta’s mood was fickled. All of this thinking
about home, his father, and last but not least the time served with Frieza
has played heavily on the Prince this evening. To say he was in a foul mood
would be a severe understatement. One minute he would be pacing, back and
forth, the next he would be using every known derogatory word in the univer

“Kami damned son-of-a-bitch, who the HFIL did he think he was. Taking
the privilege away from me. ME, Vegeta, Prince of all Saiyans,” exclaimed
Vegeta out loud. “Just you wait Kakarott, vengeance will be mine.” He then
proceeded to throw into the wind a series of punches and kicks, even though
the foe was invisible, he could still invision him there in front of him.



Bulma, very happy with how things were going, strolled out across the
CC lawn heading for the GR. What awaited her inside was definitely not what
she was expecting. She walked up to the window, looked in and saw Vegeta.
He did not look like himself. ‘Wonder what’s up his ass tonight? ,’she thought.
’Guess there’s only one way to find out.’ She walked over to the door and
punched in the code that would unlock it. Inside a alarm sounded to alert
the occupant that the gravity would be going back to normal.

‘Damn, I don’t need to deal with her right now.’

As the door opened, Bulma was greeted by one very irate, pissed off Saiyan.
Standing in what would be known as his trademark stance, arms crossed over
his chest, brow furrowed and a deep frown, he blocked her entrance.

“What do you want? Can’t you see I’m busy and do not wish to be disturbed.”

“I need to discuss something with you,” said Bulma.

“Go away, woman. If you know what is best, you will leave now.”

“What is wrong with you, Vegeta? Why are you acting like an ass?”


“Your in my space, now leave.”


“I always knew you were a selfish, arrogant, obnoxious and let’s not forget
handsome, strong, sexy, hmmm…..,” Bulma was trying to loosen him up. She
did manage to back him up a step which would be a costly mistake on his part.
She walked around him slowly, eyeing him hungrily as she went. Strangely
enough, he was becoming a challenge to her, more than likely due to the changes
her body was undertaking. She wanted him. Nothing was going to stop her from
having him. Her body yearned for his.

“Woman, do you not realize who you are dealing with? Have you so soon forgotten what I am capable of?


Bulma was starting to tire of this. ‘Same old, same old shit,’ she thought. “What is your problem, Vegeta?”


“You are my problem, now leave before I throw you out!”

Standing right in his face, Bulma dared to push him a little farther.
“I’d like to see you try, monkey boy.” Usually, the best way to get to him,
was with a fight. She was willing to do whatever it took.

Vegeta, outraged at such insubordination, grabbed Bulma by the neck of
her shirt. “Was that some sort of threat, I just heard? Surely not from such
a weak woman.”

Let’s just say that was the button that needed to be pushed. Bulma’s cheeks
began to flush, a new type of anger filled her within. Actually more fury
than anger. The part of her that has been changing into this half-breed of
a Saiyan was thirsting for blood. ‘How dare he treat me like that,’ she
thought. And in a second’s time, a burst of strength overtook her and using
both of her hands, she shoved him away. Pulling her shoulders back and standing
tall she was not going to back down this time.


He fell back and landed on his ass. Releasing a roar as a vein protruded
from his forehead, he lunged at her, pinning her against the wall. With one
hand he held her two tiny wrists above her head, the other was positioned
around her throat. Still determined, she refused to back down. Her head was
spinning a whirlwind of colors as she thought she was going to pass out.
He removed his hand from her throat, she gasped in a few short breathes until
she was recovered. Now he took one wrist in each hand and pinned them out
beside her head. He was hovering very close to her, so close that his chest
was pressed against hers and he could feel her heartbeat racing. This aroused
him.

She took her hips and thrust them at him, trying to knock him away. This
only succeeded in arousing him more. He backed away from her just enough
to allow a small space between them. Taking his tail, he caressed it around
her face, down across her neck and over to tickle her ear. As hard as she
tried to fight it, her body was wanting more of this attention he was giving
it. She allowed a small growl to form in her throat.

“I see, you liked that. But then again, you do like my tail don’t you?
He maneuvered it under the hem of her shirt, up between her breasts. ‘Damn
undergarment!,’ he thought. He moved it down, across her stomach, making
small circles as he went. Bulma’s eyes were wide with anticipation, she felt
as if she were going to explode.
‘He’s not going to get away with this,’ silently she thought. But then
he did the one thing that would turn the tables for the rest of the night.
He took the tip of his tail and ran it along her waistband around to her
back. He did not know however, that her tail had grown ’tit nit now reached
just out of her waistband. When the two touched, automatically they curled,
as if instinctively, around each other. A very surprised Vegeta looked at
Bulma. Her eyes burned with desire. She wanted blood. She wanted to sink
her teeth into him. So, in her softest whisper, one even he could not quiet
make out, she said, “come a little closer.”

“What did you say?,” he demanded.

Again, just an ever so little bit louder, “come a little closer.”

This time, Va moa moved a little closer and asked yet again, “Woman speak up.”
He was becoming agitated.

Making one last effort, she tried again, “come a little closer.”

This time it worked. Still holding her hands tight against the wall, he
felt he had nothing to lose. He leaned in, placing his ear just to the side
of her face.

“Perfect!,” she said.

Taking her chance, she buried her teeth into his neck. His body tensed.
His erection engorged suddenly, he felt his climax nearing. Instinctively
he bit down on her. She began to shake almost uncontrollably. Her inner muscles
contracted. ‘How could this be happening?,’ she thought. ‘He’s not even inside
of me not to mention we’re still dressed.’ But the two acts combined created
an animalistic lust that had captured them and now would have it’s way. She
writhed about so, that Vegeta pressed her against the wall with his own body.
Relishing in this new found euphoria, he released her wrists and slid his
hands to meet hers. Still holding her firmly against the wall, his erection
was ever so clear to her. She could feel his massiveness pressed against
her womanhood. She tried to control it but there was no way. The most intense
orgasm swept over her. She pulled her mouth away from him, blood dripping
from her lips, and screamed. His body reacted the only way it knew how. His
hips ground against hers, and within moments they were joined once again
in each others climax.

Vegeta pulled back, blood also dripping from his mouth. They looked deeply
into each others eyes. Not breaking eye contact, Vegeta took his hands from
hers. He grabbed her top and ripped it off, doing the same to her bra. There
was so much adrenaline pumping the course of Bulma’s veins that once she
realized he had released her and tore off her shirt, she regained her bearings
enough to push him down on the floor. Granted if Vegeta had wanted, he could
have stopped her. Once she had him where she wanted him, she removed her
shorts. Straddling him, she sat with her wetness pressed against his stomach.
Neither one spoke a word. Their eyes told it all. She raised up and moved
herself down towards his feet, removing his shorts as she went. She took
the soiled garment and cleaned up what was left on him and then tossed it
aside. Now she crawled over top of him stopping at his mouth. Setting on
her knees, she had both legs positioned to the outside of his shoulders.
She knew what she wanted and so did he. Having had his arms by his sides,
he now raised them, placing his hands on her hips. He lifted her up and positioned
his mouth, then pulled her down on his face. Slowly he began sucking her
clitoris. Flicking his tongue , running it her entire length making sure
to dip into her. Bulma started moving against his ministrations. She took
her hands and ran them up her stomach and cupped her own breasts squeezing
them. Taking her fingers to her mouth, she would wet the tips and return
them to her breasts, encircling the nipples them pinching them. Vegeta was
making fast work. He had a wicked tongue. He would torture her by running
it all along the outside of herself, through the wrinkles and folds only
touching that most sensitive spot for a moment. She could not stand it any
longer. Lowering her right hand, she placed her middle and index fingers
on her clit and began slowly massaging. Vegeta liked this, he concentrated
on sliding his tongue in and out of her, sucking hers lips, drinking her
juices. Faster and faster Bulma worked her fingers, opening herself as much
as she could to allow him the most penetration. As her orgasms washed over
her, so did her juices over him. As if starving for more, he licked every
bit up that he could.


Again she raised herself up, and backed down across his body. Once they
were face to face they kissed, allowing her to taste what he relished as
a delicacy. He started to move as if to get up, she shook her head and finger
at him to tell him no. He could not imagine what she had in mind now. She
began making small kisses along his neck. He wrapped his arms around her,
moving his hands across her body not missing an inch. Seeing the spot where
she had bit him, she ran her lips across it sucking gently. He began what
sounding like purring. His fingers entangled themselves in her hair. He took
her head in his hands and coerced her downward. She smiled through her kisses
as she now passed across his stomach. She could tell where he was leading
her. With great pleasure, she took him into her mouth. Sliding him in and
out, momentarily stopping and sucking with great vigor.


“Ummmmm…..,” was all he could say.

Using one hand to grasp his orbs and the other to grasp the base of his
erection, she continued running her tongue from tip to base, making sure
to occasionally make eye contact. Wrapping her lips around him once more,
she quickly picked up the pace. Sucking maliciously, moving him in and out,
lashing her tongue at the same time until finally he arched his back and
released into her. Swallowing the warm, sweet liquid, Bulma was now ready
for the main course.

Vegeta pulled himself up into a sitting position. Bulma was set next to
him. He reached his hand behind her neck and pulled her into him for a long,
passionate kiss. Sliding his tongue into her mouth and hers into his, they
fought against the other with no one winning. He moved around to suck on
her earlobe all the while turning her body, positioning it against the floor.
Yes, the floor was hard and cold, but neither of them noticed. All they wanted
was to continue being one with each other. Pleasuring and being pleased.
Vegeta kissed along her neck and also across his mark on her. He had no need
to wait, his erection was still fully intact. He raised himself above her,
allowing his tip to slide lazily across her abdomen, down between her thighs
and stopping at her entrance. She squeezed her legs together, trying to capture
him. She looked, pleadingly into his eyes. She wanted this, wanted him more
than anything else in the world. He stared back into her midnight blue eyes.
They looked like crystals now, so stunning. He had never had feelings before
other than hate, now he was overwhelmed with them, the very emotions he regarded
as weak. Bracing himself, he thrust into her, not waiting another moment.
Bulma gasped at the sudden fullness that she felt. He was rather large, so
much so that she could not believe how well their bodies formed together.
Moving in and out of her slowly, memorizing everything about her, he wanted
to remember times like this forever. She bent her knees placing her feet
up close to her hips. She spread her legs apart as far as possible so that
she could have every morsel of him within her. Lifting her hips, she met
his movements, which were slow at first. He lowered his lips to meet hers.
Burning, wet kisses were all she had to offer. Their tongues thrashing about
each others mouths created a cadence for the rest of their bodies to follow.
Vegeta picked up the pace, until he was hammering away mercilessly. She could
not help but to moan aloud. When she wrapped her legs around his waist, he
could no longer hold back. He poured every emotion, all the hate, all the
regret , the humiliation, the caring, and yes, even love into this moment.



Bulma felt a strange sensation, like she was surrounded by great warmth
and energy. Opening her eyes to see what it was, she was awestruck by what
she saw. Finally, breaking the silence of the unspoken word, she raised up
to place her mouth beside his ear.

Whispering she said, “Make love to me, Vegeta, my Super Saiyan Prince.”

Vegeta snapped opened his eyes to see it was true. He had finally obtained
that which had eluded him. The missing elements were the emotions and feelings
he had refused to experience.

Bulma reached her hands up to his face and pulled him down to kiss her.
It was exhilarating. Pulses of current flowed from his body trs. rs. Bulma
persuaded him onto his back, never removing himself from her. Straddling
him, she placed her hands on his shoulders and started moving herself up
and down on his shaft. As she did her breasts swayed in front of him, inviting
him to reach up and take one of the nipples into his mouth. The effect on
Bulma caused her rhythm to increase. Vegeta grabbed her hips pulling her
down as he moved up. Faster and faster. Harder and harder. She felt her orgasm
approaching. She repositioned herself, placing her feet next to his hips,
now squatting she managed to envelope him even more. He could feel himself
pushing her limits. Harder he pushed, driving himself deeper. Bulma began
moaning and screaming his name.

“Vegeta, harder, harder! Oh, oh, Kami. I, I’m losing control….”

As she fell into her release she wanted more.

“Now! Fuck me NOW! Harder, Vegeta, that‘s it,” she said digging her nails into his flesh.

Vegeta slammed into her, feeling her inner walls contract around him.
He couldn’t hold off. Quickly, he removed himself long enough to turn her
onto her stomach. Pushing her legs apart, he drove himself into her.

“You want to fuck? I’ll fuck you ‘till you scream my name.” He put his
hands on her back, holding her to the floor while he ravaged her body. Her
entire being had never experienced so many feelings. She was nearing unconsciousness.e ece ecstasy her mind was reeling in was heaven. He made the last thrusts
the hardest, breaking all of her barriers. She clenched her fists and screamed
his name, over and over.

“VEGETA, VEGETA, OH, VEGETA!!!”

Spilling his seed inside of her, he then collapsed . The golden aura that
had enveloped them faded away. As both were trying to recover their breath,
Bulma managed to turn her head to face him.

“I guess our talk will have to wait,” she said jokingly.

He smiled a genuine smile to her. So not to crush her, he rolled off and
onto his side, propping himself on one arm facing her. She turned to him
and placed her hand on his face. Looking deep within his eyes, she found
what she had been looking for, a place within his heart. They would lay there
in each others arms for the rest of the night.



A/N: OK peoples, there’s your lemon. Hope is was sour enough. ;)