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Stupid Obsessions	By : CardDragonBall Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female Views: 6769 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- 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.

Chapter List
- 1-Stupid Obsessions
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10--the END
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Stupid Obsessions 9:

The shower had been set on a misty-sort of fog setting, making all her skin damp and her skin tingly. The moist air was harder to suck in, but the pretense of taking a shower had to be kept up. Especially after she watched Vegeta apply his meticulous cleaning habits to Goku. An eternity of watching every inch of Goku being wiped off with a rag later, Vegeta was satisfied that the larger Saiyan was clean (Goku, her and Vegeta were all sufficiently aroused) and the shower was turned off spray and onto mist.

Shower pretense and all.

So in a unanimous (and unspoken) decision on the part of her and Vegeta, Goku was now trapped between the two of them. He was sort of leaning over (mostly so he didn't fall, she figured) with his hands against the shower wall, and they kept slipping in the slick warmth, and everytime they did, he jerked, whimpered, and moved them back. His head was hanging down between his arms, watching her (she was a hedonistic exhibitionist. She liked it when she was watched.) She was on her knees, fingers on his thighs and hips and she was licking every (freshly clean) inch of him within the distance of her mouth.

Vegeta was using his lovely talented fingers, sliding them inside of Goku, wiggling them around and making the larger Saiyan whimper and moan and jerk forward against Bulma. The longer this went on the deeper the cries got, the longer the whines, the harder the shake in the thighs in front of her, the tighter the muscles in Goku's whole body, until Vegeta looked at her and another unanimous decision was made.

Shower pretense was dropped, she stood up, Goku grabbed her around the ribs, pulled her up against him and kissed her. He turned while he did this, she felt his other arm grab Vegeta, and yank him up and then she got an up-close show of the two of them kissing. A kiss significantly more violent than the one she had just gotten.

"Bed," she said.

Vegeta got out of the shower first, grabbed a towel and (in true prissy Prince style) dried himself off before leaving the bathroom to go to the bedroom. Goku just looked at her, she shrugged, and he followed after without drying either of them off first. Once in the bedroom she was dropped onto the bed and reached up to pull Goku down with her. He landed on his hands and knees, and gave her a slightly shocked look.

"Bulma--I could have hurt you."

"No you couldn't have. You wouldn't let yourself." She said it, saw the look on his face, almost like he didn't believe her, and Vegeta saved the rather tender moment from being prolonged further by wrapping his arm around Goku's waist and pulling him onto his side.

She moved onto her side too, saw Vegeta with his arms on either side of Goku's (sideways) chest, kissing him again, saw Goku's hand in Vegeta's hair and wiggled closer, rested her leg over Goku's and rubbed against him until he moaned into Vegeta's mouth. They both turned to look at her, and she bit her lip, felt the blush rising on her neck, ran her hands up her ribs and pressed them against her breasts. Rolled her hips against Goku again and took great pleasure in the effect this show had on the two Saiyans looking at her.

She added a little whine. Goku's hands dug into her hip and thigh, pulled her tight up against him at the same time Vegeta reached down and positioned him, she slid onto him and gasped, felt Vegeta's fingers against her, Goku's hand moving up her back, across her rib and over her hand on her breast.

"No fair," she whined, jerked forward against Vegeta. Goku's hand moved up, to her wet hair and pulled her face closer so he could kiss her. HIs skin was hotter than hers, and close like this she could feel him everywhere, the heat and energy that ran over him all the time, the faintly sweet taste of his mouth (Yes, Vegeta made him brush his teeth.)

The fingers against her left, she whimpered again, felt the quiver and pulled away from Goku's mouth long enough to pout about it, looked up and saw Vegeta stepping over them, and he dropped down to lay behind her, slid his hand down her side and over her hip, dipped between her thighs again and resumed torturous pressure.

Goku was moving slowly in her, undulating softly and his mouth reclaimed hers softly. Vegeta kissed her shoulder and she could feel his smirk as she jerked her hips harder, trying to increase the rhythm, but Goku didn't change, just moved as slowly and patiently as he had been before until she curled both her hands in his hair and pulled hard.

"Son Goku--fuck me the right way."

Vegeta chuckled.

Goku sort of shrugged (its hard to shrug when you're on your side. Vegeta moved back, and she was rolled onto her side, whimpered when Goku shifted his weight and pressed even deeper into her. He rested his weight on his elbows and kissed her again, just once--all soft and sweetly--then he lifted himself up onto his hands, put one on the wall and the other next to her shoulder (she had the good sense to shiver in anticipation) and then he started to move.

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Bulma's head rolled back, she gasped for breath and curled her hands in her own hair. Then she rolled her head from side to side and tried to say something, but it was getting harder to understand her. Her whole body was slick with sweat and her legs were clenched as tight around him as they could get as he pounded down in to her. Fast, strong--but not nearly as fast or strong as he could be. Sweat trickled through his hair and down his back, he felt the flex of his muscles, and the shivering in her, the surge of wetness inside of her and the rhythmic quivering around him.

One of her arms went over her head and pressed against the wall and the other grabbed for the bed clothes, she jerked against him, eyes closed, mouth hanging open. Her shoulder muscles bunched and tightened as she arched back and whined, gasped for breath.

The world was shaking again (no--that was bed) and he bit his own lips. The urge to go faster was mounting but he couldn't, so he bit it back, concentrated on her, moving in her, as far as was safe and with the right amount of strength, felt his stomach tightening and the pressure in his back. His skin was tingling everywhere, his heart pounded hard against his chest and he felt his mouth clenching shut tight.

Bulma scratched his arm, curled her fingers around him tight and cried out, so he stopped, moved slow again and she nodded her head, flashed her teeth at him, and then tried to catch her breath.

He felt the whine in his chest, told himself that he had to calm himself down, it wasn't the right place, she wasn't strong enough to deal with him and the arm went around his chest again, pulled him back and Vegeta's voice was in his ear.

"Ready?" but he didn't have the time to agree or not, Vegeta pressed against him, Goku breathed and Vegeta was inside of him, hot and vaguely burning, but he was slick and his hands dug into Goku's skin hard, pulled him back and held his hips were he wanted. Goku leaned down on his arms again, felt his erection throb and closed his eyes.

Instinct demanded more.

Vegeta growled something behind him and then started moving, one--two slow thrusts to make him aware of the pressure and the hardness inside of him, aware of the intentions and he jerked back against him, bared his clenched teeth and felt power tingling in his spine, down his skin, the room burned.

The scratch of blunt fingernails down his back and Vegeta pressed his thumb against the bottom of his scar as he started to pound into him, the way he had moved in Bulma, but with more violence, a single-mindedness that paid no attention to the gasp that GOku made, the clench of his body and the way his ears ran and his head spun.

His arms quivered, he felt the tip of power, Vegeta got stronger, grew inside of him, was hotter and his power licked him everywhere it touched. Goku felt his eyes slide closed, his arms shook but didn't give out.

It was primal. Everything throbbed, everything slammed together and fingers were digging into his skin, marking him, Vegeta's moist breath against him, the sound of his grunts. Goku locked his elbow on his left arm and reached down with his right, fisted his erection and thrust down into his hand as Vegeta fucked him deeper and faster.

He could hear BUlma's voice, but not what she was saying, and tried very hard to concentrate, to look at her, to hear anything but there was very little he understood besides the thunderous beat of his heart in his ears and the heat and tighteness in his hips, his waist, his whole body coiled, every stroke inside of him and against him made his body shake and quiver and her gasped for breath, tasted his own sweat and tears.

"Now," Vegeta snarled, and just like that, it released, shot through him so fast and hard that he couldn't do anything but feel it.

When he opened his eyes again, he was looking at Bulma and she smiled sleepily. "Wow, boy." Then she closed her eyes and dug down into the pillow. Goku rolled onto his back (when did he get on his side) and looked at Vegeta who was lying on his back on the opposite side of the bed, one hand on his chest. Just breathing, eyes closed.

He kissed his shoulder, felt a little weird doing it, but it was okay, looked at Bulma again and rolled onto his side facing Vegeta. Felt the cover pulled over him but didn't look to see how did it, and fell asleep like that.

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Goku: Oi, now he'll be impossible to live with.

Bulma: That's different than now?

Vegeta: ...I resent that.

Goku: Ok.

Bulma: And this is different how?
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