• 1-Those Tantric Moments

Warnings:

Vague Kama Sutra & Tantra content references. *crosses arms* 'Nuff said. If you don't know what those words mean, then you're likely too young to be reading this. Rated-R for language and sexual innuendo. The rating may go up to NC-17 if I decide to attempt hentai action.*heh* Don't hold your breath, though. Aside from my original poetry and an "incident" *lol* in my DBZ fic entitled Yumenimo, I haven't written any other lemons. However, that may change, but only if I get some . . . "inspiration." ^_~

Disclaimer:

I don't own DBZ. And, by no means, am I a Kama Sutra or Tantra expert. This story idea is mine, got it? It's based on a horrible thought I had when my first "fan" said his parents nearly found "Volume X" underneath his bed o.O, watching a certain sequel to a certain pie movie *lol*, and also every "sex addict" V/B fanfiction that I've ever read. I'm going to crawl back into my hole now.

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Special thanks to PO for betaing this redone first chapter! ^_^

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- aka. The Little KS&T Book

By Duo no Tsuin

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Chapter One

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"Onna, what the Hell are you looking at?"

Bulma chuckled as she slowly flipped the pages of the book resting in her lap. "Nothing."

"Onna, it clearly isn't nothing," Vegeta said while still standing out of the room. "You're reading a book- what is it?"

What, like that's unusual for me? Bulma sighed at the man's persistence and looked over her shoulder draped with a dark blue tank-top strap. Well, you did ask . . . why shouldn't I show you how much like you your son is? "Something your son has in his room. Under his bed, no less."

Vegeta crossed his arms and leaned against the doorframe. "Oh, so he's my son now." Typical. He acts up, it's my fault for filling his head with the fighters instinct- doesn't she know that a Saiyan has that written in his blood? She knows it . . . yet she denies his nature. "He's only my son when he has caused trouble-"

"Exactly." You never did understand the term "parental guidance." Simply watching what he does or letting him remain in the room as you watched your . . . action movies waver ver enough. She patted the place on the bed next to her, "I think you'll want to see this."

In a fluid motion, he drifted from the wall and walked to where Bulma was sitting on the right side of the bed facing away from the door. "Why in Hell's name would I want to read a child's book-" as he neared he saw that it contained pictures. "And it's a fucking picture book too!"

"Um, Vegeta, maybe on your planet it was okay to let your kids 'read' picture books of this nature, but here on Earth we have to be careful." Just look already . . .

"Bloody Hell, Onna, what are they pictures of . . . violence? Good god, he sees that every day he trains-"

Getting quite annoyed with her husband's antics, she thrust the open "picture" book into his hands. "Here! Then you see what your son is 'reading' at night!"

Sure enough, everything was there and Vegeta saw it all.

"Well, what do you hto sto say now . . . man!"

"We've done this," he said while pointing to one of pic pictures.

Bulma's eyes nearly popped out of her head. She looked at the image he indicated. "Y-you're right," she stammered as she blushed.

"Now this one . . . " Vegeta purred as he pointed at another diagram.

Bulma looked at the one called "Wheelbarrow." She gulped. "What about it?"

"You're lucky, Onna," Vegeta smirked.

Bulma look at him out of the corner of her eye. "Huh? Why?"

"Hn. Let's just say that . . . if I still had my tail, then you'd be in a lot of trouble."

She could feel the heat rising and tinging her cheeks. Trying to hide it, she suddenly found the book in Vegeta's lap very interesting. "Oh yeah? Why is that?"

She blushes? It may not be such a boring afternoon yet. The kids have plans. If she did . . . they have just been canceled. "I could improve on its design."

Despite the fact that Bulma was no where near as innocent as she once was, she found herself once again shocked with the pictures and missed the longing look in Vegeta's eyes. The tone, however, was blatantly obvious to her trained ears. "Oh?"

Anyone who had ever let their urges show openly and had their lover not paying attention to their advances as they would've liked would understand the confusion running laps around Vegeta's mind. Why is she resisting . . . it's thamn bmn book, isn't it? Needless to say, his smirk faded and was replaced by a lifted eyebrow. "Onna?"

Still staring at the book, she wondered, Good god, I'm wondering if he's ever seen this book before . . . it would explain his- uh-tastes. Or did the Saiyans have their own book? But he'd never admit it. Nope, his pride in the bedroom would be insulted. Heh, I wonder . . . "Hm?"

Inside, he chuckled. You act as though you're a young girl once again instead of the . . . experienced onna I know you to be. Perhaps it's time for another lesson? Vegeta knew just what to do. He leaned in closer to her ear and whispered in the tone he reserved for her ears alone, "Bulma."

Bulma was lost in thought when she felt the brush of his hot masculine breath next to her ear and cascading down her neck. I can't believe I shivered. Even years later, just the slightest hint of tenderness from him can overwhelm me. Hell, just him saying mme sme still hooks me. "Yes . . . Vegeta?"

He could've laughed again as she shivered, closed her eyes, and whispered his name in that tone. It's almost too easy.

Bulma, meanwhile, was finding it awkward to breathe. Still, she resisted his gaze as her skin burned under its intensity.

He continued to watch in silent delight as her body shook slightly under the weight of that one word . . . her name. It was obvious, for whatever reason she was fighting her instinct. She had been doing that a lot lately. Are you . . . doubting, again? When will you realize, Onna . . . you age like- what do your people call it . . . ah, yes. Wine.

Vegeta . . . I- Complete thoughts eluded her. She reveled in those simple sensations he could still awaken in her after so long. Trunks, he . . . The name felt like sandpaper to her brain- so foreign and untimeWWhy does he . . . have . . . She wanted to concentrate on being mad at her son . . . but was lost at the actions of his father- the man she loved.