Candy

With a delighted, purely feminine laugh, Bulma dumped the candy into the baskets and bowls she had gathered for it. She couldn’t help but take one and free it from the shiny foil wrapping. She dropped it onto her tongue and sucked it, eyes closing in bliss. She loved chocolate; it was like sex, rich and delicious, and in the end, so very satisfying.

As she let the kiss melt in her mouth, she went back to arranging the other candy for display. It was going to be Easter soon, and even if she wasn’t American or European, she liked to have friends over and go on a candy hunt… after all, who wanted to gather smelly old eggs? Candy was more fun, and added the need to hurry, or end up with melted gooey chocolate and limp marshmallow bunnies.

“Ahhh, I wonder if I should make one for him… he’s such a jerk, and he hates these gatherings. Still, he does like candy. I’ll set one up for him anyway." She said cheerfully.

Unbeknownst to her, she was being watched. Vegeta was peeking at her, wondering what she was up too. She was sitting at a table that was covered by chocolate candies and baskets filled with plastic straw and more candy. There were also stuffed animals and boxes with what appeared to be rabbits in them. The scene confused him, but all he cared about was the candy. He could smell it from here.

He crept closer, mentally chuckling at how close he could get before she would notice him. Her weak human senses failed her time and again, letting him sneak up on her and scare her half to death. She’d scream and maybe throw something at him when he did it, and he loved the attention. If she wouldn’t respect his position as the last Blooded Saiyan, she at least would pay attention to his skills as a martial artist.

Now he was only just around the corner from her. She had unwrapped another candy; this one was a chocolate egg, but when she bit into it, caramel oozed out, making Vegeta drool. He loved caramel, and licked his lips, disappointed as she licked and sucked the caramel up. She even licked her fingers clean and then sighed sensually. Her breasts, barely clad in a tiny black tank top, heaved as she enjoyed the caramel and chocolate on her tongue.

Vegeta took a deep breath through his nose, and smelled the candy, and the scent of the woman too. She was just as delicious smelling as the candy. His eyes narrowed; maybe Bulma could be a treat for his senses as well as the candy. His lips twisted into a smirk as he thought about the few times he’d seduced her, and how she’d pretended to fight him. It was all for show; she’d wanted him too all those times, but she felt better if she made it hard for him. He moved so fast that he was only a blur and stepped up behind her.

“That Vegeta… why can’t he just be a nice guy once in a while? I bet when he finds this candy he just grunts and inhales it in five seconds… jerk.” She mumbled as she tucked a big solid white chocolate bunny into the black and silver basket she was working on. She bent to inspect the grass, under which she’d placed a bunch of foil covered chocolate eggs, and he pounced.

He stepped forward and leaned down, grabbing her and hauling her up from the chair. Bulma screamed on cue and writhed as he swung her away from the table. He tossed her high into the air despite her shriek of terror, and caught her, pulling her close to his body. She shook with anger and fear, eyes blazing as she glared at him.

“Woman, what the hell are you doing?” He said, turning back to look at the table full of candy. She squirmed and cursed at him, demanding he let her go; basically the usual routine between them.

“Stop it. Just once, behave like a woman, and not a brat.” Vegeta said, holding his face impassive while waiting for her to blow. He liked her brattiness actually, and didn’t really care if she was nice or not. The sex was hot whether she was sweet or sour. So he pushed her buttons often, hoping to make her blow up.

Bulma’s face turned red; she went to yell at him, but then bit her tongue. Act like a woman… fine, she could act sweet and demure… she’d make him see that she deserved respect too!

“I apologize, Oji–sama… Please let me go, and I’ll give you some candy.” She said sweetly. His eyebrow went up at her tone. He didn’t release her, but held her one armed, reaching down to scoop up a handful of jellybeans. He tossed a few into his mouth and then pressed a red one between her lips. Bulma licked his fingertip as she took it and chewed it slowly. While the sugar melted in her mouth, she licked her lips, staining them with the red coloring and then swallowed. Vegeta stared at her red mouth and complied with what he saw as a request from his lover. He licked her lips delicately, mixing the cherry red with the raspberry blues and lime greens on his tongue.

Bulma shivered as he licked her, his tongue light as a feather. He pressed his mouth closer to hers, sliding his tongue inside to twine with hers. Her eyes closed as they kissed, feeling her body respond to his, feeling the shivery tightening of her skin. He shoved her onto the table, scattering some of the candy heedlessly he fhe floor and began to lay her back onto it, but she stopped him.

“No… this time we will go slowly… you wanted me to be a woman for once? Then see if you’re man enough for this woman.” She said seductively. He scowled at her implication that he wasn’t a man, but was intrigued as well. She took his skimpy tank top and pulled it off, then leaned closer to kiss him again, running her hands over his marvelous physique. She had always liked her men strong; Yamcha had been nicely built, but there was no way the poor man could compare to Vegeta. She even thought he was more powerfully built than Goku.

Vegeta was curious as to what she was up to. She could be aggressive when she felt like it, he was used to that. But to not fight him… he felt cheated, like she had disappointed him with her acquiescence. Still, she did things to him; he couldn’t help himself. He slowly ran his hands up under her top, and they broke the kiss, Bulma raising her arms so he could pull it off. Her pert breasts bounced slightly as she let her arms drop to his shoulders and watched him. His eyes were glued to her chest, and his hands came up to cup her, fingers pinching the tender nipples slightly. Bulma’s hiss of pleasure was soft yet sharp in the quiet room.

She leaned back resting her hands on the tabletop, and felt a scattering of candy under her fingers. She was visited by a sudden inspiration, and felt for one of those caramel filled eggs. In the meantime, Vegeta had bent over her, intending to taste her nipples, but she stopped him again.

“Wait… I want to try something. Here…” She tugged at his spandex shorts one handed, and he took them off hurriedly, growling with impatience. He was disappointed when she slithered off the table, stripped off her own shorts and pointed to the ground. “Lay down, please.” She purred. He stood stubbornly, and she shrugged, and then tilted the table up so the candy and baskets, everything on the top fell to the floor. Vegeta’s eyes were wide with surprise, but she sat down and tugged on his hand. Her bare chest just kept bouncing as she moved about, making him crazy to touch her, taste her in his mouth. The desire she caused in him never really went away, he realized as he knelt and then sat on the floor. He wanted her every waking second, every day. He needed her, though he’d never say so.

Bulma pushed him back and broke open the caramel egg, letting it drip onto his pectorals. Vegeta frowned as the she spread the cool sticky stuff onto him, baffled by her actions… until she bent over him and proceeded to lick and nibble it off. Vegeta watched her, amazed as her tongue cleaned his chest, flashing pink like a kittens tongue. His skin broke out in goose bumps as her sticky fingers trailed over his sides, tickling the hollows of his thighs. She had to dig at him with her teeth in some spots to get the caramel off, and she was being painfully thorough.

Vegeta reached for her as Bulma sat back, but she shook her head and held up another foil–covered egg. He raised an eyebrow as she broke this one over his belly and again smeared it over him, even letting it drip down his sides onto the floor. This time she massaged the caramel over him, and alternated licking him and cleaning her fingers. It was getting messy, but he didn’t care. It was oddly exciting and somewhat perverse; the thrill of her normal spitting, fighting refusal was replaced by her innovation.

He ran a finger in the amber pool on his ribs and pushed it into her mouth. She licked and sucked the digit suggestively and smiled as she bent back to her cleaning. Her breasts brushed over his growing erection and thighs, and he made an odd little purr in his throat every time they touched him. She loved that sound, and strove to make him do it over and over, her hard nipples dragging on his testicles and shaft. Vegeta’s fingers tightened on her shoulders as she moved lower and lower in her task. He wanted to toss her onto her back and ravage her, yet he waited, wondering if she’d pour candy everywhere…

Bulma chuckled and reached for a better treat for the coup de gras; the egg she cracked this time was one of those crème eggs, with the white and yellow filling that made even him weak with ecstasy when he ate it. Bulma had to really work to spread it over him, and then reached up and put half the cracked chocolate shell into his mouth. He let it melt slowly down his throat, waiting as she ate the other half, and then went back to work.

She sucked the sweet filling from the tops of his thighs, lapping at the base of his shaft, then gently worked it off his testicles, making him hiss with the unexpected pleasure her attention to this normally neglected area was causing. He was shaking by the time she slowly wound her tongue up the throbbing shaft. Vegeta’s breath left him in a rush as she slowly took him deep into her mouth, swirling her tongue all over his tortured, sticky sweet flesh. He fell back onto the floor; eyes closed as she built a slow rhythm and then began to move faster, her hand moving in time over him as well. He was moaning unknowingly as she worked him, his hips shifting up to her mouth as she took him in and trying to make her hold him inside longer.

Bulma felt him stiffen under her and tightened her grip on him, moving faster. She tasted the salty pre–emission of his orgasm and made a throaty moan of her own. Vegeta’s back arched as his orgasm hit him, fingers digging into the carpet while Bulma sucked him deep into her throat and swallowed his climax. Even when he felt limply back, she finished cleaning him off; however, he was still a sticky mess, she couldn’t get all of it off with her tongue.

Vegeta lay with wide eyes, staring at the ceiling. She had certainly shown him. She was indeed a woman to be reckoned with… But he wasn’t quite satisfied. He wanted to taste her now…

Bulma jumped and squealed when he sat up and grabbed her. He rolled her onto her back, kissing her and reaching blindly for a round foil wrapped candy. He held it as their tongues warred, and then pulled back, breaking it open and spilling the contents on her breasts, smiling when he saw it was one of those chocolate covered cherries. He fell onto her, licking and sucking the filling off, purposely leaving more on her than she had left on him. He came to her nipples and chewed them gently, feeling her writhe under him.

Bulma’s body was hot and tingling. She wanted Vegeta to take her now; she didn’t need any more foreplay. But he was enjoying himself so much, and it felt so good… her fingers twined into his hair as he ravaged her breasts. She moaned and shifted her legs around his, feeling his hardening member against her thigh. He growled in his throat and grabbed another candy, skipping down her body to her aching womanhood. He tilted her hips so her opening was spread wide open and was easy to access and crushed the candy, letting the filling dribble all over her. This time he’d grabbed a chocolate covered, cherry filled egg, and he smirked as he bent and sucked the cherries into his mouth.

Bulma sighed when the cool syrup hit her hot flesh. Vegeta’s mouth was demanding as he licked her petals and sucked the sweet syrup out of her well, his fingers coming up to tease her core. Bulma’s soft cries were pitiful; she wanted him so badly, needed him inside her. He kept cleaning her until he tasted her essence on his tongue. He growled and crawled up her body then, pressing to her entrance and waiting, wanting her to beg him. Her voice was cracked as she pleaded with him, shifting against his hardness so close to fulfilling her.

He slowly advanced, feeling her hot warm flesh taking him into her, watching as Bulma flushed and gasped, her arms shaking as she grabbed him. He felt his body surge with even more excitement and pulling back out, began a quick rhythm between them. Their sticky bodies were slightly distracting as they stuck together though, and he stopped, rolling them over so she straddled him.

Bulma leaned over his chest and he held her hips, helping her as she rose and dropped over him, creating a new pace for them. Her hands held his hips as she arched up, her back curved, eyes closed as she enjoyed his girth spreading and filling her. He watched her, her lovely face showing her pleasure in him. He grunted and arched up to meet her as she ground down at him.

Bulma gasped as her body tightened from her impending climax, her head rolling forward as her nails dug into Vegeta’s skin. He hissed and moved her faster, bringing her down harder on his shaft. She let go of his hips to reach down and feel where their bodies joined, and then leaned over, pressing her fingers into his mouth so he could taste her honey… He growled and bit her, licking the pads and then rolling her back onto her back and slamming into her ferociously. Bulma’s scream was piercing as she came violently, clawing at him and clutching him to her. He ground at her and felt his body explode again, growling with lust filled abandon. They both stiffened and shook, bodies wracked by the intense pleasure before they collapsed, panting and exhausted.

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Bulma woke first, hearing Vegeta’s soft purring version of a snore next to her. She snuggled closer, or would have if her skin weren’t stiff and sticky. Her nose wrinkled as she realized what a mess they were. Vegeta woke quickly with a nudge to the ribs. They both laughed as they tried to stand, feeling their skin pulled tight in spots by the dried on sugar. They looked filthy as well, chocolate and caramel and other things smeared on their bodies. She was puzzled when Vegeta hissed and grabbed her, flying up to her room.

“Woman, there was no way to walk, it’s too sticky!” He grunted at her questioning look. He turned on the water and pulled her into the shower, enjoying washing the stuff off her generous curves. Bulma enjoyed herself too, scrubbing his tough yet velvet soft skin with a sponge and running her hands over his slick body. She heard his breathing get heavy, and pressed close to him.

He liked her slippery skin on his, and how his hands slid easily over her. He kissed her neck, fingers digging into her firm ass to press her closer to his growing arousal. Bulma gasped when Vegeta shoved her against the wall, and felt a thrill of alarm when he reached down, hiking her up the wall and spreading her open from behind her thighs. He nestled up to her and moved his hips slowly, letting his hardening shaft stroke her opening. Her legs opened further, inviting more contact, until he slowly slid inside, face buried in her neck as they paused and enjoyed the conjunction.

Bulma’s arms wrapped around him as her head rested back against the wall. Vegeta moved slowly, ignoring the spray of hot water falling on their faces, feeling nothing but her warmth embracing him, stoking him within her. Bulma began to gasp and moan as he thrust harder and faster, soon driving deep into her. Each motion made her pleasure greater, waves of ecstasy washing over her. She let her hands drift down his back until she found the hollow scar where his tail had been, and pressed gently with her nails. Vegeta sucked his breath between his teeth and nearly fell as his knees went weak from pleasure. She felt his member throb inside her, and pressed harder on the spot.

He was blinded by the intense sensation, his body moving without his control. Her massage made him shake and arch harder into her, which made her moan as her pleasure raced through her. Back and forth they moved until he was mindless with enjoyment. His howl as he came was unexpected, but his wild thrashing against her made her cum too, shaking and screaming as it went on and on. Finally it slowed and stopped, and they relaxed against the wall, panting from the rush. Vegeta leaned his weight on her, trembling from aftershocks.

“Dammit Woman… I’ve never been so weak! What made you try that?” Vegeta panted.

“Oh, I don’t know… I wanted to try it for a while. I like the results, Vegeta…” Bulma purred, touching the spot again. He growled and tried to get away, but she only laughed and proceeded to start on him again…

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DragonBallZ created by Akira Toriyama 1982