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Heat Wave	By : dappledrabbit Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yuri - Female/Female Views: 1639 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Heat Wave
- 1
Disclaimer
and Author�s Blasted Notes:

Dragonball/Z/GT
do not belong to me.... such a pity. If they did, I'd have not made the mistake
of doing GT, and if by some freakish happening I DID, I'd most definitely have
made Gohan the strongest (Which he is anyway, so shut ya face) and I'd have made
Trunks wear at least half-decent clothes appropriate for someone of his age. (He
wears 5-year-old Gohan-gear when he's thirty-something! If that's not porangi
paki, I dunno what is!) So, anyway, where was I? Oh, yes... and I'd make Pan
non-existent, ya see, cause if I owned Dragonball Z I'd have been incredibly
merciful towards Gohan and had Videl... well... not exist. Then I would have
either a) Given Gohan his much deserved shounen-ai with Mirai Torunksu, or b)
Would've written him in as Vegeta's aggressive uke. Either one suits me fine! :D
Yeah, well, enough disclaimer. Please don't sue me! I wrote this for Koishii!
And I didn't charge him, so there! No grounds! I'm not making any money! Yadda,
yadda, yadda�

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Heat Wave 1

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Bulma sighed agonizingly. Brushing a hand through her shoulder-length aqua-blue
hair, the silky strands twining and slipping around her fingers, she
straightened, stepping back and away from the bench she'd been leaning over for
the past countless hours. She sighed again, this time a quiet groan mingling
with the hot air that rushed out from between her lips. She plucked at the front
of the singlet she'd borrowed from Vegeta while he was sleeping, the sweat from
her hot body causing the material to stick and mould to her skin; and flapped
the damp cotton, allowing cool gusts of air to gush down between her breasts and
cool her. This completely out-of-season heatwave was doing strange things to
her.


She'd gotten up just after midnight, after awakening from a confusing dream
filled with bright, furious colours and maddening voices. The dream had left her
strangely horny, her inner thighs damp with her own juices, and had awakened an
insane urge within her to build something. Anything. Just... build something.

          So
she'd build this.


Whatever it was.

          She
took another step back away from the cluttered workbench in the middle of one of
her small laboratories and scratched an imaginary itch somewhere in the mass of
her aqua strands. She stared at her bizarre creation; a small, oddly shaped
black box, trying to puzzle out what exactly it was she'd thrown together. Her
left nipple tingled and she absently rubbed it with the heel of her hand. It
tightened beneath her palm, the nipple hardening and the breast lifting. Bulma
was vaguely aware of it, however, her mind focused entirely on the black box in
a small clear space on the cluttered bench.


"It's not working." Is all she said.

          A
deep, husky voice spoke suddenly from behind her.


"Maybe you should turn it on."

          She
turned as Vegeta stepped into the room from the shadowed hall beyond the
doorway. She felt a small bolt of anger shoot through her at his imperious tone,
mingled with... something else. The anger crept through into her voice as she
replied sharply.


"Well, I would if I knew how! I don't even know where the switch is on this damn
thing!" Irritated, she brushed a strand of hair out of her eyes and behind her
ear.


Vegeta just cocked an eyebrow at her and walked over to the workbench. He
reached out with a gloved hand to touch the object, but Bulma quickly grabbed
his arm before his fingertips brushed the box's black, shiny surface.


"No, Vegeta - don't! I don't know what it does yet!"


Vegeta looked back at her, his eyebrow raised in question.

          "Kuso,
woman." He said. "I was only going to touch the baka thing. You said yourself
that it's not working."


"It's not, I mean, I don't think it is, but - "


"Quiet woman!" Vegeta ordered, pulling his arm easily from her weak grasp.


Bulma instantly fell silent. She hated when he called her 'Woman', it was so
degrading, but when Vegeta ordered her to do something, she had little choice
but to obey. She loved him, but sometimes, sometimes she was completely and
utterly scared of him.


He�d be an utter idiot not to notice it.


"I'm hungry." He said, not a touch of whining in his voice. It was a statement.
He reached out for her face with one gloved hand but she jerked her head back
away from his touch. A momentary anger flashed across his face, and his scowl
deepened. He suddenly turned, his back to her, and started to leave the room.


Bulma watched his retreating back with narrowed eyes.

          In
the doorway he stopped. Without turning back to face her, he said over his
shoulder in a cool voice laced with indifference. "You look tired. Maybe you
should sleep some more." And with that said he disappeared into the shadowed
corridor.


Bulma fumed silently for a few moments, then 'Hmph'-ing violently, she turned
back to the table to contemplate her latest creation.

          It
was strange, but each time she looked at it the box seemed to look a little
different. Puzzling over this for little more than a moment, she shrugged and
lifted the hair at the back of her neck, fanning cool air over the heated skin.
Her eyes scanned the cluttered room once more before settling on that damned
black box again. She wasn't very happy with that box right now. Why wouldn't it
just break its silence and tell her what it was for? It would save her all the
trouble of getting even more upset and having to apologise to Vegeta later on
that night for being a total bitch. Though, by now, he should be used to it.
They had, after all, been living together for almost seven years.

          As
she cleared a space on the workbench in which to sit, she caught sight of her
reflection in a small polished metal plate and grimaced. Vegeta was right, she
did look tired. Which was quite strange because she didn't feel tired at all.
Instead, a small smile pulling at the corner of her lips, she realized that what
she was feeling were the teasing edges of arousal.

          As
her mind focused upon that feeling, recognising it, it intensified. Images rose
into her mind, recalled from memory, of the time Vegeta had fucked henselnseless
right there on that very bench. If she remembered properly, he'd come up behind
her while she was working on plans for increasing the life-span of the Capsule
homes, surprising her, and then, as bold and sure as the Saiya-jin Prince he
was, he'd pulled her back against his chest, one of his powerful hands sliding
down fronfront of her jeans while the other had slid up under her shirt, cupping
one of her breasts and kneading the nipple until it had become as hard as his
arousal had been as it pressed against the curve of her buttocks.


Bulma's eyes half-closed with the memory, and as she shuddered with excitement
at the recollection, she slipped her own hand under the baggy borrowed singlet
and across her flat stomach, down under the band of her jeans, and lower to
where the heat issued from her in throbbing wet warmth.

          She
bit her lower lip as she fingered herself, testing the extent of her arousal,
her juices moistening her fingers and slicking her labia. Almost violently, she
massaged her clitoris, waves of pleasure rolling off her like thick molasses,
her other hand snapping open her jeans before moving down to plunge her fingers
deep into her sex. Her head rolling, she sighed aloud in the pleasure her
thrusting fingers evoked. Lifting her legs and bracing them on the workbench
either side of her, she widened herself for her fingers, deepening their
thrusts. She took one of her hands away, lifting the fingers to her lips, and
tasted the hot, sticky sweetness that coated them all the way up to the larger
knuckles and was smeared thickly on the flesh of her palm.

          She
wished she hadn't sent Vegeta away now, she could really settle for a piece of
his hot, throbbing meat pounding away inside of her right about now. Almost
groaning with the surge of wanting that rolled through her, she was so
preoccupied with the prospect of her release, her own lascivious sighs in her
ears, that she was unaware of the footsteps as they sounded out in the corridor
beyond, growing louder as they neared. And as was she unaware of her name being
called, so focused on that bright pinpoint of light that was her approaching
orgasm, that it wasn't until she heard the harsh gasp and the almost shouted;
"Shit! Sorry!" that her mind clicked onto the fact that she was no longer alone.


Like a freight train, sobriety slammed into her, the waves of her orgasm that
were so fast approaching, already fading out of her reach. With cold dread and
the beginnings of a huge embarrassment, she lifted her head slightly and looked
straight ahead into the eyes of the person who had interrupted her.


Startling pale azure blue eyes stared widely back at her from out of a brightly
blushing face.


"I...uh...I'll just go now, Bulma-san... I...uh�I'm sorry to
have...uh�interrupted you. Ahem. Um... bye."

          The
sound of retreating footsteps pounded into her brain, echoing the beatings of
her heart as it thumped madly away in her chest. With sudden trepidation, she
lurched up of the workbench, clasping the front of her jeans closed in one hand
while running for the door. She had to stop her, had to explain that she wasn't
a sex maniac and that she'd just caught her doing something she would never
normally do. At least, not really.


"Videl, wait!" she called.

          To
her amazement, the footsteps halted, and as she reached the door to peer down
the corridor, she saw that indeed, the small-boned, slender girl had stopped her
flee, turned around, and was now staring at Bulma, her hands clasped in front of
her, fidgeting, her face flushed bright red.


Bulma felt her own face burning as she zipped up and buttoned her jeans. "I have
to...um...explain."


Polite confusion suddenly reigned on the young girls face. "Explain what? What
you were... uhh..." Her blush deepened and she laughed shortly in embarrassment.
"I should have knocked first. Or called louder."


Bulma shook her head, her embarrassment starting to fade a little. "I should've
closed the door."


They stared at each other for a moment, the silence awkward between them.


Videl was the first to break it. "There's no need to... ahh, apologise,
Bulma-san. It wasn't as though you were with Gohan, or anything." She said,
brushing her hand through her short close-cropped ebony hair.


Bulma laughed at the thought, a strange laugh, filled with released tension.
"I'm still sorry you had to see. But anyway, was there a particular reason as to
why you wanted to see me?"


Videl started to fidget again. "Well, actually, he is the reason. Gohan, I mean.
He wasn't at school today and I was wondering if you've seen him. He was
supposed to meet me after final bell but he never showed up."


Bulma shook her head, her embarrassment nearly all but gone now. "No, sorry, I
haven't seen him. Maybe he was sick and stayed home today."


Videl frowned. "Maybe, but do Saiya-jin's even get sick? I mean, you know, like
we do? And if he was, he would've called."


Bulma nodded. "True." she replied. "But, hey, don't worry about it." She smiled
reassuringly at the dark-haired girl. "Let's go into the lab and give Chi-Chi a
call, ne? She always knows where he is."

          The
smile Videl shot up at her was so beautiful that Bulma found herself holding her
breath. Her heart that had started to calm down and was halfway normal began to
race beneath her breast. Realising that she was staring, Bulma dragged her eyes
away and turned, leading Videl back into the small laboratory containing that
mystifying black box. She pointed to the phone on the wall, and politely tried
to not listen as Videl called Son Chi-Chi to ask the whereabouts of her
boyfriend and the woman�s son. There was silence for a few moments, then Bulma
heard the receiver replaced and Videl sigh.

          "No
one home." she said.


Bulma frowned. "That's odd. There's usually someone there. Maybe Chi-Chi's
shopping."


Videl stared at the floor and sighed again. "Maybe." she replied, downcast.


Bulma found herself moving closer to the teenage girl. Her heart sounded so loud
in her ears that she was afraid Videl would hear it. As she neared, the girls
scent rose heavily into her nostrils, and without warning an unrestrained lust
gripped her. She realised, suddenly, that she wanted this girl. Her vision
reddened, an almost animal-like sound rising from her throat, and Videl barely
had time to look up before Bulma grasped her by the shoulders and pulled her
hard against her. Through the fog of red, Bulma caught a glimpse of pink lips
parted in surprise and wide, startled blue eyes the colour of a clear summer sky
before her lips were on her, and she was kissing her.


Videl went stiff in her arms, an alarmed shout muffled against Bulma's ravaging
lips. Then suddenly she began to struggle, the shoulders in her grips trying to
shrug themselves free, the force she was using to try to break her lips away
from Bulma's bringing her chest into contact with the older woman�s. With a warm
flood of pleasure Bulma realised that Videl wasn't wearing a bra. /That makes
this all the more easier for
me./
She thought to herself. She was going to have her. And she was going to have her
NOW. With her lips still pressed to hers, Videl's grunts of protest vibrating
against them, she let go of one of her shoulders and grasped the front of
Videl�s button down shirt. With a sudden yank, she heard the satisfying sounds
of several buttons popping and the tearing of the fragile material. The
protestations suddenly changed pitch against her lips.


Videl railed against the older woman, but for some reason her strength wasn't
availing her any. The lips pressed to hers were soft, the suction strong, and
the tongue that thrust its way forcefully between her lips was startlingly,
unexpectedly pleasant. Bulma's large heavy breasts pressed against her own
smaller chest and as she struggled against the woman they rubbed together and,
amazingly, she felt her nipples harden. Suddenly, she found herself becoming
aroused by the close proximity of their bodies, by the way they felt rubbing
together, and by the way the tongue in her mouth delved and caressed her own
with sensual aggression. Before she could wonder why, she found herself
responding; kissing Bulma back with abandonment she had never felt before.


Bulma grunted in delectation as she felt Videl respond and return her kisses
just as forcefully, her body pressed up hard against hers. Bulma grasped her
shoulders harder, and pushed her up against the workbench, her tongue thrusting
powerfully within her mouth, her hands caressing one of her breasts through the
half-torn cloth of her shirt. With the other hand she swept everything on the
bench to the floor, and among the crescendo of clanging metal things, she pushed
Videl down on the table, and with deft fingers, swiftly unbuttoned her jeans and
tugged them down her thighs. Her white cotton underwear followed almost
immediately.


Videl was blushing, her sweet face hot with either embarrassment or passion, or
both. Bulma looked down at the juncture between the girl�s thighs, at what the
slight, sparse thatch of dark ebony hair was hiding. With a smile of pleasure,
Bulma licked one of her fingers and placed it on the small red nub of flesh that
protruded slightly from the folds of her labia. She rubbed it gently and was
rewarded with a soft groan from Videl. Still smiling, she dropped to her knees,
and, grasping Videl�s ankles firmly, she lifted her legs still trapped within
the cloth of her jeans and lifted them over her head and behind her neck.
Closing her eyes and breathing in the scent of her down there, Videl's fingers
tangling in her hair, she buried her face in her hot, sweet flesh and slid her
tongue deep into her waiting warmth as far as it would reach. Above her, Videl�s
blissful sighs filled the lab. Reaching for the front of her jeans, Bulma
quickly unbuttoned them and pulled them and her panties off, first one leg, then
the other, her tongue never stopping its exploration of Videl�s secrets.

          Her
hands slipped up under Videl�s shirt, caressing her breasts as she tongued her,
lifting their small weight and cupping the soft yet firm mounds in her palms,
fingering the nipples into hard nubs of flesh. Videl groaned and closed her eyes
as Bulma unfolded her, alive to every lap of her rough tongue on her labia, her
clitoris, and each thrust the hard muscle made as Bulma pushed it further into
her, licking all the moisture from her walls yet still enticing more to flood
out and drench her tongue.


Pulling back and standing, Bulma looked down, a smile of satisfaction on her
lips, as Videl panted, her pale blue eyes shining with arousal and gleaming with
a hungry need. Her face was hot, her own breathing rapid, as she finished
undressing her. Shoes and socks fist, then the half removed jeans next, and then
finally the shirt with it's partially torn buttons. She tossed the clothes to
the floor and stood back to admire the smaller girls naked body. Gleaming with
sweat, the sun-tanned flshonshone like burnished gold, the small, heaving
breasts with their large dusky pink areola and deep red nipples mere curves
amongst the rest of the soft angles of her body. Gripping Videl�s knees, she
pushed them up and back, spreading her for her rapture, holding her there,
wonderfully exposed.


"Finger yourself," she said, not letting her go.


Videl bit her lip, and, putting her hands between her legs, made a show for her.
Bulma had slickened her well, but her fingers went deeper than Bulma's tongue,
her thumb stroking her engorged clit as her fingers slid in and out of her sex.
Bulma gorged on the site, glancing up to her face with her heavy-lidded eyes
several times, then returning to the spectacle below. She encouraged her with
her admiration, calling her a host of sweet names, her face flushed witr
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arousal. Videl started to push her hips up from the bench to meet her fingers,
and Bulma took firmer grip of her knees as she moved, opening her wider still.
Lifting her right hand to her mouth, she licked her middle finger and put it
down against the pucker of Videl�s other hole, rubbing it gently.

          "I
want you,� she said.


Videl sat up, withdrawing one hand from its dalliance with her sex, and tugged
wordlessly at Bulma's sweat-dampened singlet, near tearing it off of the older
woman�s more voluptuous body. Throwing the bolt of material to the floor, she
snaked her arm around Bulma's waist, her palm pressing hard between her
shoulder-blades, forcing her forwards, and with an unexpected savagery, bent her
head and took one of her nipples into her mouth. Bulma gasped on an indrawn
breath, tilting her head back and half-closing her eyes, gripping a handful of
Videl�s midnight hair in her left hand while her right continued its caress of
the young girls virgin entrance with more fervour. Videl�s tongue was small,
hard, it's rough texture eliciting small sighs of pleasure from Bulma as it
lapped the entire surface of her abundant breasts, swirling tantalisingly around
her nipples, sucking them into her hot, sweet mouth, her teeth nipping,
stimulating, exciting. She felt Videl�s fingers move from her sex, then felt
them press suddenly against her own. With a gasp, her hand fisting in Videl�s
hair, she felt her legs almost give out at the first brush of fingertips against
her burning centre. With a barely suppressed groan, she tilted her pelvis
upwards, rubbing her engorged clit against the fingers that so readily delved
into her liquid heat. With savage thrusts, Videl pumped her fingers into Bulma
with a heavy, almost violent tempo. Her lips, teeth and tongue working
ferverently against her heaving, sweat and saliva coated breasts. Groaning,
Bulma pushed her hips against Videl�s fingers for a moment, before gripping her
wrist and pulling the fingers out of her. Raising Videl�s hand to her lips, she
licked all the juice from the fingers as if it were honey, then leant down,
Videl�s breath hot against her face, and kissed her.


Their breaths exploded into each other�s mouths, Videl�s hands tangling in
Bulma's shoulder-length aqua-blue hair as she pulled her head down, their
tongues thrusting against each other, deepening the kiss. Rising up, Bulma broke
off the kiss and pushed her down on the bench, Videl's bare shoulders slapping
against the cool metal, and straddled her. With one hand she traced the side of
Videl's face, her fingers running lightly over her lips, hot air rushing from
between them in sharp, powerful gusts as she panted. With sudden tenderness, she
dipped her head and brushed her lips against her neck, the flesh rising to her
lips as Videl arched beneath her, her quiet sigh loud in her ears. Swirling her
tongue against her sweet salty skin, she slipped a hand down over her waist, the
gentle curve of her hip, and across her thighs. With Videl�s sweet whimpers in
her ears, she moved, parting the girl�s legs and settling herself between them.
Tossing her head back, Bulma rose up above her, her pelvis grinding heavily into
the girl beneath hers, eliciting a heavy gasp from her. Slipping her hand up the
girl�s thigh, her fingers found her entrance and plunged inside, fingering her
wildly. Videl began to jerk beneath her, driving her hips up against Bulma's,
their clits rubbing together in chaos of excitement, her sweet gasps loud in
Bulma's ears. Her thighs were like a vice around Bulma's hips, her hands
clutching wildly at the flesh of Bulma's upper arms as they worked their sweat-slickened
bodies against each other. Her fingers pumped harder and faster into Videl�s
slick sex, and she gazed down into the girls face, her vision hazy with lust and
rising ecstasy. Videl�s eyes were squinted shut with an almost feral expression
of hunger, her teeth bared as she powered her body against Bulma's. Her nails
raked her back, her gasps growing louder and more fevered. Bulma threw her head
back and ground her hips down harder, faster; Videl�s nails digging convulsively
into her shoulders and back, drawing blood. Suddenly, without warning, Videl
shuddered beneath her and cried aloud, again and again, and Bulma lost all
control. A wild screaming in her ears, Bulma surged against the shuddering girl,
her back arched like a taught bow above her, and came, screaming aloud once as
the flood of her ecstasy gushed from her in an unchecked torrent.


Breathing heavily, Bulma sank down into Videl�s embrace, both their bodies
coated in sweat and cum and smelling heavily of sex. They lay there together for
a long, quiet moment, before Bulma pulled away, rolled to the side, and sat up.
She looked down at herself in satisfaction, at the small, bleeding bite marks on
her breasts, at the vivid purple bruises on her upper arms, and the clear,
glistening cum coating her thighs and belly. She sighed with pleasure, feeling
blessedly refreshed and calm. She felt Videl stir next to her, and looked over
to see her sitting up. Those pale blue eyes fixed themselves on her, then
suddenly, Videl blushed. Bulma grinned at her, then slid off the workbench and
gathered her clothes up and began to dress. Haltingly, Videl did the same, and
Bulma couldn't help but look over at the girl as she pulled on her cotton
underwear and jeans. She watched, shrugging Vegeta's singlet over her head, as
Videl picked up what was left of her shirt and stared at it.


"Damn." she muttered.

          "I
can lend you a shirt." Bulma offered, once again buttoning up her jeans.


Videl blushed again. "No need." She said. "I have my gym shirt in my bag. I can
wear that." So saying, she did so.

          No
goodbyes were said as Videl picked up her school bag, slung it over her
shoulder, and left the small laboratory. Bulma didn't even escort her out of
Capsule Corp; she didn't need to. Videl knew her way in and out of the complex
well enough, and Bulma had no doubt that she'd find her own way out. She also
had no doubt in her mind that after what had just happened, their relationship
would never be the same, and that what had happened would probably happen again.
With a sigh the combination of many different emotions, mostly bliss but with a
small amount of regret, she turned her back to the open door, and surveyed the
room.

          It
was a mess. In their sexual frenzy they'd knocked everything off of the
workbench, and with sudden trepidation, Bulma's eyes fell upon the shards of
what remained of her most recent creation. It was smashed almost beyond
recognition, the black colour of the shards the only way to tell what it had
once been. Sudden anger blooming within her, she bent down and scooped up one of
the larger shards, shaped like a diamond, shimmering, multi-faceted. Sighing
again, she placed the shard on the workbench, then got to work cleaning up the
rest of the mess. This had to be one of the most hectic and confusing days in
her life.

She just
couldn't wait for tomorrow.

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~To Be
Continued~

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Post Scriptum:

There. Did ya
like? I'll tell ya, it was bloody hard to write. Not that Yuri is difficult for
me, no more so than Yaoi, but rather the difficulty in writing this fic came of
the fact that I hate these two characters. Okay, hate may be an excessively
strong word, Bulma can be tolerable SOMETIMES, but damn, do I hate Videl! The
next chapters are going to be easier to write, the Muses willing. Or perhaps
not. When writing about characters I like I tend to take a lot of time trying
to get them as IC as possible. Maybe I should just say �Screw it!� and write
them how I want to. It�s not like the situations are realistic in any way� so
why should I make the people?

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