Cure For What Ails Ya | By : mischiefmaker Category: Dragon Ball Z > General Views: 1347 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z. Okay, there I said
it. You happy? Now I’m going to go back to my fantasy world where I pretend
that I do. I don’t own Cocoa Puffs or Count Chocula either.
The idea for this popped in my head when I was sick last week.
I also have to give a little credit for inspiration to the Friends episode
where Monica is sick and tries to seduce Chandler.
However, this is nothing like that.
Cure For What Ails Ya
Bulma woke to psychotically annoying screech of the alarm
clock. ‘I swear that thing gets louder everyday.’ She slapped at it three times
before actually hitting the snooze button and rolled over, tangling herself
within the warmth of the comforter. Five minutes later, though, her blissful
slumber was interrupted once again. This time she turned it off on the first
try, but also managed to knock the clock off the nightstand. She groaned
knowing that next time it went off, she would have to get out of bed to turn the damned thing off.
‘Might as well get up now,’ she sighed. She sat up and was
immediately woozy. Her head hurt, her sinuses were clogged, and damn it her
throat was dry and scratchy. Once disentangled from the bedspread, she stood up
and nearly tripped over the cursed alarm clock as she groggily made her way to
the adjacent bathroom. Upon blowing her nose three times and coughing up a gob
of phlegm that would’ve made her six year old son proud, Bulma decided that she
would not go to work today.
She took some cold medicine and nearly vomited when the
stupid little pills tried to stick in her throat. After leaving a message at
work and waking up Trunks, she trudged downstairs to the kitchen to make sure
they had enough cereal for everyone to eat. “I’m sure as hell not cooking,” she
mumbled. Vegeta was already there eating an orange when she walked into the
kitchen still wearing her pajamas.
“Woman, you look like crap.”
“And I feel worse, so don’t start this morning.” He sat down
and watched with half interest as she pulled out 10 boxes of cereal from the pantry
and set them on the table along with two large salad bowls, two spoons, and a
gallon of milk.
“What’s this?”
“Breakfast,” she replied as she left the kitchen to go lay
down on the sofa. He was about to complain when Trunks came bouncing into the kitchen.
“Hey dad.”
“Hi,” he grumbled as he grabbed a bowl and began to pick out
which boxes he wanted for breakfast.
“I want the Cocoa Puffs!” Trunks whined as Vegeta was about
to pour them in his bowl.
“I grabbed them first.”
“But I’m the child. I should get first pick.” Vegeta looked
at his only son who now had puppy dog eyes and his bottom lip sticking out.
‘But they’re my favorite, damn it!’ his mind was screaming. “Fine,
you can have the Cocoa Puffs if I get all three boxes of Count Chocula.” Trunks
sat and considered the offer before smiling at his father.
“Okay.” The two worked out their cereal issues and devoured
the sugary meal within a few minutes. The boy grabbed his backpack after
putting his bowl in the sink and ran toward the living room. “Mom, I’m ready to
go.”
“Grandma’s going to take you to school today, Sweetie. I’m
not feeling well,” she told him as he plopped down on the couch with her.
“Okay. Bye mom. I’ll see you later.” He smiled, and the
young half breed skipped off next door in search of his grandmother. As soon as
he was gone, Vegeta walked into the living room and sat down across from Bulma.
“What’s wrong with you today? You’re still in your sleeping
clothes, we ate cereal for breakfast, and now you’re not taking the boy to
school?”
“I didn’t hear you complaining when you were about to fight
our son for the Cocoa Puffs,” she said with a laugh before she broke off into a
coughing fit. He just crossed his arms and stared at her waiting for his answer.
“I’m sick, Vegeta. I feel like my head is going to explode, I can’t breath, it
hurts to talk. I’m going to sit around and sleep today. Hopefully it’ll make me
feel better.” He only nodded in response as he got up to go train.
Bulma spent the next several hours watching TV, well as much
as one could after loading up on cold medicine. Vegeta came in there around
lunch time to find her asleep on the couch. He noticed a pile of used tissues on
the coffee table and cringed before going into the kitchen to find something to
eat. As he sat at the table consuming his mass quantities of food, he tried to think
of something to remedy the situation.
‘I ate six boxes of cereal for breakfast. I fixed my own
lunch without complaint. I’ve got to get her feeling better before dinner, but how?’
His face lit up as he thought of a possible solution, but quickly fell. ‘No,
that wouldn’t work. Wait, that might….no. Damn humans and their weak immune
systems. Ah hah!’ He jumped out of his chair when the perfect plan hit him. His
eyes narrowed and his mouth curved into a devious smirk that would shame the
grinch. “It’s perfect.” He quickly inhaled the rest of his lunch so he could
get to work on the plan.
‘Should I shower? Hmm, sometimes she complains about me
being sweaty, but other times she says she likes it. Well, she is sick, so
maybe I should, but she probably can’t smell anything anyway. Oh what the
hell,’ he decided and went up to the bathroom. After taking a quick shower, he
put on a pair of lounge pants and sat down in front of the primitive thing she called
a computer so he could get on the internet. He needed some help (he shuddered
at the thought) and had learned a long time ago that this was the best way to
get it. He could get the desired information without having to deal with anyone
else.
Vegeta was trying to find out what foods should be eaten
when a person is sick, but he realized that he needed to know what was wrong
with her. ‘Damn! Wait, what’s this?’ There was a list of symptoms and
corresponding illnesses. “Good. Now let’s see, runny nose?” The image of all
her tissues quickly jumped into his head. “That would definitely be a yes.
Fever? Don’t know. Soar throat? I think she said something about it hurting to
talk.” He went through the list of symptoms and was able to deduce with an 85%
rate of accuracy that she had the common cold.
“Chicken noodle soup?” Vegeta grinned. “I saw some of that
in the pantry a while back. Heh heh.” He went back to the living room where
Bulma was still fast asleep. ‘Not for long,’ he thought as he went into the
kitchen to find the soup. Of course it was still there since Saiyajin wouldn’t
waste their time with such meager portions. Apparently it was something she had
bought just for an occasion such as this. He dumped the contents into a bowl
and heated it up with some of his ki. He grabbed a spoon and some paper towels
and went into the living room. He brushed her used tissues onto the floor and
sat down on the coffee table directly in front of her.
“Wake up,” he said in a very un-Vegeta-like voice as he
nudged her with his foot. Blue eyes slowly opened but almost popped out of her
head the instant she registered the sight before her. She quickly sat up and
stretched.
“Vegeta, what’ going on?” she asked before blowing her nose.
“You’re sick. This stuff is supposed to make you feel
better.” He motioned toward the bowl in his hands. Her eyebrow jerked upward,
and she placed the back of her hand on his forehead.
“Are you sure you’re not sick also?” She laughed but then
started coughing, and he rolled his eyes.
“Woman, I’m fine. It would take a lot more than one of your
weak earth viruses to slow me down. Now eat this.” He filled the spoon and held
it out to her. She glanced down at it, not sure if she wanted to eat its
contents. ‘He cooked it after all, or did he? It might be cold.’ Her gaze
traveled back up to his face, and the look she received said he was getting
impatient. Bulma gave him a weak grin and ate the spoonful of soup. She was
shocked. It was perfect. She then realized just how hungry she was after not
eating breakfast. Vegeta had another spoonful waiting for her which she
graciously accepted. As he continued to feed her, Bulma couldn’t help but
wonder why he was being so nice.
“Man I needed that. I didn’t realize how hungry I was. Thank
you,” Bulma said as she leaned back into the couch.
“You still have a little left.” Vegeta set the bowl down on
the table as he grabbed one of the longer noodles and put the end of it between
his lips. He sat on his knees between her feet and pulled her torso up from the
back of the couch to feed her the last noodle. Bulma sat there wide-eyed in
complete shock as he pulled her against his chest and proceeded to feed her
with his lips. ‘I can’t believe he’s actually getting provocative with soup,’
she thought as she took the noodle and sucked it from his mouth. As she slowly
ate the tiny morsel, Vegeta began kissing her neck softly from her shoulder to
her jaw, suckling and teasing as his hands unbuttoned her pajama top. All
thoughts of her cold disappeared as his lips worked their magic and focused
their attention on the sensitive skin behind her ear. She gasped and wrapped
her arms around her mate’s naked torso.
When the last button of her top was undone, Vegeta quickly
removed the obstruction, and his hands went to work on her. They started at the
base of her spine and traveled upward in a feather-like caress leaving tingling
sensations in their wake. Bulma arched her back involuntarily and leaned her
head back exposing more of her neck. He softly licked up her throat from the top
of her sternum to her chin.
One of his hands then slithered around to her stomach to
continue its barely-there touches. It slid up from her navel and up the valley
between her breasts before brushing over the aching mounds. She shuddered when
his finger tips finally reached her erect nipple, igniting a fire deep within
her. As soon as the contact was made, his hands retreated and were replaced by
a set of moist lips. His mouth danced along her skin with unprecedented skill as
he succeeded in making her ache more than she thought possible. Her hands were
twisting in his wild hair as his tongue caressed the hardened peak of her
breast. Her hips were grinding against him in a weak attempt to alleviate the
burning between them.
She thought her silent plea was answered when Vegeta’s mouth
descended down her stomach as her remaining clothes were removed and tossed to
the floor. Instead he sat back and
grabbed her foot, kissing the arch, moving over the ankle, and ever so slowly up
her leg.
“Damn it, Vegeta!” she groaned in sheer frustration as her
fist pounded the couch. He couldn’t help but chuckle.
“Patience is a virtue. Isn’t that what you always tell me?”
he asked, grinning evilly as he kissed the inside of her knee.
“Screw patience.” She grabbed him by the hair and forcefully
pulled him to her; of course he let her. He ran his tongue over her softly at
first, but she wasn’t having that. She needed more. She wrapped her legs
tightly around his neck, securing him in place as they pulled him closer. He
entered her with his tongue, probing and exploring while his fingers teased the
sensitive nub just above. Bulma’s moans were no longer able to be restrained as
he brought her closer to bliss.
Her legs tightened their grip as well as her hands that were
buried in his hair when his mouth moved up to her clit. Her head flew back as
he mercilessly sucked on the small bundle of nerves. He inserted two fingers
and pumped vigorously as his mouth continued to assault her senses. Her legs
convulsed as she exploded from within, screaming despite her soar throat, and
digging her nails into his scalp.
As the post-orgasmic haze slowly lifted, Bulma looked at her
mate to find that he had placed her feet back on the floor, crossed his arms over
her thighs, rested his chin on his arms, and was watching her with a grin.
“Welcome back,” he said. She smiled, that was all she could
do at that point.
“Kiss me,” she panted. He sat up and pulled her to him,
capturing her lips with his. Bulma fumbled with the drawstring on his pants
before getting it untied. When she finally loosened it, she slipped his pants
over his hips, and he broke the kiss to pull them off the rest of the way. Once
they were out of the way, he sat down on the couch and pulled her on top of
him. She immediately impaled herself on his erection. His eyes shut and his
head leaned back into the cushion as she began moving on him. Vegeta roughly grasped
her hips as her pace increased.
Bulma nipped and sucked on his earlobe causing him to moan.
He began thrusting his hips up to meet her while his hands pulled her down on
him. She wrapped her arms around his neck as she felt herself getting close. Vegeta
took one of her nipples into his mouth and sucked on it almost painfully. She
slammed herself onto his throbbing member a few more times before the waves of
climax overtook her again. The clenching of her walls sent him over the edge,
and he growled as he spilled into her.
Once the quaking subsided, Bulma rested her head on Vegeta’s
shoulder while she tried to catch her breath. He sat there for several minutes,
content to have his woman in his arms before realizing she had passed out on
top of him. He chuckled to himself as he laid her down on the couch and covered
her with a throw. After pulling his pants back on, he grabbed the almost empty
bowl of soup. He walked into the kitchen to put up the dish and smirked to
himself. ‘She’ll definitely be feeling better when she wakes up.’ Satisfied
that his plan would work, he went to change into his training clothes and hit
the gravity room.
Bulma woke up a few hours later feeling quite a bit better.
‘That cold medicine must finally be kicking in.’ She then realized she was
still naked. She grabbed her pajamas from the floor and put them back on before
going upstairs to take a quick shower, since it was almost time to pick Trunks
up from school.
Around dinner time, Vegeta exited the gravity room to be
greeted with the smell of food cooking and smiled. ‘I knew it would work.’ He
went into the kitchen to find his son sitting at the table blabbing 90 miles an
hour about everything he had done at school that day. He turned to his wife and
was surprised to see that she actually appeared to understand everything the
child was saying. He walked over to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water.
“Dinner’s almost ready. It’ll just be a few minutes,” Bulma
said as he guzzled the contents of the bottle in a couple of seconds.
“You seem to be feeling better. I guess my remedy worked
then.” He grinned as he tossed the empty bottle in the trash. She smiled back
and nodded. There was no way in hell she was going to tell him that she had
loaded up on medicine earlier. It’s not often she got this kind of special attention
from her alien prince, sex yes but not a meal and open concern for her well
being.
“I feel much better now, but I won’t be completely well for
a few days,” she whispered in his ear as her fingers danced along his
pectorals.
“Really?” he asked with a grin. She nodded.
“I think I might require several doses before I get over
this.” Her arms traveled around his neck and into his hair as she kissed him.
They were interrupted by their protesting son.
“Ew, gross. Hello, there’s a child over here.” The two
separated, and Bulma laughed as she turned to stir one of the pots on the
stove. Vegeta wrapped an arm around her waist from behind and nibbled on her
earlobe.
“Tonight,” was all he said before leaving the room. She
giggled as she finished getting the food ready. ‘I might have to get some more
soup.’
The End
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