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Pure Evil Omake: Three's Company	By : sefiru Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2692 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Pure Evil Omake: Three�s Company

By Sefiru

Summary: Bulma wants another
child. Who ya gonna call?

Pairing: Kakarott x Vegeta x Bulma

Warnings: NC-17, yaoi, het, anal, M/M/F

Disclaimer: I own nothing, all belongs to Kakarott. Mmmm. Oh yeah, Master �

***

�� Kakarott holds court over another family
dinner, a massive set of tongs his scepter. The scent of roasting meat fills
the air. More of the family than usual is here � Bardock
just tumbled in with his grandsons in tow; Mirai has
brought his girl, who still seems a bit nervous around us royalty. Gohan and Videl are here with
Pan. Bulma and her parents are here, as is my father,
who is talking with Dr. Briefs. And of course, myself.

�� I�ve had an
unusually hard day at training, so I am lounging on a wicker sofa in the middle
of the lawn. Kakarott told me to �just sit there and look handsome.� How could
I refuse an order like that? I drape myself over one arm of the sofa and
display myself for his benefit. Not that other people present
aren�t checking me out: Bulma, Mrs. Briefs, Bardock � Chichi is glaring at me with barely concealed
jealousy. You�re the one who threw him
away, woman, so don�t look at me like that. Finders
keepers. Kakarott is looking at me, so I curl my tail over my hip and thigh
for him. He licks his lips before turning back to the spit. A large gertha, which he
and I stalked and killed, has been slow-roasting there all day. I don�t think
our friends and relations need to know what we did last night with me flung
over the dead beast�s back. I still have marks from it.

�� Come and get
it!� he shouts, and most of the gathering stampedes to the firepit.
I stay where I am. As long as I am Kakarott�s mate, I
will never have to compete for his food. The crowd slackens; Kakarott fills two
plates and brings them to our seat. As usual he�s saved out the best parts for
me. I purr, wrap my tail around his calf and dig in.

�� It�s near the
end of the meal that Bulma approaches us. The way she
walks catches my attention � she�s hesitant, not at all her usual style. She�s
nervous � she�s embarrassed � she wants something. My curiosity is piqued and
so is Kakarott�s; he invites her to sit down between
us. If possible she looks even more nervous.

�� All right, Bulma, what�s on your mind?�

�� Yes, say something, woman, before you
explode.�

�� She fidgets.
�Well, I, I�ve been thinking lately, that it would be nice to have another
child, and ��

�� And you want
Vegeta to be the father, right?�

�� Bulma and I both gape at him. She nods slowly. �There�d be
talk if it was a different father. And I can�t complain about your genetics.�

�� That�s all very
well, but just how do you think you�re going to pry me away from Kakarott?�

�� She turns red.
�Actually, I�d like it if you were both there. I mean, I thought that dance you
did at the festival was really hot, and I can make sure it�s just once, and I�d
like to see � that is � I mean ��

�� Bulma, calm down. Breathe.� Kakarott�s authoritative tone is enough to quiet her. He
continues, �I don�t have a problem with it if Vegeta doesn�t.�

�� I think it would
be interesting. When did you get so kinky, woman?� She
would never have suggested something like this when we were living together.

�� Kakarott says,
�My question is, can you handle it?�

�� That�s not a
problem, I�ve been training. See, no gravity belt!� She points proudly to her
bare midsection. I�m mildly impressed � not many humans can raise their kis that much. A little more and she�ll be able to fly.

�� That�s great! I
was talking more about the mental aspect, though. You can guess how wild we
are; some people can�t handle giving up control in bed.�

�� And some people
wallow in it,� she says, eyeing me. �I think I�ll be okay. I trust both of
you.�

�� And that�s the
most important thing. In that case, we�ll make it our place, and throw in
dinner and breakfast.�

***

�� Bulma was nervous, although she�d never admit it. Here she
was, on her way to a rendezvous with her best friend and the father of her
children. To make matters worse, Chichi had cornered her after the picnic and
dragged the whole story out of her. She�d been aghast at the very idea of Bulma sharing a bed with her ex-husband, and not out of
jealousy either. �You don�t know what he�s like in bed,� she�d said in a tone
usually reserved for ghost stories. �It�s scary � he�s like an avalanche.
There�s no controlling him.� Well, he�d warned her about that, but it was
hardly reassuring. She was about to have dinner and a night of wild sex with
the two most powerful beings in the universe.

�� She landed her
flyer and locked it down. Tugged her dress into place and checked her hair. Checked her jewelry. Made sure her keys were in her purse. Stop stalling, girl.
She took a deep breath and walked up to the door.

�� It swung open to
show Kakarott in the entryway. To her relief �he was still normally dressed, in loose
pants and t-shirt. Light and scent spilled out from behind him. Whatever that is, it sure smells good.
He waved her inside. �Glad you could make it, Bulma.�

�� Thanks for
having me � uh � �

�� He smiled gently.
�It�s ok.� He led her into the living room, where Vegeta was removing the
strainer from a pot of fragrant tea. Bulma was
surprised not to see any alcohol, but she guessed this would be complicated
enough without the addition of mind-numbing chemicals. Vegeta looked her up and
down.

�� Nice look.�

�� Thanks. With all
the training I�ve been doing, none of my old stuff fit anymore.� That led into
an exchange of training anecdotes over a plate of appetizers and tea. When
those were gone Kakarott excused himself to put together the meal, and Vegeta
led her into the dining room.

�� I�m really not
your type, am I?� she mused.

�� And I�m not
yours. Not enough bolts.� He shrugged. �It was convenient. It was fun. And we
got two children out of it. Three, soon.�

�� She didn�t get a
chance to worry about this reminder of what they were going to do, because
Kakarott came in with the soup. She relaxed as the meal progressed through
soup, roast lamb and vegetables, a pie, and a cheese platter. After eating they
retired to the bedroom for more tea. By this time she was comfortable enough to
demand, �When are we going to get this show started?�

�� Your wish is our
command.�

�� I thought you�d
never ask.�

�� The two Saiyans set their cups aside and shifted around so they
were sitting on either side of her. Kakarott gently took her teacup while
giving her a hot look like she�d never expected to see from her childhood
friend. �I promise you, this will be a night you�ll never forget.�

�� Hn.�

�� And with that
they both leaned in and started licking her neck. That was � oh! � she liked that, Vegeta must have been sharing information.
Strong hands wandered, unhurried, over her back and thighs, and that had to be Kakarott�s style, Vegeta had never been so patient � one of
the wandering tongues found her earlobe, and analysis went out the window.
Somehow they slipped her out of her dress, and then her underwear; she hoped
vaguely she wouldn�t find them in pieces in the morning. Now those tongues
wandered all over her body, in her navel, at her elbow, They brought their
tails in, one on her ankle, one against her ribs, along her spine � their
fingers were� everywhere, and she could
hear their deep purrs. Soon she was gasping and squirming between them; when
they both went after her nipples at once, she shuddered. But there was still
one problem. �Hey, you still have all your clothes on.�

�� They propped her
at the head of the bed. �You wanted to see how we are together. Well, feast
your eyes on this.� And Kakarott grabbed Vegeta by the hair and hauled him into
a crushing kiss. Holy
shit. What�s he trying to do,
eat him? He tilted Vegeta back on the bed as he ravaged his mouth, free
hand sliding under his shirt. He broke the kiss to pull the shirt over Vegeta�s
head, and then his mouth came down on his chest. Licking, biting, sucking on all that luscious flesh. He was growling. Before Bulma�s eyes he had turned into something primal, something
ferocious � but not wild, no, perfectly controlled and measured. Implacable. She could see where Chichi had gotten the
avalanche image.

�� And Vegeta was
surely swept away. He had his head rolled back and his eyes half closed,
moaning with every brush of Kakarott�s fingers. He
was not as careful as his mate, as he literally tore the clothes from Kakarott�s body with hands and ki.
They must lose a lot of clothing that way. But the moment he was completely
bare, Kakarott caught Vegeta�s hands and pinned them above his head. Vegeta
arched up with a howl of pure pleasure. Bulma had
never seen him like this, so open; he was almost begging for contact. His pants
slid off and he didn�t even react until Kakarott trailed a hand down his thigh.
Now both of them were (quite impressively) naked, and Kakarott turned his
burning gaze on her.

�� She was startled
at the wave of lust that swept through her. Fuck
me, please! Kakarott grinned at her. �Watch.� He
rolled Vegeta onto his knees; the smaller Saiyan�s
tail curled high against his back and he spread his thighs wider. He wants this. He really wants this. She
could see the craving on his face. Kakarott leaned over his back; his shaft
gleamed with lube although he�d had no chance to apply it. He�s really going to �
! He did. His eyes locked on Bulma
the whole time, Kakarott plunged into Vegeta�s body. Vegeta screamed, Kakarott
roared, Bulma panted as her body grew even wetter.
They were so hot together; she wanted it now.

�� As if reading her
mind, Kakarott led Vegeta around until he was on top of her. She looked into
the former prince�s eyes; they glowed with pleasure and need, and very little
rational thought. He purred as he stared back at her. His white leather collar
was still around his throat, a reminder of who was really in control here.
Kakarott leaned down and whispered in his ear, �Kiss her.�

�� Vegeta did as he
was ordered, and Bulma forgot what she�d been
thinking about. His tongue burned against hers � his teeth nibbled her lip �
just when she thought she could stand no more, Kakarott lifted her hips and
impaled her on Vegeta�s shaft.

�� Stars exploded
across her vision. Kakarott drew back, pulling Vegeta with him, only to plunge
back in. It was her turn to scream. He started thrusting, slow and deep; Vegeta
matched his pace. Every stroke hit Bulma�s sweet
spot, and in minutes her climax crashed over her. But her partners didn�t stop
there. Kakarott suddenly flashed into Super Saiyan
three and sped up. Vegeta cried out. His eyes rolled back in his head, he
hammered into her over and over, and her climax just kept going and going �

�� Vegeta tensed and
his howls cut off. She felt his seed shoot into her. A few strokes later
Kakarott roared and Vegeta�s blissful expression showed that he was coming as well.
The blaze of passion faded to a comfortable glow; Bulma
lay back exhausted and completely, totally satisfied.

***

�� She drifted out
of sleep to find it was morning. On either side of her, snuggled close like
living blankets, lay two warm and silky male bodies. Mmmm. And they get to do this every day. I think
I�m jealous. Her life might be centered, as Vegeta said, on nuts and bolts,
but those wouldn�t keep her company at night. On the other hand, she wasn�t
perverted enough to keep up with these two. She sighed; she could just get a
dog. Because this felt nice.

�� A furry tail
stirred against her hip as her companions began to wake. Kakarott purred and
sat up. Vegeta rolled over to look at her. �How are you doing?�

�� Great. A little sore.�

�� Me too,� he said. �You can have the shower
first.�

�� Sure � oh, I
left my bag in the plane.�

�� I�ll get it.�

�� And I�ll get
breakfast,� Kakarott added as he ushered her into the bathroom. They even had
bottles of her favorite soaps. She indulged in a long, hot shower, followed by
a breakfast of eggs, salad, herbal tea and rolls.

�� Wow, this really
is the royal treatment.�

�� Well, this is
the King�s house.� Kakarott flicked his tail at her saucily.

�� She wished that
she could purr. �I think I�ll be walking funny for weeks. But you know, even if
I do �catch�, I wouldn�t mind doing that again some time.�

�� They looked at
each other. Then Vegeta smirked, and Kakarott grinned. �I think � that could be
arranged.�

***

Bulma � you � I � jealous � *waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah* T_T
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