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Satiation	By : KiotenDancer Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female Views: 3446 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: I don’t
own Dragonball Z or an of its characters. They are all creation of
the great Akira Toriyama.

Satiation

The second
Vegita walked into the kitchen for a "light" snack, he
knew something monumental would happen that day. Ever since he'd
first laid eyes on the loud-mouthed onna, he'd somehow known they
would end up tangled together, weather he wanted it or not. How
not to realize that when some of the first words to come out of
her vulgar, well-shaped mouth were: "You can't jump all over
me even if you find me seductive."

The low-class
onna had put those thoughts in his head ever since. It was all her
fault.

Alarm-bells
began ringing in his head, screaming Danger,
danger when he saw the
disrespectful chit sitting on top of the table in the middle of
the kitchen's island, legs crossed, blue eyes flashing
dangerously. He walked towards the refrigerator, giving her his
back, trying to ignore the musky smell of her perfume and
pheromones. He could tell she was horny.

And so was he,
damn it! Shimaata, he hadn't banged a woman in quite a while. He
was never promiscuous to begin with, he didn’t really enjoy
prostitutes -too low for him- and most species he encountered with
Nappa and Raditz he didn’t find attractive –although
they would screw anything with a vagina. It was a wonder really,
that he wasn’t a virgin.

However, this
particular woman was always prancing
around in very
tight, short clothes, showing off what he had to admit -just to
himself- was a delectable body.

What was his
problem? Why was he letting her get him worked up? She was
annoying, loud, common, irritating, insufferable... the list could
go on and on.

There she was,
decked in an extremely short red tube top dress that shouldn't be
called
a dress. It had slits on both sides, exposing all of her thighs,
as if the scrap of fabric needed to be even more
revealing. Her hair was unbound, caressing her shoulders.
Thankfully, it wasn't fashioned in that strange too-curly strange
hairdo she wore sometimes. Her loose vivid blue hair framed her
delicate features perfectly. Hmn… perhaps he needed to get
out of here now if he was thinking of her features in terms of
delicate and vivid.

He tried to
ignore her, he really did. It was a constant struggle since the
day he had accepted her offer of free room and board. However, it
had become harder since he had come back from his one-year
training trip. Their relationship had shifted subtly. So subtly he
hadn't even realized it at the beginning. But it had began
acquiring a decidedly sexual shade to it.

She constantly
let him catch glimpses of her almost half naked or in those tiny
bathing clothes she called bikinis.
She was always brushing against him, touching him in different oh
so innocent ways. Their insulting banter was now laced with sexual
innuendo, despite his intentions not to follow her game.

He was trying
very hard to dismiss her, he really was. Problem was she wouldn't
let him. Not that day, not ever. He bent over in front of the open
fridge, and while he was fishing for something decent to eat, he
felt her, heard her, damn it, he even smelled her as she got off
the table and glided towards him. Then he felt her thighs brush
against his rear end.

"Hungry, my
Saiya-jin no ouji?" she whispered huskily right next to his
ear. Her lips brushed his earlobe tantalizingly and it was all he
could do not to bolt away or face her and make her pay for her
insolence. Her silky voice was such a switch from her usual shrill
screams, that it made him wonder if it was the same woman
speaking.

Vegita
straightened his spine, then turned around to face and smirk at
Bulma. "Yes, I am hungry. However, I don't know if your
refrigerator
can provide me with what I seek," he told her, hoping she
would rise to the bait and scream at him as usual. She would be a
lot easier to handle that way. This silky, deliberately bold,
soft, and sexy Bulma was too much of a temptation.

Bulma merely
smiled and shifted her posture slightly, shifting her hips, making
her breasts strain against the low neckline of her tiny, tight
dress.

Devious
little bitch, he thought
to himself as she just kept staring at him with those seductive
blue eyes of hers. He would have shoved her away right then and
there, but he didn't want to risk touching her soft pearly skin.
What would it feel like to taste that spot right underneath her
ear? Would she moan? Gasp his name? Make breathless choppy sounds
rising to screams as she came?

He shook himself
mentally, trying to remember all the reasons why the arrogant,
shrill onna was so annoying.

"Step
aside, onna," he growled at her, breaking the tension charged
silence.

"But you
haven't even eaten yet. You must be ravenous after all that
training."

Vegita snorted,
feeling the cold air of the fridge beat on his bare back and legs
underneath his spandex shorts, not doing a thing to cool his
mounting fever for her, for her luscious looking breasts, which
were still straining towards him. Were those her nipples peaking
out?

Bulma tossed him
a knowing look, leaning forward until their hips were brushing and
her upper body was almost inside the huge fridge. Quickly, she
grabbed and then opened a plastic container full of strawberries,
straightened up and leaned backwards to look at him, one huge red
fruit in hand.

Slowly, she bit
on the strawberry, never breaking eye contact with him. She was
looking at him with a mixture of a challenge and mounting arousal.
Then she reached up with the half-eaten fruit and offered it to
his lips.

Her eyes were
telling him, “I dare you.” If there was something he
couldn't resist, it was a challenge.

Without thinking
about it, he simply bit on it and swallowed, striving for control,
but rapidly losing the battle. What was he, a fool? Why deny the
poor frustrated woman the pleasure of being fucked by him, the
Saiya-jin no ouji? Why deny himself the taste of those sweet
looking lips, those vying nipples she was so freely offering?

"Still
hungry?" she challenged, laying a hand on his muscled chest,
right on top of his heart.

In a
lightning-quick move, he grabbed her by the waist, whirled her
around and slammed her against the door of the refrigerator,
closing it shut with a loud click. Her eyes were huge and
surprised; staring at him, then became heavy-lidded as he pressed
their bodies close together.

"You are
playing with fire, onna," he spat, holding her prisoner
against the refrigerator with his rock-hard body.

Her eyes
darkened, making him think of a stormy sky. She arched against
him, whispering, "My parents won't be home for hours."

It was a
crystal-clear invitation if he'd ever heard one before.

And he was going
to accept it.

Vegita growled,
giving in. He tasted her skin right underneath her right ear,
nipping with his sharp teeth, nuzzling her skin. The woman moaned
and ground her hips against his, making him almost groan in
response. His left hand plunged into the neckline of that indecent
dress, scooping out one of her voluptuous breasts. He shaped it
with his calloused hand, using his thumb to tease her nipples.

Pulling back to
look at her, he noticed her pupils were dilated, the black orbs
threatening to take over the vivid blue of her irises.

She shuddered as
he continued to tease her breast, then he bent forward to take the
already aroused and hard bud into his mouth, sucking greedily. It
was pink and soft in infinitely delicious. She gasped, and tangled
her fingers into his coarse hair, holding his head captive. When
he lifted his head she made a sound of protest and he chuckled
cruelly, but when he tended to her other breast, nipping almost
painfully, Bulma's head fell back in a silent gasp, making a
thumping sound as her head hit the refrigerator door.

The air was
sweltering, thick and boiling hot. All he could hear was her
gasping breaths. Her silky long legs were tangled in his. He could
feel the contrast of her smooth skin against his rougher one as
she moved them against his, as her hands glided from his hair to
his neck and shoulders, gripping, caressing.

He wanted to see
her come. With that thought in mind, he trailed his hands up her
bare thighs, breaching the hem of her indecently short shirt, task
made easy by its slits.

Vegita hissed
when he found out she wasn't wearing any panties. Bulma giggled
and trailed her hands down his bare back, kneading his muscles,
hugging, touching.

"Touch me,"
she breathed in his ear while she nibbled his earlobe teasingly.

Before she could
even finish the command, he was already tracing her intimate folds
with his index finger. He could practically feel her eyes roll
back. He began an attack on her sensitive nipples, the tip of his
tongue flicking the buds. While he did that, he slowly inserted
his index finger inside her and felt her inner muscles tighten
around it. She as wet, hot and oh so tight. Then he withdrew it
and circled her clit, earning a gut-wrenching moan from her lips.
She was a lick away from orgasm, he could tell.

"You're
already wet for me," he growled into her ear, abandoning her
breasts. "I bet you want it even worse than me. You're dying
for me to ram my hard cock up your tight pussy."

As he was saying
this, he continued to press, squeeze and circle her breasts and
rubbing her clit with the palm of his hand, while she bucked
against him helplessly. The combination had the desired effect, as
she stiffened in his arms and then shuddered uncontrollably, her
head falling back, loud moans filling the air.

Damn, she's
responsive, he thought,
pleased. He would have his tongue cut off, though, before he told
her she gave him pleasure. "It's so easy to make you come,"
he commented almost casually after her shudders ceased. "It's
obvious you haven't had some in quite a while."

"Shut up,"
she commanded as she captured his head for a deeply sexual kiss.
He responded, tongues dueling, exploring. He pulled away, smirked
in superiority and grabbed her by the waist, lifting her up like
she weighed nothing, setting her firmly on top of the closest
black marble counter.

"We haven't
even started yet, onna."

Bulma trembled
and lifted her hips so he could shove her skirt up. It bunched
around her waist. He yanked it down, completely revealing her
beautiful breasts. Vegita kneaded them, enjoying the way she
responded to his every touch. She reached down and yanked down his
spandex shorts impatiently, making him smirk.

"Careful,
you could poke an eye out with that," Bulma told him,
chuckling heartily, eyebrows raised, holding him in her slim hand.

He merely
snorted and fingered her entrance, teasing her most responsive
spot until she was almost begging for him to take her. Wrapping
her legs around his hips, she wantonly yanked him against her,
grabbing his firm ass possessively.

"Now, you
bastard…. Do it now."

Obliging her, he
entered her, sliding in inch by torturous inch. She grabbed him
harder, marking his ass with her fingernails, squirming to get
even more of him inside her.

Vegita groaned
at the sensation. He slid in half way into her heat, then withdrew
completely to then enter from a different angle, earning a gasp
from her as his shaft rubbed against every inch of her sensitive
sheath.

"Oh Kami.
Harder please, harder," she pleased, moaning when he started
thrusting in and out smoothly.

He withdrew
almost completely, his tip teasing her clit, watching her face,
feeling her legs yank him forward again impatiently.

"Greedy
bitch," he told her, his voice none too steady. She took no
offense and she responded stroke by stroke as he thrust into her
madly. Her hands gripped, as she squeaked in rising pleasure. He
kept changing the angle subtly, driving her insane with desire as
she tried to keep up. Shaking like a leaf she finally came,
squeezing his erection hard with the walls of her tight entrance.

He kept pumping,
and she matched his every movement easily, until he himself came,
biting her neck to prevent himself from expressing his mounting
passions.

Bulma's legs
were still around him. She smiled down at him, licking her lips
and shimmying her hips a bit, telling him without words she was up
for more.

Vegita stepped
back, removing himself from her. He was still hard as a rock.
Before she could protest, he pulled her down from the counter,
holding her hips. He rotated her around until she was facing the
gleaming marble and was away from him, showcasing her perfect,
round little ass to his feasting eyes. He bent her forward, his
arms over hers, until her forearms were resting on the cool
surface. Her breasts quivered in anticipation.

He parted her
legs, spreading her wide for him. Then, he nipped her ear roughly,
playing with her trembling body. Before she could even draw in a
breath to gasp, he entered her in one swift movement, causing her
to gasp loudly and then moan as he began slowly entering and
withdrawing. She was a puddle of desire, trembling and making
catchy little sounds. She was pushing her bottom against his
pelvis, demanding more, faster, deeper. He kneaded her hips, her
buttocks. His hands trailed up her waist and torso, caressing her
exposed, flushed skin. He went upwards, cupping her tremulous
breasts, playing with the vying nipples.

He began
speeding up his movements little by little as he kept playing with
her skin. Bulma's orgasm hit her like a tsunami wave. She
screamed, gripping the counter, pushing backwards eagerly,
feverish with desire. She bit her lips, tossed her hair until she
screamed out his name.

Vegita's
excitement rose unbearably, but this time he didn't come. As soon
as her tremors ceased, he withdrew, turning her around to face his
body, kissing her with bruising force.

She answered his
demands, moaning loudly.

"Oh Kami, I
love your hands, I love your cock," she groaned, as he
grabbed her thighs to pull her legs up and around him, pressing
her against him. He pushed her against a wall, mounting her
immediately, driving desperate screams out of her throat.

Vegita had her
countless times all over the kitchen. He had her on the floor, on
the table, against the walls… he took her until she
screamed as came every time, shuddering and trembling and
vulnerable. He loved every second. He loved the way she responded
to his every touch, every naughty suggestion, how easy it was to
make her buck and orgasm under him.

For the last
round, Vegita had her sitting on a chair, her legs wide open. He
knelt in front of her, making her come several times with his
mouth and his hands until he couldn't take it anymore. He sat in
front of her and entered her silky sheath easily, as wet and open
as it was from their numerous couplings. Thrusting into her deeply
and agonizingly slow at first and then quickened to a savage
intense rhythm, he touched every part of her until he finally
came, spending himself into her, privately marveling at the
pleasure he had brought her during their incredible fucking rump.

"I could
continue fucking you all day," Vegita told her, his voice
raspy, sending delicious shivers through her body, "but I'm
going back to my training. You have already detained me enough."

Bulma pouted,
and it was all Vegita could do to take her again, slam her on the
floor and have her like an animal. "Isn't this training
enough?" she asked him, her whole demeanor satisfied and
satiated.

"Don't
flatter yourself, onna."

She merely
shrugged, uncharacteristically not rising to his bait.

"You've
fucked me way too good for me to complain about anything you say,"
she told him, grinning and stretching like a cat.

His lips lifted,
almost a smile. "Then I've finally found a way to shut you
up. You'll be in my quarters tonight at midnight, so we can
continue what you started."

"Maybe I've
already had enough for today," she teased.

"I doubt
it," he replied, standing up, sending her another smirk as he
walked away naked, already looking forward to that night.

The end…
or the beginning?

R/R if you liked
it. I might write more. LOL.
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