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Flawed Perfection	By : Not_Bulma06 Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female > Vegeta/Bulma Views: 3421 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: I do not own any part of Dragon Ball Z, anime or manga, or the characters from these sources. I do not profit from the creation of this fan fiction.
The Briefs complex sprawled along the West City block, gleaming and beautiful in the high noon sun. Within the year that Majin Buu had been defeated, leaving only the childlike Buu left on the planet, a massive construction project took place on the Briefs home structure. The growing family of Vegeta, Bulma, and trunks soon needed more space for them to live as a family unit. Trunks played in his new room, full of toys with an open sky light providing natural light.
Vegeta was being led reluctantly blind folded down a long corridor. He had no involvement in the planning or decorating of the new living quarters, he had no concern for such frivolous things.
“Are you excited honey?” Bulma beamed a smile, ready to see his reaction to their bedroom. Vegeta grunted his typical non-committal response to most questions. She opened a heavy door, leading her husband into massive space. She removed the blind fold from Vegeta.
His black eyes widened with surprise. The room was of an immense size, stone floor stretched beneath his feet. The walls coated with a thick, rough textured stucco of a deep red color. Tapestries hung down from the high ceiling, gathering into window mount candelabras. The candles of course were of electronic light source, but the light emitted from the electronic candles was dim yellow flickering like an actual candle. What caught his attention was the massive four poster bed against the southernmost wall. Satin curtains, deep blue and purple hung down from the apexes of the posts. The rich colors, natural materials, and the grandeur of everything brought back memories of his room on planet Vegeta.
Turning to his mate, still in utter shock and disbelief at the level of detail surrounding him. “How did you do this? Why does this look like it was taken from my home world?”
“Vegeta, I have been listening to you since you have arrived on Earth. Every little thing you liked and disliked I always made mental notes.” She said softly, unsure what his real feelings on this room would be. Would it bring back the pain and loss of his people or would it comfort him to have a small piece of home on his new planet.
He felt in his element for the first time besides in battle after his relocation. He kicked off his boots, feeling the cold stone on the bottom of his feet. His hair head to toe bristled, standing on end from the cool touch against his bare skin.
Bulma just watched him, wondering where he was in thought. She wanted to give him one more surprise but was hesitant to intrude into his attention at this point. She felt herself pulled to him, his wild ebony eyes locked onto her. She had never seen this expression on him before. This excited in the deepest recesses of her carnal thoughts. He crashed into her, taking her mouth forcefully. Bulma surrendered to his harshness, opening her mouth allowing his to overtake her.
Vegeta pressed himself against her, running his fingers down her back tearing at the clothing. He wanted her more than ever before, his surroundings were provoking his Saiyan instincts to act. Wrapping his arms around her, easily lifting the delicate female to move her to the bed. He tossed her down onto the mattress, a hungry grin plastered on his face. He removed his gloves, peeling down his jump suit quickly. His engorged arousal caught Bulma’s attention. She sucked air in with a sharp hiss, biting her lip.
She began to fumble with the buttons of her shirt, eager to be rid of the confines of clothing along with Vegeta. He bent down, locking eyes with her. A hand full of clothing of each side of her shirt pulling gradually placing tension on the thin material.
His low gravelly voice whispered to her, “Do you mind if I help?” Bulma meekly nodded, trying to contain her physical excitement. The pure thrill of Vegeta’s lust for her almost pushed to the verge of climax already. He ripped the shirt in two with ease. She had not worn a bra today, revealing her two soft full breasts before him. He cupped them both, gently massaging her pink gems gently. He felt them harden at his touch, and then he pinched them tightly. He felt increased heat coming from his mate, along with the thick sweet scent of her arousal.
He moved down to her skirt. He wouldn’t simply hike it up for access; he wanted no barrier between their bodies. With a smooth, quick motion he removed her skirt and lacy panties. He held the black lacy thong in his hands, bringing it up to breath in her scent. He tossed them to the side of the bed. She laid there before him, an image of female perfection. Her pale skin flushed with excitement.
Swooping down, to plant gentle kisses around the soft smooth folds of the flower wet with the thick sweet nectar. Bulma moaned, calling out Vegeta’s name as she held fists full of blankets struggling not to twist and jerk. His hot breath seemed to fill her, his tongue circled gently her swollen clit. He finally entered her, her legs tightened around his neck pulling him even further in ward. “Oh fuck!” Bulma called out, her tone begging for more.
He sat up, eyeing the long satin drapes hanging from the bed posts. He lowered himself down to growl a question, dripping with lust. “Want to try something different woman?” Again she gave a nod in agreement, eager for what her prince had in store for her.
“Good.”
He turned her to her belly, stretching her arms in front of her. “Don’t move.” He grabbed a stain length of material and tightly bound each of her wrists to each side of the bed. He pulled her to her knees, arms taught in the restraints.
The strain of her muscles screamed at her. The pain burned deep into her core urging her to beg for relief of pleasure from her husband. She could feel him now behind her, spreading her legs wide. His throbbing manhood hovered at the entrance to her hot burning core. Vegeta positioned a hand to wrap around her neck, the other with a hand full of her hair. He thrust forward, entering her without mercy.
She screamed. Over and over she screamed with a mix of pleasure and pain. Between the pressure on her arms and neck what should have been waves of panic erupted into absolute pleasure. Never had she been treated like this by anyone. This must be how Saiyans did things on the regular basis in bed. She could get used to this level of eroticism with him, nothing like the pathetic attempts from Yamacha.
Vegeta continued to thunder into Bulma, his grip increasing. Sweat coated them both, as the raucous love making continued. He could feel her tighten further around his member. A low growl escaped his lips, “Bulma.” She called out to him as she reached the point of climax. He emptied himself deep into her.
They collapsed in a tangled sweaty pile. Panting deeply, Vegeta reached up and undid the satin restraints. She retracted her arms to her body, feeling her body relax and melt into the damp bed linens.
“I guess you like the room?” She asked breathlessly. Still regaining her composure, feeling her heart rate slowly return to normal.
“Yes.” He breathed deeply, his dark eyes now more calm looking over to his mate. “It is perfect.”
Bulma smiled, propping her head to rest on her tender hands. Vegeta noticed bruises forming around her small wrists. Now lying on his side, he traced the marks left with his finger. “..I am sorry…I didn’t mean to..”
Cut short by Bulma, “Don’t apologize. That was amazing; I just think these marks just prove how well you did your job.” Her smile was playful, leaning over to kiss his hand.
She shifted to a serious look, her tone following suit, “I have one more surprise for you.”
“What is that?”
“What if I told you, we could regrow your tail?’
Please review and C/C please! I have the bones of this fan fiction completed. This fic will be composed of many chapters. I started off with a lemon and there will be more, but this story will not only be centered around lemons.
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