Disclaimer: I did not create DBZ and I’m not making any money off of this.

Afternoon Alone

By: L.A. Whitfield

“Pleaseeeee mom? Can I spend the night at Gotens?!” Trunks whined to his mother who was trying to make diner. Part of the reason Trunks wanted to go so badly.

Bulma gripped the edge of the counter. He’d been at it an hour and he was really getting on her nerves. She was ready to snap at him. He had school the next day and knowing him and Goten, those two boys would stay up all night playing video games.

“TRUNKS!” Bulma screamed spinning around, still holding the spoon she’d been stirring the tomato sauce with, splashing it all over the place including on Vegeta whom just walked in. Vegeta froze in the doorway and clenched his fists as sauce dripping off his chin.

“Dammit woman, watch what your doing!” Vegeta cursed keeping his voice surprisingly under control and whipping his face clean. Bulma jumped and stifled a laugh. Trunks also covered his mouth and strained to control himself from laughing. Vegeta still had some sauce on his nose and in his hair.

“Gomen Vegeta.” Bulma said covering her mouth. Vegeta diverted his eyes from his son to his mate. He eyed her strangely, growled and turned to glare at his son again. Trunks yelped and hid behind a chair.

“You can go brat but don’t stay up all night! Now stop pestering your mother and GO before I BLAST YOU!” Vegeta snapped powering up slightly. Trunks jumped and bolted out the door, laughing all the way. Bulma was about to protest but was silenced as he grabbed her around the waist and pulled her roughly against him, pressing her body into his, letting her feel his arousal. Bulmas eye’s widened and gasped as he spoke softly to her ear.

“Tonight woman, after the brats gone, it’s just you and me...” He growled softly nipping her eat lobe. Bulma shivered and dropped her spoon, splattered more sauce on the floor and onto his pants leg. Vegeta ignored the mess on his pants and smirked. Gently he placed his hand on her cheek and turned her head to his until her beautiful blue eyes came into view. She blinked and stared at him.

“Vegeta, I c..can’t I have...to...” Bulma stammered having trouble speaking but he silenced her with a passionate kiss. Skillfully, his tongue traced over her pearly white teeth and then slowly slid over her tongue, coaxing her to allow him in more. Bulma obliged, parting her lips farther apart. Vegeta growled with desire and deepened his kiss, taking her breath away.

Bulma’s legs turned to jello, no longer able to support her body but Vegeta held her tight. Finally he pulled back just as she began to feel dizzy. She gasped and rested her head against his broad, muscular chest. Vegeta stroked her hair, letting her strands slide between his fingers and breathing in her scent. Kami, he couldn’t wait! He had to take her now!

Without warning he swept her off her feet and carried her to their room, locking the door behind him. Bulma pressed her mouth and nose into the crook of his neck, breathing in his muskieness, savoring every morsel. Her hands wrapped around his shoulders, feeling his muscles ripple beneath his shirt as he moved.

He laid her down on their bed and stepped back staring at her perfect body. Bulma gazed at him with those baby blue eyes and reached up to touch her chest. Slowly she began to unbutton her blouse starting from the top and working her way down. Vegeta held his breath as she undid her blouse and released it when she reached the last one. Bulma smiled at her princes and motioned him forward with her finger. She is the only one who had any control over him and she knew it. She was the only one who could melt his heart and lower his defenses.

Vegeta growled low in his throat and climbed on top of the bed, slowly crawling up over her until his legs straddled her hips with his hands resting on her firm little tummy. It quivered under his touch.

Bulma took his strong smooth hands and placed them on her chest gently giving them a squeeze before releasing them. Vegeta smirked at his mate and carefully parted her blouse, exposing her firm, milky white breasts, nestled snugly in their silky black bra. Bulma arched her back allowing him to reach behind and with precision, unsnapped it.

Bulma closed her eyes and shivered, her nipples turning hard now that they were no longer covered. His gaze traveled over her hungrily as his hands cupped both of her lobes, covering them completely with his hands and squeezing them greedily. He leaned down to her mouth and spoke very softly.

“I am going to ravish you woman and your going to like it.” He growled suddenly taking her right breast in his mouth, sucking and nipping her nipple, tickling her with his tongue.

Bulma gasped out and grabbed his head at his temples, sliding her hands up through his thick black hair to the very tip. Hissing, he grabbed her arms and pinned them above her head. Leisurely he traced his fingers down her arms, across her arm pits, down across her ribs, down to her hips where he paused a moment from his ministrations to switch breasts with his mouth. When he was latched firmly on, his hands moved down to her buttocks, grasping them firmly and squeezing them.

“Oh...V.... Vegeta! Please... I !” Bulma screamed grabbing his shoulders. Vegeta grab her hands once again and pushed them down at her side. Bulma looked down at him with pleading eyes. He raised his head and locked eyes with her. For a moment, his eyes softened and he truly smiled. Bulma smiled.

“You are so beuatiful.” He whispered stroking her cheek. He lowered his head and closed his eyes, his lashes sweeping against her stomach as he trailed kisses down to her blue jeans. She murmured once, his name he thought. “Oh, Vegeta...” before sensations silenced her again.

Her heart raced wildly when he slipped his hands within the waistband of her jeans. After he unsnapped the button and unzipped the zipper he grabbed the top of her blue jeans and pulled them down, her underware following. He slipped the rest of her clothes off of her and threw them onto the floor and then stripped himself. They were now both nude and when his body touched hers, it felt like fire touching her skin. He was being so gentle. So sweet. Slowly, his body slid down until his face was above her womanhood, his breath tickling her lips.

“Vegeta, please...” She begged as he slid his finger inside her jewl, exploring her depth, and teasing her by pulling out and tracing her lips. Moaning she raised her hips, begging him to go on. She tried to touch herself but he took her hands and pressed them down at her side. He watched her struggle for a moment before wrapping his warm, sentiouse lips around her lips, darting his tounge in and out of her womanhood. When she gasped and bucked, he moved up to her clitorus, where he skillfully worked her up to a imature orgasim.

He was still holding her hands down and the only thing she could do as waves of pleasure rocked her was grip to the bed sheets and scream.

“Vegeta please! I have to touch you!” Bulma cried becoming frantic.

He sat up but didn’t release her. Instread he just sat there, really admiring her perfect figure. She was a minx. Perfect in every way. He loved how firm and well tanned her body was. He loved how soft her skin felt to his touch. Never before had he felt as strongly for some one as he does for her now. She was his queen, his life.

However he couldn’t keep this up for much longer. His member throbbed painfully for release and wasn’t going to be able to hold back any more.

Bulma gasped as she felt the tip of his swollen member enter her wetness, pushing just to the base of the head and stopping. Bulma glared down at Vegeta and tried to push her hips up but he now held them down instead of her hands. It wasn’t fair!

The reason he stopped though was not to tease her but to stop himself from coming right then and there. She felt so good inside, it took all his streangth just to hold back.

“Kuso!” He cursed, sweating prefusly. Now, his whole body was trembling with the effort and Bulma wasn’t helping with her struggling.

“Bulma! Hold still!” He hissed through clenched teeth. Bulma stopped her struggling and bit her bottom lip.

“Vegeta....” She whispered hoarsly, “Please...”

Once he had himself under control he thurst in her with all his might, filling her up completely. Bulma’s eyes snapped open and she gasped as he filled her. It hurt a little bit but soon the pain disapeared to be replaced with pure, blistful pleasure that drowned everything else out.

Bulma rejoiced in the closeness, wrapping her legs around him. But as he began to increase his rhythmical strokes, pleasureable tension built quickly. She moved her hips in conjuction with his at first and then in opposition, to exaggerate the impact of his thrusts.

As the tension became a fast spiraling upward-and-outward sensation with the promise of unavoidable destruction when the expansion had reached its limitations, she could no longer bear a steady rhythm and thrashed and moved under him with wild abandon, urging him to spurts of frenzied speed interspersed with slow deliberate plunges into impossible depths. Toward the end she begged desperately for relief and cried out with the joy of it when it finally came.

THE END