Chapter Seven: Distractions
Vegeta
fell to the ground and looked rather beaten up. Then a blue haired woman came
down from the sky to Vegeta's side. "Oop's!!! I guess that last kick was
too much for you," she said sarcastically with a giggle. Bulma tried to
help Vegeta off the ground but he just pushed her away.
"I don't need your help. I'll manage on my own,"
he muttered.
"Fine,
that's the last time I'll try to help you! I'm going to get something to eat.
I'm starving!" She turned around and walked into the kitchen to grab a
bite to eat. While she was eating some cold fried chicken, Vegeta came in
through the back door.
"Damn,
woman, save me some!" he said loudly.
"Get
your own food you lazy baka!" she said with triumph. "I am not your
servant!"
He
growled at her but he couldn't help but think that it turned him on when she
bossed him around. ~Why am I letting her push me around? I could easily make
her do what ever I please. ~
"I'm
going to go for a swim. You can stay here and train by yourself!" she said
as she flew upstairs to change into her aquamarine blue bikini and grab a
towel. She then flew down the stairs, walked through the kitchen. She through
the towel over her shoulder and waved her tail from side to side. Vegeta
couldn't help but stare at the attractive woman walking out the front door.
Before she left she turned and said in a sarcastic tone "Have fun
training." She shut the door and went down to the beach leaving Vegeta
sitting in the kitchen alone. Vegeta stood up and walked into the backyard he
stood there for a few minutes then took off flying in the direction of the
beach.
When
Vegeta arrived, Bulma was laying on the beach getting a tan with Chi-chi.
Goku walked up to Vegeta, "hey Vegeta, I didn't expect
you to show up at the beach. You're normally training constantly," he said
with a forced laugh.
"It's
none of your damn business what I do! Leave me alone you idiot."
While
Vegeta and Goku were having their conversation, Bulma and Chi-chi were having
their conversation. "Bulma?"
"Yeah
Chi-chi," Bulma said with an exhausted sigh.
"Why
did you…um, wish that…um…was it for Vegeta?"
"I
don't quite know for sure, but its kind of fun having super human powers?"
Bulma turned around to her stomach and looked beyond the ocean.
"Oh man, just
what I needed!" Yamcha flew up in his swim shorts and landed on the beach
walking towards Bulma and Chi-chi.
"Hey
Bulma, what's up?" he said waving a hand to her.
"Go
away you baka!" she yelled at him. Vegeta had already sensed him but was
waiting for the right moment to jump in for a good fight. Who ever it was,
Vegeta always liked to pick a fight knowing he'd win.
"Why
is your sorry ass here?" Vegeta said eagerly.
"I
have a right to be here!" Yamcha snapped back, and started walking toward
Bulma again. "You're just mad because you won't be a man and actually
notice that there is a beautiful, single woman here." Yamcha said
sarcastically.
Vegeta
crossed his arms and scowled at him, "Are you calling me less than a man?
'Cause the way I see it, you couldn't be loyal to one woman even if you
tried!"
"You
shouldn't say anything, Vegeta, since you probably have been too pampered all
of your life to care for someone else but yourself."
"Wrong
thing to say Yamcha." Bulma whispered to her self. Yamcha was close enough
to hear what she said a got distracted by her long enough for Vegeta to fly
over and grab him by his throat into the air.
"Vegeta!
No!" Bulma yelled at him in the air.
"WHY? Do you actually care for his pathetic human life?"
Vegeta yelled down at her.
"Vegeta, you know I care for everyone's life, not only him, no please
stop! Let just go home!" she said. Vegeta let go of Yamcha's throat and
levitated down from the sky.
"You will never be good enough for her!" Yamcha yelled at him. Vegeta
stalled in mid air.
Vegeta
turned a little and raised his arm looking at Yamcha through his fingers.
"You are so wrong." he said softly and shot a Ki blast at him. It was
powerful enough to nock him out and send him plummeting to the ground.
Bulma made a small scream. Vegeta once again turned to
Bulma and flew towards her, he couldn't take any more of Yamaha, Bulma was his
now. He ran straight into her waist, dragging her off with him into the sky.
Bulma was knocked unconscious and went limp in Vegeta's arm once again.
Bulma
suddenly woke up and realized she was being carried. "Mmm…" she
groaned, "Vegeta why did you do that for? Now my stomach hurts." She
wined. Vegeta stopped right above her pool and said nothing for a while.
"You
know I could drop you right now." He said, and then moved to her beach
towel she had left out after her night swim the other night. Their feet softly
touched down on the fuzzy cloth. Vegeta did not remove his arms from around her
waist, nor did Bulma pull away. They starred into others eyes for a moment,
before Bulma placed one of hands on either side of Vegeta's face and pulled him
to her. Her eyes slowly drifting closed. He followed suit.
Their
lips meet, shyly at first, then more aggressive. Bulma slid her tongue across
Vegeta's lips silently asking for permission to enter, and he granted
permission. They deepened their first real kiss. Tongues battling and exploring
until Bulma pulled away for air. Both of them were panting. When she caught her
breath, Vegeta pulled her in again, the battle pursuing. His hands slipped from
her waist, to her butt. Squeezing her cheeks, then he sliding up her back to
entangle them selves in her wet coloured hair, her own hands were roaming as
well, trailing down his muscled back, over his brad shoulders, down his ripped
chest.
Vegeta
was the one to pull away this time. He trailed warm kisses tracing her jaw
line, down her neck; to the sensitive hollow were the shoulder and neck meet.
Bulma moaned softly as he nibbled and sucked, her fingers slipping into his
coarse hair messaging his scalp.
His
mouth trailed lower, kissing her exposed cleavage. Bulma stood on her tipsy
toes to try and move Vegeta's warm mouth even lower. He chuckled, as he
complied. Sucking on the cloth clad nub of flesh. He moved one hand to her
other breast as not to ignore it. Bulma moaned again at his sweet torture. Then
a thought trickled through her passion-hazed mind. They were still out side.
She felt Vegeta's hand, the one not playing with the other breast; begin to
untie her bikini strap. Oh no, were on the lawn. The future president of
capsule corp. is getting it on in plain view for everyone.
"Vegeta
stop!" she cried out. He jerked away from her, his frown clearly in place,
expecting rejection from the way she called out. "Let's take this some
place more private ne?" Bulma said quickly before his feather got ruffled,
his smirked reappeared, ~silly woman afraid of being caught. ~ Well he
would comply. He picked her up and flew to her room in one fluid motion.
They
entered her room by means of the glass doors that led onto the balcony. He laid
her on the bed gently, and then resumed where he had left off in the yard.
Before Bulma could realize what had happened she was back in her room with her
bikini top discarded on the floor, and Vegeta suckling at her breast. The
sensation was wonderful as he raked his teeth gently across one of her swollen
areolas, and lightly pinched the other one. She moaned loudly. He switched the
mouth to the opposite breast, and his hand to the one his mouth had just been
playing with. Bulma snaked on of her hands down to his hardened member, feeling
it through the spandex shorts. She heard Vegeta's sharp intake of breath, and
smirked. Then he pulled her away from him.
"Naughty,
naughty, naughty." He tisked in a husky whisper, he flicked his tongue a
final tine across her painfully swollen nipple. Then he trailed it down the
side of her breast, across her stomach.
Then
he playfully dipped his tongue into her belly button. Then bringing it lower,
going side ways from her belly button to her hip. Leaving a wet trail, his
teeth latched on to the blue strap of her bikini bottom, pulling it down over
her hip to rest on her thigh as he repeated the same thing to the other side. Bulma
found this very erotic, as his teeth scraped smoothly over her flesh, giving
her goose bumps.
Vegeta
continued to slowly pull off her thong with his teeth. When it was off he
kissed his way back up her legs, pulling them apart with his hands. Bulma watched
him with lust-clouded eyes, body shaking with anticipation. When he reached the
juncture of her thighs he looked up at her. He could see the lust in her eyes,
and it made him harder.
Kami, the way he was looking at her was making her body
crawl with desire. She knew if she had been standing she would have fallen, her
knees giving out. He kissed her rearmost lips. Her sea coloured pubic brushed
against his lips. Vegeta inhaled deeply, the smell of her arousal was strong,
making him more aroused. She spread her legs wider for him. He smirked, and
then lowered his face to the best part of her lips. His tongue running over her
clitoris and Bulma moaned loudly.
Vegeta
smirked; at how wet she was already. He slipped two fingers into her entrance,
pumping them in and out as he tongued her clit. Drawing moans and whimpers of
pleasures from Bulma, as her hips instinctively began to grind against his
hand. She fleeting wondered where he learned to become such an experienced
lover. Then the thought was blown away, as were any other thoughts, as waves of
pleasure coursed through her. Bulma screamed as she reached her climax. Her
body was shuddering, as she was drowned in wave after wave of pleasure.
Vegeta
licked up her juices. When he finished he sat on his knees, bringing his hand
up in front of his face. Bulma saw that it was dripping with her juices; a
small blush crept across her cheeks. He began to lick off his fingers. She sat
up and licked the sticky liquid off his fingers as well. Their tongues cleaned
his hand, and then joined their mouths together.
Vegeta
tore off his shorts as they kissed. He slowly lowered her back down to the bed.
As he plunged his swollen member into her slick entrance, Bulma gasped as she
felt him in her. He was so big. His length grandly made up he lacked in height.
He gave her a moment to adjust to him, and then began to thrust in and out of
her. Bulma rose to meet his thrust, wrapping her slender legs around him, her
hips grinding against his.
Vegeta
increased his pace. Bulma's moans turned to screams, as she tried to keep
Vegeta's pace. Vegeta thrust relentlessly, as Bulma's screams of pleasure
furthered him along. He barely noticed Bulma's nails digging into his flesh. It
wouldn't have hurt him anyways. Felt her inner muscles clenching and
unclenching around him, and he thrust fasted, his teeth clamped together
keeping back his own moans.
Bulma
screamed his name as she was pushed over the edge again. Her climax triggering
his own as he buried his head in her neck to muffle his cries. He whispered her
name, as he released his seed with in her. He moved off her slowly so she
wouldn't be crushed under him. Lying next to her, she snuggled deeper into his
embrace, still panting heavily. He brushed a sweat soaked lock of hair off her
forehead then kissed where the hair had been. He pulled her closer to him,
realizing he would never let her go. Then she drifted off to sleep, he let her
sleep. She'll need all the rest can get, he thought before drifting off to
sleep with her.
~*~