Ouch!" Vegita raised his eyes from the human device called a television (actually, he wasn't really watching it-just laughing at the people on the Jerry Springer show.), quirking a brow at the yelp that came from the kitchen. Sighing, he stood up and strutted to the kitchen.
Vegita could've almost laughed at the sight he saw. Kneeling under the kitchen cabinet, her top half hidden from view, was Bulma, obviously searching for something.
"Woman, what are you doing now?" Vegita laughed. He immediatly shut up when he heard Bulma shriek and jump out of the closet. He winced at the sound. 'Dang, that woman can scream...but why?' He wondered. He expected her to jump but never expected her to scream. Bulma never screamed. She claimed she could never get scared, yet here she was, shrieking at the stupidest thing.
"Vegita, you......DAMMIT VEGITA!!!!" Bulma yelled. Vegita started to respond but stopped. Bulma looked and sounded like she was about to cry. 'Did I scare her that bad?' he thought.
"Well, how do you think I felt when I heard your yelp that made me investigate?" Vegita could've laughed at himself. Her simple cry of pain didn't scare him in the least, and the look on Bulma's face told Vegita that she knew it too.
"I...just....oh, for crying out loud, go away, you little prick!" Bulma's voice broke with the last few words. She bit her lip and stood up, turning her back to Vegita to work over the stove. She couldn't help but let one quick sob escape her, but tried to cover it up with the noise of the pots in her hand. Bulma prayed that Vegita didn't hear it.
Well, just shows how wishful prayers can be.
"No!" Bulma screamed when she felt Vegita's arm come around her. In her moment of panic, Bulma tried to elbow Vegita in his groin. She felt him grunt in reaction but did not release his grip on her. It actually tightened, causing Bulma to suck in her breath, realizing her mistake.
"Woman!" she felt Vegita's roar against her ear. "What in the bloody hell was that for?!" His only response was Bulma's heavy breathing. 'Heavy breathing?' he puzzled in his mind. 'Why the hell is she breathing heavy?' It was then that Vegita realized that her tiny, delicate hands were wrapped around his muscular arm in a desperate cling. Amused, Vegita wrapped his other arm around her, pulling her tighter. He was rewarded by a slight whimper from her.
Vegita turned his head from it's position on her shoulder and kissed her neck, feeling the pulse in her neck. It was already rapid but he felt it speeding up even more under his lips. He twirled his tongue around her skin, smiling at how desperately she clung to his arms.
He continued to kiss her neck and shoulders as he slowly slid his hand up her shirt. Vegita first let it dwindle on her stomach, applying a soft pressure. Then he slid it teasingly up more, coming to a rest on her breast. Bulma took a quick intake of breath when he did this. She was getting hot and fast and she knew it. The problem was that every move that Vegita made reminded her of Eric. He always touched her seductively just to scare the hell out of her and torture her. It made her wonder how long it would be until Eric finally forced himself on her.
Bulma's thoughts were broken off as she moaned when Vegita put his hand inside her bra and began rubbing his thumb over her nipple. Bulma felt her knees go weak and clung to him even more. Her head tipped back against his shoulder, trying to meet his eyes. Vegita felt her head turn up and her baby blues trying to search out his orbs. He looked down at her , still gently carrasing her breast in his hand. Slowly, he leaned down towards her, covering her mouth with his. His tongue flickered lightly over her lips. Her mouth opened and his tongue twirled inside of hers as the kiss deepened. It wasn't long before he felt Bulma responding.
Bulma felt his arms tighten as his hand left her breast. Vegita let it slide down her stomach slowly before reaching her pant line. Before she realized what he was doing, Vegita undid her jean shorts and stuck his hand inside, rubbing her erotically outside her panties.
Bulma moaned into his mouth, somewhat shocked at this. She was was unprepared when Vegita reached into her panties and began to rub her clit. But she was totally unprepared when Vegita slide two fingers into her and slowly began to finger her.
Bulma broke her lips away from his, crying out. She couldn't believe what he was doing. No one had ever touched her in that way and it was shocking. She wanted him to stop yet she wanted him to keep going.
Vegita was aware that Bulma fell limp against him. Her breathing was becoming more and more ragged and his fingers progressed. She felt so sweet, so warm, so tight. He was surprised that HE hadn't busted yet. He held Bulma tightly to him with his other arm, kissing her neck.
"Vegita..." Bulma barely moaned against his neck. Vegita smirked, knowing that she couldn't take anymore. He pulled penetrating fingers out, dropping her pants and panties as he did so. He whipped Bulma around, tearing off her shirt and bra before freeing himself of his black spandex shorts.
Bulma propped herself up on the counter right as Vegita rammed into her. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, holding onto him tightly. It was her second time, but the first impact still came as a shock and still came with pain.
The pain soon faded as Vegita began to move within her. Bulma moaned and wrapped her legs tighter around him. She suddenly felt Vegita ram into her, releasing his seed inside her. He seemed to take her to the stars and beyond. It was wonderful, but she soon felt herself drifting down. She wondered why the magic seemed so short this time. Looking up, Bulma found her answer right away.
There, watching them from the casual stance against his black Corvette, a smirk on his face... ....was Eric.
