Just Too Damn Sexy
Author: Hieimaru
Warning: Lemon
I snickered. I planned this well; I know I have. Rubbing my hands together
in anticipation, I grinned. Laughing out loud, I sounded like a maniac but
didn't notice until the man beside me spoke up.
"You know what, Goku? You really scare me at times." I looked down at
Kuririn, who had a weird statement on his face. I smiled down innocently
at my best friend, rubbing the back of my head.
"Ahh, really? Why?" I laughed nervously. The short man just looked at me
and shook his head. I looked away as we ambled down the street gathering
supplies for the party. It was a bachelor's party thrown by all my friends
and my sons. I still find it difficult to believe how easily they had all
accepted the relationship with my prince.
***************
I'd stood up nervously, wringing my hands and glancing skittishly from
face to face. I'd gathered them all at Master Roshi's to tell them what
happened. Vegeta was there. I looked into the midnight eyes of my lover
helplessly, tears filling my eyes at the rejection I knew would follow.
Vegeta had stood up in front of everyone, including his own son and Gohan
and Goten. Even Bulma was there. The prince had grabbed my face in his
strong cloth-covered hands, forcing me to look only at his face. Quietly,
but loudly enough that everyone must have heard, Vegeta gave me the
courage to tell everything.
"Look only at me," he'd said. "Pretend that I am the only one here, if you
can't tell them directly. No matter what, I am here. I will hold you, I
will catch you. I am not ashamed of you. I love you, Kakarotto. That will
never change. Now speak. Be the Saiyajin you are, do not fear mere words.
Tell them through me!"
Everyone had gaped at 'Geta. People started to talk all at once, shouting
at him to leave me alone. Asking what he thought he was doing to me. He
ignored it all and continued to look only at me, into my eyes. I reached
up and taking a hand into my own, I kissed his palm. Then I bent low and
kissed him in thanks. After a minute I realized that it had gotten really
quiet in the house. I looked up. Yamcha looked slightly ill. Tien and
little 'Tzu stared unabashedly. Roshi looked perverted, as always. Bulma,
she was smiling. Gohan was grinning. Goten and Trunks were giggling
quietly. Kuririn was nodding as though he'd figured something out. Piccolo
was smirking. Figures. I smiled at Vegeta, silently thanking him again. A
corner of his mouth lifted and I could see a slight fang peeking out. Kami
how I wanted to take him right then and there. I sighed and began to
speak.
"The beating started when..."
I told the truth. I didn't leave anything out. I didn't embellish the
truth. I didn't even spare my first-born the knowledge of his conception,
nor my second son, though he didn't understand everything I said. All he
knew was that his mother had hurt me. I was grateful to Kami that she'd
never hurt him. I watched as their faces became hard with anger then
turned into sorrow. I saw tears fall and knew my own were being wiped away
by 'Geta. I told them all about the conversation my boys had in the
hospital room that night. I remembered every word. How could I not? I
explained how I had always felt towards Vegeta, and how confused I was
about those feelings. I admitted everything I had been so ashamed of about
Chichi and myself. And then I waited.
I waited for the censure, the blame. I waited to hear how stupid I was,
how weak. But all I got was a group of people walking up to me where I
stood with my Prince and wrapping me in the tightest, biggest group hug
I've ever known. 'Geta squirmed a lot. But that's okay. Tien told me that
he was sorry for not seeing anything, that he knew Vegeta would take care
of me. Piccolo merely said that we matched, and that he'd never liked
"that shrill woman" anyway. Kuririn tried blaming himself for everything,
and Roshi just asked for pictures of me and 'Geta together. It was hard
work restraining my lover at that moment. But I 'accidentally' on purpose
let him go just once. Master Roshi pancake wall art. Interesting memory. I
shudder as I remember it.
***************
"Goku! Hey, Goku!" a swat against my arm. I looked down. "We're here.
Where'd you go? Lala land?" Kuririn shook his head.
"Um, sorry..."
"Come on, the party's about to start and we have the rest of the stuff!"
A few hours later, we were all pretty sloshed. Even I could feel it, but
not enough to distract me from my plans. 'Geta and I had been together for
three months and he'd asked me to marry him a week ago. He said that not
letting two men marry was dumb and so we were going to marry in the
Saiyajin way. I agreed. But all our friends wanted to throw a party.
Personally, I think it was just an excuse to get drunk, but hey, who am I
to complain?
Soon, just as I had expected, Yamcha brought out his karaoke machine. I
grinned. There were groans galore, but this is what I'd been waiting for.
I walked over to my husband-to-be and heard him slurring his complaint
about having to listen to the baka ningen sing. Wiping the grin off my
face, I grabbed him to dance as the first round of singing buzzed in our
ears. A few more drinks for him and plain soda for me and he was ready.
I'd heard him singing in the shower before. A certain song. I wanted to
hear it now. I wanted everyone else to see how lucky I was. I wanted to
show off my magnificent lover and all his, ahem, talents. They didn't
realize just how sexy he could be. I was going to show them. Or rather,
'Geta was.
Molding our bodies together, I can feel his arousal through the tight
black jeans he was wearing. The black t-shirt I'd picked out for him was a
couple sizes too small and molded to his chest and abdomen like a second
skin. Drool. I lick my lips, my tongue gliding over my sensitized mouth
and he watches it with that gleam in his eyes. My heart pounds in my
chest. I know I have to say something before he kisses me or I'm just
going to say hell with it and run upstairs with him in my arms. So I steel
myself and rub as sensually as I can against him.
"'Geta..ahhh." I whine. "Do something for me. Please?" I can see his eyes
darken and feel his pulse quicken. He lunges forward but I dart away. He's
growling at me now but I have to see this through.
"Boku no ouji, please..." he loves it when I beg. So do I. He always
rewards me just so. I see him capitulate. Congratulating myself I tell him
what I want. His eyes widen and he looks around nervously.
"Baka. There are people here. I am not going to..." I tune out. You know,
it's funny. Even when he's drunk, if something goes against his natural
grain, he speaks so clearly. It fools a lot of people. But not me.
"Please, 'Geta? Everyone is so drunk. They won't remember a thing. You
know that. They never remember anything after a party like this."
"There's never been a party like this," he smirks.
I smile knowing he's right. I see him thinking about it. I know I've won
when he says, "okay. But you're going to pay for it." His voice is so deep
and glides through me, touching places only he knows and making me so hot
and heavy I groan. He leers at me, knowing what he does to me. He glides
away. I watch his tight ass as he steps confidently onto the raised floor
at the other end of the room. Snatching the microphone from Yamcha, he
sneers at everyone then goes to the machine. I watch as he looks through
the titles, and as soon as he spots a certain one his eyes widen and his
head snaps up. He glares at me. He knows I think to myself. For a moment I
worry, but then he smiles. Dangerously. I know I am so going to pay for
this later but right now, I'm going to enjoy the show. I'll also enjoy the
'punishment' he'll deal later. There's a shit-eating grin on my face and I
know it. But the music's starting and I no longer care.
***************
The beat grabs everyone's attention. There's quiet as the first words are
softly song in a deep voice echoing throughout the room. Everyone watches
him now. But he's mine and they know it. I smirk.
I'm too sexy for my love, too sexy for my love
love's going to leave me
Never. I will never leave him. He moves his body, grinding his hips to the
rhythm, his eyes on mine and mine alone.
I'm too sexy for my shirt, too sexy for my shirt
so sexy it hurts
and I'm to sexy for Milan, too sexy for Milan,
New York and Japan
His hands caress his chest, ever-present white gloves gleaming against the
skin-tight black cotton as his hips gyrate. Damn! He makes cotton as
erotic as silk sheets and wine.
I'm too sexy for your party, too sexy for your party
the way I'm disco dancing
I laugh a little hysterically. The way he dances is definitely not disco,
but I think he'd be just as sexy no matter how he moved.
I'm a model, you know what I mean and I do my little turn on the catwalk
yeah on the catwalk, on the catwalk yeah
I do my little turn on the catwalk
Oh, Kami! I think I'm gonna cum right here, right now! Oh gods I want him
so! He twists and turns. He knows what he's doing to me. I can see it in
his eyes. His hair throws ember flames into the air and his eyes glitter
in the darkened room as the scant light provided by small lamps throws his
features into contrast. My hands wander down my body, touching questing. I
sit up as I hear a moan. Wildly I look around. I couldn't recognize it,
but I see every face riveted to the impromptu stage. I know that they all
know now the prize that I have. I growl loudly menacingly. All eyes turn
to me for a moment.
"MINE." I growl. Every head nods. I hear a bit of laughter from the
'stage' and we all turn back to watch.
I'm too sexy for my car, too sexy for my car
too sexy by far
and I'm to sexy for my hat, too sexy for my hat
what you think about that
Fuck! He's too sexy for all the damn clothes he's wearing right now. My
hands become fists in my lap. My heart feels like it's about to jump out
of my chest and go visit Kaiosama for a while. The man I watch flips and
turns, whirls and sways into my soul. Gloves slowly are peeled away
revealing the hands I know are soft and gentle. I imagine them running
over my body. I remember how they felt on my skin the first time he made
love to me in the forest after I'd tackled him.
I'm a model you know what I mean and I do my little turn on the catwalk
yeah on the catwalk, on the catwalk yeah
I shake my little tush on the catwalk
And boy does he! His back is facing us all as he rotates his pelvis
tightly. His glorious ass sways before my captivated eyes. I'm drooling. I
just know I'm drooling. And I know that he can smell my arousal. The way
he's leering at me. Mentally he is silent but I know he can see all the
little dirty thoughts running through my head. He glares. Okay, not
little. I smile and give a leer of my own. Definitely not little. He
blushes a bit. I grin.
I'm too sexy for my cat, too sexy for my cat
oh pussy oh pussy cat
Oh...my... He's on his hands and knees, his tail waving behind him as he
arches his back. That ass high in the air, his mouth open as he sings that
line. Oh...my...this is my prince! Damn! I'm a lucky bastard! No one can
believe that this is Vegeta. Vegeta for Kami's sake! The cold Saiyajin
prince. I wanted to laugh and sneer and shout triumphantly. See! See!!
This is Vegeta! This is my mate! I belong to him and he belongs to me! I
sense the astonishment and pride in his thoughts as he realizes why I
wanted him to do this. He looks at me as he finishes the song, grinding to
a halt - literally.
I'm too sexy for my love, too sexy for my love
love's going to leave me
"Never!" I hadn't realized I shouted until he turned, a giga-watt smile on
his face.
And I'm too sexy for this song
The mic falls forgotten onto the floor as I rush up to grab him. Holding
him tight, I kiss him as though my life would end without his taste,
without his tongue in my mouth fighting my own in a duel neither can
possibly lose. I barely hear the cat-calls and whistles as I use
instant-transmission to get us to our room upstairs. The party resumes
full-swing. The noise is deafening but all I can hear is my prince's rough
breathing.
"You're going to pay for that, Kakarotto. You set me up." I nod in
agreement. I know he feels just how eager I am.
He's not drunk anymore, but I can still taste the sake on his tongue as he
ravishes my mouth. As he removes my clothing, all I can think about is how
a meeting of fear and anger with a brother I never knew existed led to
this moment. I remember all the fights, all the battles. I remember the
pain I suffered at Chichi's hand. I feel a twinge of sadness when I think
of her. She killed herself a month ago. I can't help but think that if I
tried harder, she would still be here. But then, I realize if she was
here, I wouldn't have what I have now. I want to feel guilty about being
glad I never have to face her again, but I can't. Instead, I feel guilty
about not feeling guilty. Gohan and Goten lost their mother, but...
"Stop it, Kakarotto. Just stop. She deserved it. She hurt you and I can
feel no remorse over her death. She took her own life. It's disgusting. I
hated her for what she did to you. You're mine!" and Vegeta set about
showing me how very his I was.
He'd already stripped us both. It was just skin on skin now. Kami how I
love the feel of his nakedness against my body. I was already so aroused
from his show that it didn't take long for him to raise me to the heights
he took me to every time we made love. I never knew it could be so
painless and so full of pleasure. Vegeta taught me so much. He'd erased
all the scars Chichi had given me. I let him play with my body. He'd even
shown me how to take him before. But this is how I wanted it the majority
of the time. His body atop mine. My Prince in control. I didn't have to do
anything. He took care of me. My 'Geta. He protects the protector everyone
views me as. I love you, my prince I whisper in my mind.
He responds by taking my bottom lip between his teeth. I moan as he swipes
his hot tongue against the sensitive flesh. My own tongue blindly reaches
forward to spar and it's minutes later we part for breath. We pant and
moan together, trying to catch our breath but it's impossible. He moves
down to trace a wet cool path down my jaw and throat. I tilt my head back
to give him access. Each time he kisses and suckles the mating mark at the
junction of my shoulder and throat I jump and my heavy needy arousal
twitches in pleasure. He knows it's one of my spots. He grasps my wrists
and holds them high above my head, stretching my body beneath him. I don't
think I even remember getting on the bed. But obviously we had to at some
point because here I am, beneath him. I moan and whimper as he thrusts
lightly into my groin. Oh gods. Every time he loves me I fall deeper in
love with him. I don't know how it's possible but I do.
His tongue and lips and teeth knead my nipples into tight almost painful
knots of upraised flesh. He sucks on one and teases the other. I'm too far
gone to do anything but scream as I toss my head back. 'Geta discovered
that I am greatly responsive to touch. He is too. It's almost annoying
sometimes, but right now it's anything but. His hands travel the length of
my body as he perches on my thighs. Amazing. He's a short man compared to
me, yet he manages to reach all of me without even moving. Not to mention
he's more than adequate where it counts. Quite impressive really. He beats
me out. Hands down. Or perhaps, hands on. Speaking of hands, his are now
traveling down, caressing me. His skin is so soft, so gentle. His touch
only as light or harsh as he wants it to be. He has such control. Finite
movements. Never a wasted motion. He is poetry. He is music. He is
silence. He is noise. He is my pleasure. He is my soul and my heart. He is
my everything.
My tears glisten and he looks up at me from where he is lapping at my
belly. I see the glimmer of wetness on his face and know that he was
listening to my thoughts. The look in his eyes is of such love. How could
anyone possibly understand the depths of this man? How could any of them
know? And it hurts to realize that once, I didn't know either. For so long
I was ignorant. But I fell in love anyway. With his gruff manner, his
angry voice, his posture of arrogant assurance. His regal bearing. The
more I discover the more I feel inadequate against him. The more I feel
like a third class baka who has reached dangerously above his station to
grab at something that he has no right to even think of owning. His
prince's heart. But I see his love for me. And I am humbled before it.
This proud temperamental man, this haughty over-bearing prince, this
skilled ruthless warrior, this cunning intelligent strategist chose me,
chose to love me. And I can do nothing but open myself to him. My heart,
my soul, my body, my mind. Everything I am belongs to him. I would die for
him and he would live for me. I love him. I am in love with him. I am in
lust with him. I am in heaven's embrace when I yield myself to him.
My friends will never understand the truth. I think Gohan knows more about
it than any of the others. He's always known what I needed was different
than most men. I needed Vegeta. And I got him. He gave himself to me. And
as he prepares me I moan into his ear. I taste his salty skin. I inhale
his honey and musk scent. I taste myself in his mouth. I want to pleasure
him, but he tells me without words that I pleasure him just by giving
myself to him. He once told me that he would have me on my knees before
him. I don't think he meant this, but I will always be on my knees before
him. My beautiful, handsome prince. My warrior. My soul's guardian. My
sanctuary even as I am his. My Vegeta. And I am his Kakarotto. Always and
forever.
I cry out as he thrusts into me, my legs wrapping tightly around his
strong waist. I feel every inch of him invade my body, stretching me,
forcing me to accept him. His long hot arousal burns inside of me as he
moves slowly, filling me then leaving me. But I know he'll always come
back to fill me again. I don't have to wait long before a quicker rhythm
is established and soon he is pounding into me with savage strength. His
manhood pulsing against that spot inside me every time he buries deep. My
own arousal is fisted in his strong hands. Hands capable of tearing apart
his enemies, yet so searing and gentle on my body. His thumb caresses the
slit at the top of my erection, swirling through the liquid gathering
there and spilling into his moving hand. He says my name breathlessly and
I look at him through slitted eyes as he pulls away his hand from between
our bodies and licks my essence off his fingers. I moan, throwing my head
to the side, inviting him to partake.
Every time he makes his mark, the scar becomes more and more noticeable. I
love it. I love feeling him drawing from me. I love reciprocating. I reach
up to grab that hand and bring the fingers to my own mouth. I clean myself
away from him and he groans. Roughly, he pushes off of me. Manhandling me
easily, he manipulates my body until I'm on my side. He lifts my leg into
the air and settles the side of my knee onto his shoulder. He takes my
other leg and wraps it carefully yet tightly around his waist. He is on
his knees, sitting on his heels. My strong prince pulls my body quickly
against him. He puts my hand on my own arousal, and takes my other hand to
the place where he will join into me. I hold the head of his soft steel
against my needy pulsing opening. Gods how I want him!
He rears back slightly, then rams himself into me, thrusting deeply to the
hilt. My fingers feel my own skin stretch around him. The highly
stimulated flesh moving and clenching around his thickness. He yells and I
scream. My fist works my erection hard and fast. I look up and to the side
to see him watching me pleasure myself as he works me. To feel him sliding
in and out of my body is pure eroticism. It won't be long now. I have no
idea how I lasted this long. Somehow he bends to kiss me brutally as he
shoves in one last time. We cry out into each other's mouths as we cum
together. I flow into my hand and the sheets, while he fills me with pure
heat. It always feels a little strange when he cums in me, but I love it.
It claims that I am his. I can almost laugh at how submissive I am as a
lover. But 'Geta is such a dominant that we fit perfectly. He folds
himself around me as we drift off completely and wonderfully spent.
***************
It's morning and I can't help but smile brightly as I fix breakfast.
Contrary to popular belief, I can cook a decent edible meal—if I have
the right kind of motivation. I'm still grinning like an idiot but I don't
care. Besides, it's expected. Everyone that I woke from their
not-so-graceful positions on the floor and furniture sat around the
kitchen table drinking the 3-part coffee, 1-part water mixture I gave
them. There's also a little bit of wasabi mixed in and if that doesn't
wake people up, I don't know what will. Suddenly, there's a lot of yelling
for water and screaming that I'm evil. I'm still grinning. But maybe just
a bit wider now.
The yelling woke up Vegeta and he comes down to the table looking just as
fine as he did the day before. People give him evil glares...man, if looks
could kill. He just smirks at them, making some comment about Saiyajin
physiology. Someone gives him a cup of 'coffee'. I don't warn him. Oops.
He smiles and drinks it all down quickly. I stifle more laughter as the
evil looks become downright mean.
"Well, guys. I hope last night was fun after us girls took off!" Bulma and
Seventeen came strolling through the door. Everybody groaned, including
Piccolo. Hn. Go figure.
"We figured you wouldn't remember anything so I set up a video-cam to
record everything." Vegeta spit out everything in his mouth.
"Eww. That's gross, Vegeta." He shot Kuririn a glare meant to shrivel
flowers on a sunny May afternoon. Kuririn shuddered.
"Videotape? You taped it?!" he was nearly shouting. I had a hard time
keeping my mouth shut.
"Well, yeah. Goku asked me to. He said....Vegeta? Um, Vegeta? Hello-o?!"
Uh oh. He is glancing my way. Um. No. He's glaring my way. Uh oh. Maybe I
should...
"KA_KA_ROTTO!!!!" Yep. I need to run now. Bye!
***************
The entire room watch as Goku hightails it out of the house followed
closely by a really, really pissed off Saiyan prince. Finally, Yamcha and
Kuririn speak out at he same time.
"What the hell is on that tape?!!"
"Let's find out," Bulma grinned. She'd soon have black-mail material. She
giggled in anticipation.
Two hours later, she stopped the tape with a twitching finger. Her hand
was shaking so bad she dropped the remote. Everyone was silent.
"Oh..." said one.
"My..." said another.
They wisely left the tape on the table with a note "we didn't see a thing.
ENJOY!!!! again and again and again...."