Chinks in the Armor

Disclaimer: I don't own Bulma, Vegeta or Dragon Ball Z. The manga belongs to Viz/Shonen Jump, and is written by Akira Toriyama. The anime belongs to Toei Animation Company Ltd. I'm only borrowing the characters for use in this fanfiction. I make no money from this and it means no harm to the series.

Chinks in the Armor
Author: Trynia Merin
Pairing: Vegeta/Bulma
Category: Romance/Hentai/Psychological PWP Lemon Lime with a touch of WAFF
Rating: NC 17 for lemony SEX! D/S, H/J
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A thrust of a gloved hand threw the door open, and Bulma saw the motion of his gold toed boots as he hauled her in, then kicked the door shut. Seconds later she felt herself dumped on the middle of a double bed in the Capsule hut he inhabited. Scattered around the dim space were books and pieces of armor here and there. Bulma sat up, backing away from him as he turned to her. "Don't move," he growled.

"I could make it more fun," she blurted out.

"Keep silent," he hushed her, pressing a gloved finger to her lips. "And stay still. Unless you want to piss me off, you'll finish what you started, idiot."

"Not very innovative are we," she blurted out.

She realized in mere seconds he had pulled off his boots and armor, tossing them down before sitting on the bed and leaning towards her. A gloved hand pinned her down and Bulma then saw him crawl on top of her. Hard muscular thighs imprisoned her hips as Vegeta sat astride her. Clothing was ripped easily from her body, baring her to him before she could get a word in edgewise. Harsh breathing indicated his need, and he dragged his spandex down with one gloved hand while holding her with the other. Moving off her he then shoved her legs apart.

"I… wait…" she got out.

"What," he growled. "Make it quick."

"I can make it more fun, like I said before," she blurted out. "I mean you are a Prince right, don't you want the best?"

"Explain and make it QUICK, Bulma," he growled.

"I could undress you," she said softly, reaching a hand up to his shirt. Vegeta grunted and saw her parting her legs compliantly. She only wore her bra and panties now, having stopped his onslaught of ripping away what separated them. Slowly she rubbed her fingers over his muscles and seized the hem of his shirt. Vegeta crossed his arms so she could pull it up. Leaning up she lightly ran her fingertips over the landscape of revealed scars.

"Tolerable I suppose," he snorted, pretending not to be impressed. He yanked off his gloves, then let them drop with the rest of his garments to the side. Then his gaze fell on her trying to reach behind and remove her bra.

"If you reach around me it will be easier," she whispered, trying to sit up.

Somehow they removed it and he stopped to look at her revealed chest. A sharp gasp exhaled, and then he pushed her down once more. Hot breath surged against goosepimpled skin and then his hands descended on her breasts. The touch was clumsy yet sensual, causing her to arch her back because he seemed unsure. His dark hair tickled as he lowered his nose to take in her scent starting at her neck then down between the curves of what he slowly squeezed and kneaded with large hands. Her inner thighs brushed against the outside of his, causing her to shiver. Against her he pressed his chest, lying down atop her so he could again sharply nip at her ear, then her neck. Instinctively Bulma arched her back, sighing, as his touches grew surer. Now his hands diverted from her breasts to squeeze the other places with slow pinches and drags of his fingertips. He allowed her hands to slide and knead down the curve of his spine. Vegeta sharply nipped at her neck, her collarbone, between her breasts and on the erect nipples before suckling at them. The friction of his abdomen on her pelvis caused her to moan softly. Softly she kissed his wide forehead.

Leaning down he seized her nose between his teeth and bit down. Then nipped at her lips. Twisting her face she reached up and seized his face between her hands to try and kiss him.

"Time for that later," he snorted, then lay so he pressed her under him. Sliding his hands down he grabbed her underwear and ripped them away. She gasped as he drew back and arched over her, his bare chest hot and hard against her soft breasts and stomach. He pressed the bulge of his crotch to hers; grinding down and reaching under to grasp her butt and pull upwards. Then he jerked his pelvis down, and she felt the hard shaft slip down her belly and nudge her vagina.

Grabbing her hand he pulled it down and pressed it to his cock. Bulma wrapped her fingers around, feeling slick hardness. She was glad to see some familiarity among human and Saiyan desires, because other lovers wanted the woman to touch. Up and down she slid her hand while her other hand reached up and she lifted her lips to kiss him. Vegeta slipped his fingers between them and probed her vagina. Realizing she jolted at the fingers slipping in, he felt moisture wetting his fingertips. Slowly he lifted his body and knelt between her knees. One hand pressed against her belly while he pushed his index and middle finger in.

"Strange," he murmured, lifting his fingers to lick the moisture off.

He saw the look of lust on Bulma's face, and then smirked. Again his fingers descended and thrust in. She yelped, arching her back and squeezing her eyes shut so he saw her beautiful dark lashes and red lips parting. Somehow by rubbing the nub of her clit he had the earth woman at his mercy. Vegeta snickered, grinning devilishly as he added a third finger and pushed in and out. Strange warmth overcame him, and he felt the crackling energies surging around her body as he focussed. If he wasn't careful he'd break his plaything, and so he lightly pressed his other hand to her stomach. Bulma felt warmth creeping over every inch of her skin from his hands, enveloping her with a series of pinpricks. If she opened her eyes she could see a bluish glow, and it dawned on her that it was ki. Just like Yamcha had done, Vegeta was somehow concerned with her safety. This released her tension and she felt warm fondness that he cared about her welfare. Even if he only saw her as a sex toy, he didn't wish to cause her harm.

Bulma thrashed and tossed her head to the side, her body flushing with heat. "I have you at my mercy," he taunted her. A wave of pre orgasmic pleasure swept over her with raw need, and then Bulma blinked up at him with tears in her eyes to see his smirk. Before she could say another word he pinned her hands above her head and then slid his tip against her vagina. A sharp thrust pushed him inside, and she yelped with the invasion.

Another grunt and he filled her to capacity. His powerful hands grabbed her hips and he thrust several times in to feel the response. For each push inside she whimpered and squeezed her eyes shut, mouth thrown open and sensuous neck arched. Something gladdened him to see the power he had over her, and Vegeta eagerly pounded into her willing body. Bulma pressed down with her shoulders, her hands reaching to slip a finger where his cock slid in and out of her. He realized she was somehow further stimulating herself. A clenching on his shaft made him stop, and he looked down with question at her under him. Sharply he impaled her, feeling his tip stop against something firm, and heard her sob his name. Bulma screamed and writhed, her body shuddering.

Was that pleasure? A human female could enjoy what he was doing? A slow smile came over him, and he thrust hard a few more times. Again she shifted her hips, and Vegeta connected that she was trying to help him reach his goal. Panting he allowed her to move with his next thrust. Slowly he grunted, pacing his movement with hers. Harder and harder her sheath squeezed and massaged him from within, fitting as well as the white gloves he wore as a sense of security. Bulma suddenly stopped, and lifted her legs clumsily. Vegeta grabbed her ankles and set them on his shoulders, realizing that this allowed him to fill her more completely. That buzzing at the base of his spine and groin surged with a high that he enjoyed. He was close to releasing now. Heart pounding he gave his last few grunting pushes, then stiffened. Bulma squeezed down from inside and this pushed him over the edge. Moaning he released inside, hot surges of his fluid mingling with hers. Precious genetic material mingling with hers, their bodies united as he lay down on top of her panting body.

Bulma lay back as Vegeta rested his full weight on her. She felt it hard to breathe, but Vegeta seemed warm and comfortable. The hardness of his muscles seemed so perfect resting between her knees. She liked how her breasts crushed lightly against incredible hardness, his hot gasps tickling her neck. Strong arms rested on either side, and Vegeta sighed in contentment on his bed of flesh. Lightly she lifted her head and kissed his ear. Softening and spent he was still inside, and Bulma enjoyed the closeness and heat of his touch.

"He feels so good where he is," she realized. Peering down his back she saw the graceful curve of his spine and the landscape network of massive scars. A sense of protectiveness welled up, and she wrapped her arms around him to hug him close. Bulma wanted to hold and protect him, savoring the contact of someone whom was so intimately joined. She sighed and arched her back, closing her eyes and letting her own body hum with tingling energy. Mutual hunger was assuaged, and she felt Vegeta's tension relax.

"Vegeta?" she asked, rubbing his shoulder.

The only answer was a gentle snore. The dead weight of his slumbering body pinned her there and Bulma chuckled. As long as Vegeta lay atop and inside her, she couldn't move. Yet she realized there was no way any danger could harm her as long as Vegeta blanketed her. Relaxing again, Bulma let herself surrender to sleep. Any threat would awaken the dark terror that slept atop her, and she would be safe. If Vegeta felt safe enough to sleep on her and in her, had she somehow gained his trust?