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Fanfic: Geheimnis eines Kusses #2
Chapter: Secret of a Kiss # 2
2. Chapter
A / N: The language is a little deep, but I've marked the worst words with asterisks. I just wanted to avoid having to pass it off as an adult.
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And now Bulma couldn't get enough of him.
He was just perfect. Powerful, persistent and beautiful in a masculine way. It was a pleasure to take pleasure in its appearance, but touching was better than studying. Bulma let her fingers trace his imaginary contours in the air and reminisced about his soft skin, his smell, his unique taste. She didn't know if she could ever get enough of him. And frankly, she didn't want to find out either. She had to do without too many good lovers because she had them executed out of a short-circuit reaction. She didn't want to lose her crown jewel in the same way, because she couldn't get it back then.
But there was still no danger.
"Do you miss me?"
Bulma's hand lingered in the air for a second before reaching out to meet her newly arrived visitor. The crooked index finger beckoned, making her complete the picture of a seductive witch. Disheveled, purple hair covered the upholstery like a fan, bare, even skin shone golden in the light of the candles, cherry-red lips twisted into a small smile.
"Come on," she whispered hoarsely. "Come and let me punish you. How dare you come into my chambers unannounced?" Bulma's glittering eyes belied her harsh threats. At least in the sense one would ordinarily recognize.
“What punishment do you think is appropriate?” A cheeky grin twitched around the corners of his mouth, dark eyes flashed with amusement. He was the only one who was into you and you with her.
"You know well enough that I would have got rid of anyone else long ago ... What convinces you that I won't deal with you soon too?"
"Because nobody is anywhere near as good as me."
"You are too convinced of yourself, Schwarzkopf. You are quite good, but you shouldn't be too fooled about it. It could be dangerous ..."
"Just admit that you can't go on without me. We both know that no one else can please you as I can, right?"
"I'm not admitting anything at all! And now come to me before I lose my patience !!" A little teasing was allowed, but he didn't need to think that he could do anything. He shouldn't forget his place. "If you're that convinced Yamcha," she continued with a dangerous smile. "Then show me again in detail what you've got. If I remember correctly, it wasn't as overwhelming as you want to portray it[MS1]."
His grin deepened and he took a slow step towards his lover. His body immediately adjusted to the anticipated sensual pleasures, his skin tingled expectantly and his breathing accelerated audibly.
"Ah-ah," Bulma reprimanded him, waving her index finger back and forth like you would a kid who was naughty. "You have something else ..."
Yamcha stopped two meters from the bed and looked down at himself. Of course he had something else ... and that was on. “You can do something about that.” Deliberately and slowly he peeled himself off his clothes, never letting his gaze depart from Bulma's face and following her every movement. For a woman with an experience like Bulma, it was delicious to see her blush slowly. Was it out of shame or sheer anticipation?
"It's better ..." she mumbled contentedly. "Now fuck me!"
Apparently it was the anticipation.
Her lips felt why and soft as Yamcha lowered his mouth to hers. His tongue tasted and reveled in the sweet fruit. Bulma kissed him back and let her hands wander. But after a short time it was enough.
"No more foreplay, let's get down to business."
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“DAMN!”
-Boom-
After the scream, there was a large hole in the wall, and in the hole was still the fist that had struck it.
Shivering with anger, Vegeta pulled his arm back and stared at his bloody fingers. But it wasn't his blood that covered his peripheral limbs. He bowed his head and followed the trail to the corpses of the last of his kind. Executed one by one, with no chance whatsoever.
The anger could be read clearly in Vegeta's vein, which pulsed menacingly. The anger was not even primarily about the fact that his "comrades" had been killed, but that he was now a prisoner on his own ship. How dare they ?! Didn't they know who they were dealing with? Or did they know and that was the only reason they let him live? If Freezer found out about the incident, all hell would be broken.
"Well, who do we have here?"came a voice that made Vegeta's blood run cold." Lonely, monkey boy? "The door to the lounge slid as silently as it opened.
* Freezer? *, Vegeta thought in shock as the Icejin floated lazily towards him. Every bit of self-control was used so that he wouldn't let his surprise show. * What is he doing here? *
"Surprised to see me? You should too."
"We have a contract. You didn't have to kill Nappa and Raditz from behind to see them dead. Your psychological games are sick to my neck ..."
"Bad luck for you."
"What's that supposed to mean? If you'd wanted to kill me too, I'd be that long ago. So you have to have something else in mind. WHAT ?!"
"Ts ts ts. Why always so impatient? Impatience ... one of the reasons why I unfortunately no longer need you. You and your Saiyajin there," he pointed to the two bloody heaps, "never had this strength.Your strength was very useful, but there are stronger ones than you. Well, I would have wiped you out the same way, only I was asked a favor that I couldn't refuse. So you can still live as long as your new master allows you. "
"If you think I'll let myself be passed around like an old hat, then you are very much mistaken!" With a mighty leap he shot at Freezer, his fist collided with his chin, but as always the attack was fruitless. Not that Vegeta was discouraged by this, on the contrary, he hit the Icejin even more desperately until he ran out of strength.
"Finished?" Asked Freezer with a smile and touched his uninjured chin. "Maybe I got a little wrong with the strength ..."
"You ... BASTARD !!"
"Well, well. I'll let you get away with this, but she won't be so generous."
"YOU ?! A she? I will NEVER ..."
"Yes you will. Unless you suddenly decide to commit suicide, but that should hardly be the case, it would be the most dishonorable death ever for a Saiyajin."The cold smile intensified when he saw the anger but also the helplessness in Vegeta's eyes and still the unshakable dignity in his demeanor." Oh, she will like that. "
A / N: The language is a little deep, but I've marked the worst words with asterisks. I just wanted to avoid having to pass it off as an adult.
-
And now Bulma couldn't get enough of him.
He was just perfect. Powerful, persistent and beautiful in a masculine way. It was a pleasure to take pleasure in its appearance, but touching was better than studying. Bulma let her fingers trace his imaginary contours in the air and reminisced about his soft skin, his smell, his unique taste. She didn't know if she could ever get enough of him. And frankly, she didn't want to find out either. She had to do without too many good lovers because she had them executed out of a short-circuit reaction. She didn't want to lose her crown jewel in the same way, because she couldn't get it back then.
But there was still no danger.
"Do you miss me?"
Bulma's hand lingered in the air for a second before reaching out to meet her newly arrived visitor. The crooked index finger beckoned, making her complete the picture of a seductive witch. Disheveled, purple hair covered the upholstery like a fan, bare, even skin shone golden in the light of the candles, cherry-red lips twisted into a small smile.
"Come on," she whispered hoarsely. "Come and let me punish you. How dare you come into my chambers unannounced?" Bulma's glittering eyes belied her harsh threats. At least in the sense one would ordinarily recognize.
“What punishment do you think is appropriate?” A cheeky grin twitched around the corners of his mouth, dark eyes flashed with amusement. He was the only one who was into you and you with her.
"You know well enough that I would have got rid of anyone else long ago ... What convinces you that I won't deal with you soon too?"
"Because nobody is anywhere near as good as me."
"You are too convinced of yourself, Schwarzkopf. You are quite good, but you shouldn't be too fooled about it. It could be dangerous ..."
"Just admit that you can't go on without me. We both know that no one else can please you as I can, right?"
"I'm not admitting anything at all! And now come to me before I lose my patience !!" A little teasing was allowed, but he didn't need to think that he could do anything. He shouldn't forget his place. "If you're that convinced Yamcha," she continued with a dangerous smile. "Then show me again in detail what you've got. If I remember correctly, it wasn't as overwhelming as you want to portray it[MS1]."
His grin deepened and he took a slow step towards his lover. His body immediately adjusted to the anticipated sensual pleasures, his skin tingled expectantly and his breathing accelerated audibly.
"Ah-ah," Bulma reprimanded him, waving her index finger back and forth like you would a kid who was naughty. "You have something else ..."
Yamcha stopped two meters from the bed and looked down at himself. Of course he had something else ... and that was on. “You can do something about that.” Deliberately and slowly he peeled himself off his clothes, never letting his gaze depart from Bulma's face and following her every movement. For a woman with an experience like Bulma, it was delicious to see her blush slowly. Was it out of shame or sheer anticipation?
"It's better ..." she mumbled contentedly. "Now fuck me!"
Apparently it was the anticipation.
Her lips felt why and soft as Yamcha lowered his mouth to hers. His tongue tasted and reveled in the sweet fruit. Bulma kissed him back and let her hands wander. But after a short time it was enough.
"No more foreplay, let's get down to business."
(+) - (+) - (+)
“DAMN!”
-Boom-
After the scream, there was a large hole in the wall, and in the hole was still the fist that had struck it.
Shivering with anger, Vegeta pulled his arm back and stared at his bloody fingers. But it wasn't his blood that covered his peripheral limbs. He bowed his head and followed the trail to the corpses of the last of his kind. Executed one by one, with no chance whatsoever.
The anger could be read clearly in Vegeta's vein, which pulsed menacingly. The anger was not even primarily about the fact that his "comrades" had been killed, but that he was now a prisoner on his own ship. How dare they ?! Didn't they know who they were dealing with? Or did they know and that was the only reason they let him live? If Freezer found out about the incident, all hell would be broken.
"Well, who do we have here?"came a voice that made Vegeta's blood run cold." Lonely, monkey boy? "The door to the lounge slid as silently as it opened.
* Freezer? *, Vegeta thought in shock as the Icejin floated lazily towards him. Every bit of self-control was used so that he wouldn't let his surprise show. * What is he doing here? *
"Surprised to see me? You should too."
"We have a contract. You didn't have to kill Nappa and Raditz from behind to see them dead. Your psychological games are sick to my neck ..."
"Bad luck for you."
"What's that supposed to mean? If you'd wanted to kill me too, I'd be that long ago. So you have to have something else in mind. WHAT ?!"
"Ts ts ts. Why always so impatient? Impatience ... one of the reasons why I unfortunately no longer need you. You and your Saiyajin there," he pointed to the two bloody heaps, "never had this strength.Your strength was very useful, but there are stronger ones than you. Well, I would have wiped you out the same way, only I was asked a favor that I couldn't refuse. So you can still live as long as your new master allows you. "
"If you think I'll let myself be passed around like an old hat, then you are very much mistaken!" With a mighty leap he shot at Freezer, his fist collided with his chin, but as always the attack was fruitless. Not that Vegeta was discouraged by this, on the contrary, he hit the Icejin even more desperately until he ran out of strength.
"Finished?" Asked Freezer with a smile and touched his uninjured chin. "Maybe I got a little wrong with the strength ..."
"You ... BASTARD !!"
"Well, well. I'll let you get away with this, but she won't be so generous."
"YOU ?! A she? I will NEVER ..."
"Yes you will. Unless you suddenly decide to commit suicide, but that should hardly be the case, it would be the most dishonorable death ever for a Saiyajin."The cold smile intensified when he saw the anger but also the helplessness in Vegeta's eyes and still the unshakable dignity in his demeanor." Oh, she will like that. "