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T.I.T.A.N. ch7
Now and then the ship would groan and shudder, the red lights flickering low before resuming their crimson glow.
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The Story of Us
Chapter Two!
This is the story of Bulma and Vegeta’s relationship told through the eyes of their sexual escapades. Several chapter fic that when woven together tell the story from beginning to end* of their shared life together. Each chapter happens at a different but important point in their relationship and can be read as a full story or as stand alone stories. My submission for day two of the @tpthvegebulsmutfest!
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Day Two
Bites
Vegeta
He didn’t know when his life spiraled out of control. He was a dad now, guess he has to come to terms with that since he’s met the boy from the future who claims to be his. These people on Earth are so fickle, one moment they are just fine then the next they are yelling at you for something you should have done. How was I to take care of the artificial humans AND protect the woman from dying? Why don’t one of those humans take up the slack and do something, ANYTHING besides stand around and complain without lifting a finger to help. Things with the humans had been going relatively well, Bulma had seen to it that they kept their tongues and Vegeta had promised to “play nice” whatever that means. But ever since Bulma and the baby had been knocked out of the sky and the boy from the future had saved them, the humans had been treating him poorly again. What did they want from him? Sure he was the Prince of all Sayians and was literally as close to perfection as anyone could get, but he couldn’t do everything for these ingrates. In reality, he had been too distracted trying to catch the blasted Dr. To even realize what had happened until it was too late and still… Oh fuck them! They could have done something! Why is this still bothering me? Vegeta thought as he hugged the lithe creature pressed against his body closer. The only person who mattered was right here with him, and the boy in the room next door also, I guess. But definitely this woman. The only thing that had mattered to him for over a year now in fact. It was so difficult for him to leave to train, but if he hadn’t Vegeta was convinced he would have been way too distracted to have ascended. But he did and now he was the Legendary. It didn’t seem to matter to him anymore, not with all the possibilities his future with the woman held. And yet, he knew he was still holding back from her. He knew it was time, he could feel it in his very being. Each day that passed without him giving into her fully was agony, and now with the Cell Games looming in front of them, Vegeta knew he needed to give in. He was sure they would win, but if for some reason they failed.. he didn’t want the woman to die without knowing how much she had molded the person laying next to her. Almost as if she could feel his thoughts, Bulma rolled over to face him. “Hey you” Her voice sounded like a flute, calm, sweet and airy. It was one of the most beautiful things he could imagine hearing. She looked into his eyes. Something was there just beyond the big bright pools of her irises. They were darker then normal, he recognized it as something he held for much of his life, unable to let it manifest. “Vegeta, I’m scared” there it was - fear, worry “I know you will do everything you can to win, but… what if….. “ her face scrunched up in a frown, her brows gathering. Shit is she going to cry? “Shhhh.” He purred towards her. His fingers found to base of her neck, massaging up into the base of her skull “Woman, Bulma. I have to say…something. I am not good at this.” He looked to her. She opened her eyes took a moment to steady her breathing and brought her eyes to his quizzically. She bit her lip in anticipation of his next words. How was he going to do this? The last time he said anything to this extent he was beaten and… well lets just say that Nappa had a real mess to clean up. Vegeta had learned at a young age that weakness and caring, fear, worry, all emotions besides pride and strength, confidence were looked down upon and punished. He never learned how to … what did they call it? Express himself. Well unless it was cockiness.. he was pretty fantastic at that. No, this was going to be difficult. He could almost feel Nappa in Hell mocking Vegeta for the weakness he had been displaying. Could that bastard come back from the dead to beat the feelings out of him, or try to at least? And besides the taught ideas that expression lead to physical pain, what if the woman was toying with him? What if this was just a coupling of convenience? He had sired her son, but did she care for him the way he cared for her or was this all an elaborate ruse to keep a strong man close by? No he knew he would not be physically punished for revealing his emotions, but the threat of rejection… that was something that worried him to his core. He had nothing, truly without the woman. She placed her hand on his face, rubbing his cheek with the pad of her thumb, could she have read his mind? Why was she looking at him this way. She always had a knack for understanding him even when he was unable to say what he meant. But no, this time would be different. Too long had he pushed her feelings aside to protect his pride, to assuage his fears of failure. Now was the time, the only time he had left to let her know. They could all be dead tomorrow, so it had to be tonight right now - consequences of pride be dammed. “Bulma” her name sighed out of his mouth.
Bulma
Holy shit! He never says my nameShe had watched his indecision for a full five minutes before attempting to comfort him. There was something he wanted, no needed to say. Was he leaving again? Was he finally sick of her and abandoning her and his son? This, whatever it was, was important, big - life changing. She could tell something was on the tip of his tongue from the moment he laid his arm around her waist when they laid down to rest. She locked her eyes with his and waited. As his mouth opened his tongue clicked and he took a deep breath in, seeming to attempt to calm himself. “Bulma,” he said her name again “did I ever tell you about my mother?” Bulma shook her head, confused “she was so strong. She was the only Sayian that was strong enough to fight my father and not die. They were sparring partners. She was an Elite, but her family politically had fallen out of grace. Some sort of scandal involving her younger brother. My father became enamored with her, and entered into courtship ritual without the advisors blessings. Very taboo. She would sing to me, her voice was scratchy, but one of the most serene things I can remember.” Then he began to sing, a low guttural melody that had sharp interjections stabbing into the melodic line. It was beautiful and one of the most melancholy things she ever heard. “That song, was a warriors lament, a lullaby really for Saiyan cubs. We, Saiyans, are taught to not care. I remember I told my mother I loved her in front of my father one day and he broke my arm and three ribs before punching me in the face. I was not yet two years old. She died giving birth to my brother Tarble. That woman, stubborn, refused to pod him. I cried, my heart had been wrenched from my chest. Then my father sent me to Frieza. I refuse to speak of the tortures I endured there, but on my 15th birthday Raditz brought me a woman. I bedded her, it was my first time, she was…. Not the most amazing woman in bed. But she was sweet, and kind. And no one had shown me kindness since my mother. She was…. Lets say take care of. Nappa had to clean up the mess. One by one, each person I had ever cared about was taken from me. Eventually I had no one. Then there was you. My angel, you saved see from myself. My anger, fear and hatred of the universe was rotting my soul. But you saw the real me. How did you do that? You pulled me out of that pit of hell I buried myself in. Never have I cared about someone the way I care about you. Bulma, I love you. You will not hear me say this after tonight, it is not the Saiyan way, but I love you more than you can know. My woman, My Bulma. The one who cleansed my soul and gave me new life. Literally and Metaphorically. You are my life and my savior. I am terrified I will loose you tomorrow. I can not do it. I can not let the world end tomorrow without you knowing what you mean to me. Bulma, be my mate. My life partner, the one who shares my bed, life, heart and soul for all times. If I die tomorrow at least I will die fulfilled as your mate, lover, husband.”
Bulma didn’t know what had just happened. Her breath was taken away. Never had Vegeta talked about his past, never been tricked into it and never willingly gave up any of this precious information. Then what had he said? She felt like she was standing outside of her own body, dizzy and lightheaded. Her breathing picked up “Vegeta, did you just propose to me? You want to be with me forever?” A tear fell down her cheek. “Bulma, I have never wanted anything more than to have you as mine forever. But you should know, once I take you as my mate, I am stuck with you until one of us dies.” He grinned, his joke was not lost on Bulma, she knew she wanted to be his since they first touched on Namek. “Vegeta, I want nothing more than to be yours. I would be with you until our last day, I success or failure, health or sickness, life or death. I love you more than the sun, flowers, my mothers cooking. Dammit Vegeta I love you more than strawberries! I would be by your side regardless if you asked me, if you tried to push me away I would always be here for you. You never had to ask. Form the moment we met, I was yours.”
Vegeta
His heart skipped a beat! He was sure she was gong to turn him down, but she loved him! She was his… well not yet, not officially. His mouth crashed with hers, taking in the warmth of her mouth. He could taste beer and cigarettes on her breath, he had been harping on her to quit those cancer sticks, but he didn’t care right now. All that mattered was him and her in this moment. She pulled his tongue into her mouth sucking lightly on it. She pulled away from him and lightly pressed kisses to his cheeks. Her hands finding those spots on his body she knew made him dizzy with need. He lowered his head to her shoulder and planted gentle kisses. He ran his tongue along her collarbone and planted gentle kisses on that area between her neck and shoulder. Vegeta’s hands were kneading the plump skin of her hips, and pushing the cotton of her pajamas up to expose her breasts. Bulma lifted up to allow the shirt to come off and lay back in place as Vegeta’s lips trailed down her neck to her pert nipple. His mouth descended on it nipping and suckling at the rosy nub. Hands groping her bottom, his body was reacting to the confession, her response his dick was so hard it hurt. He ground it against her clothed pelvis, eliciting a groan of excitement from her. Vegeta’s breath hitched as he felt her hand slide into his sweatpants and grasp his aching shaft. Her thumb rubbed the head massaging his royal crown as he worshiped at her breast. He sat up and slid his pants down his body. He watched as Bulma scurried to follow suit. Vegeta grabbed her hips and pulled her to him, as he lay back down his face smothered in her dripping pussy. Her body lay over his chest and abdomen, she reached for his cock with her hungry mouth. Her lips surrounded his head as Vegeta began to lap, lick and suck at Bulma’s clit. Mutually the two began to ratify their lover with their mouths, wet suckling noises and muffled moans escaping their mouths. Bulma pulled away, “Please Vegeta, I need you” Her voice quavered. Vegeta let go of her and she rolled to the side. He sat up and Bulma moved to him, straddled his lap and began to guide him into her depths. She pulled herself all the way down until he was buried to the hilt inside of her. His eyes met hers. How did he ever deserve this celestial creature before him? He gripped her hips and pulled her into him for a deep, desperate kiss. He needed her, more than anything he ever needed before. HIs breath was taken away when she began to rise slowly, almost letting him slip out of her then she plunged back down. Slowly, with more control of her body than Vegeta gave her credit for she began to move on top of him. She caressed his cheeks while kissing him, holding him in a loving way no other woman ever had. Vegeta’s fingers dug into the flesh of her hips, careful to not damage her. Her tits rubbed against his skin electrifying each move. He broke their kiss and trailed his face to the crook of her neck. She reached around his back, letting her fingers lazily fall down his back, then scratching back up following her motions as she rode his cock. He felt his orgasm begin to build. His tongue slipped from his mouth and licked at her neck. His teeth slid over her skin, then he bit into her neck gnashing his razor like teeth over her fragile skin. He felt her walls begin to flutter around his cock and was surprised as Bulma repaid him in kind biting into his neck and lapping at his blood. Vegeta lost himself in that moment, spilling into her core, amazed at the deep connection the two shared. She almost instinctually knew what was required of her, he never had to tell her. This woman. His woman now and forever was connected to him. His wife. His everything. Vegeta was all of a sudden exhausted. Too many emotions were swirling over and over in his head. Love, contentment, satisfaction all mixed with nerves and fear. Vegeta suddenly felt slightly sick. What would happen tomorrow? He couldn’t loose. He wouldn’t loose. This woman and his child had to live. They were too good. He was done letting evil take everything from him. He would squash the being named cell and he would do it for her.
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Voyeur
Summary: Bulma has a fantasy. Will Vegeta indulge her?
A submission for the 2018 Fall @tpthvegebulsmutfest, Day 4- Cuckold.
Warning: This story contains explicit sexual content and includes a Vegeta/Raditz scene alongside the Vegebul smut. Feel free to keep scrolling if that’s not your thing.
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Personal Connection- Ch. 7 (Cancer)
Here’s my submission for the seventh prompt for the @tpthvegebulsmutfest . “Personal Connection” is up and running on Ao3 as well. So if you need to recap, please do so. And brace for it, this one is THREE TIMES LONGER than my normal chapter length so it’s basically smut piled on smut piled on smut piled on angst piled on fluff. You were warned! hahaha Also, shoutouts to two of my favorite people @scarletraven1001 and @thats-my-bulma who I have included in here as Bulma’s two other assistants Scarlet and T.M.
The previous chapter was the Saiyan Wedding Night so what could possibly come next... the Saiyan Honeymoon Period! Plus a surprise! Enjoy!
He felt powerful. More powerful than he ever thought possible. More powerful than… than… More powerful than when Kakkarot ascended. It was incredible to feel all of this energy coursing through him like he was the most awesome conduit in the Universe. One flick of his wrist and mountains shattered, raining dust and rock like a beautiful, misty spring day. Another gesture cratered the Earth like he was never capable of before. He had found it. He was sure. He was absolutely sure. He was closer than ever to ascending to the Legendary, to claiming his birthright as the Prince of All Saiyans. He had been right a personal connection had been needed and she was… she was his key.
In truth, Vegeta flicked his wrist and annihilated another part of the desolate desert landscape, in truth he had known she was the only woman in all the Universes for him. He had given himself over to her and she had given herself to him back on Namek. It was a moment of… of… he refused to call it weakness, it was a moment of… personal pleasure; yeah, personal pleasure, a single moment he had taken in all his miserable life of torture and enslavement to Frieza to indulge in something that would make him happy. And that… Vegeta’s keen dark eyes focused in on the Saiyan home… and it’s porch/balcony… and the opened doorway were she stood watching him, her curls bouncing and shifting in the hot desert breeze, her blue ombre gown swirling and shifting around her ankles like pooling water again, and he grinned… Bulma made him happy. Especially when wearing the dress he was forever going to consider her Saiyan Wedding Gown.
He powered up again and relished in feeling the air snap and crackle with electricity that he alone generated in the atmosphere. This was how it was always meant to be. He, the Prince of All Saiyans, testing his strength amid the hot air of a desert like Vegetasei in view of his Princess after a night of mating that had left him so drained that he thought it would nearly kill and, in nearly killing him, granted him more strength in recovery. As usual for Saiyans, what didn’t kill them made them stronger. A chuckle tickled his throat, and that blasted Woman, his Woman always seemed to push him to the edge. Last night, their Wedding Night, it had been with lust and love. Her emotions overwhelmed him just as much as her perfect body. And he couldn’t help but respond the same. Overwhelm her with his affection for her, a side of himself he never showed anyone… not even himself, although he knew it existed inside him because there were times he could feel it threatening to surface… times around her. No matter how much she was a harpy at him, with ever word that was like a cat bearing it’s claws, he knew that if anyone or anything even dared to hurt her, he would slaughter them with absolutely no mercy the same way he would have offed Freiza if he had had the power to at the time.
On Namek, it had been the very sight of her and the way the Namekians seemed to almost bow and scrape to her, practically worshipped her like a patron savior of their peoples. To see her rule, well he’d thought she’d been ruling them when all she’d been doing was acting nicely towards them while on her mission to collect the Namekian Dragon Balls but still, her command over others aroused more than just his attention. And her nearly Saiyan looks… she had caught his attention and kept it more than any other female he had ever encountered in the Universe… All the way through the first time he’d ever had sex, all the way through their first time together. Then back on Earth they had pretended like nothing had happened between them, except for her comment about how he’d better not try to do anything naughty to her. It had shocked him that she would make such an open, vulgar declaration that they both knew privately was a blatant invitation for their first encounter to not be their only one. But when he’d found out about Kakkarot’s survival… and when he’d found out that she already had a sexual partner that she was endeavoring to resurrect, any second chances between them seemed completely over and done with. But when he’d returned to Earth and came face to face with that stupid fool she now called an ex and she’d put that single finger to his chest and the way she’d led him off to shower, he couldn’t take his eyes off her ass. So pert, so round, so all he could focus on and memories of the way he’d gripped each luscious cheek desperately in his bare Saiyan hands as she’d rode him without abandon… he’d dug his fingerprints into her soft, sweaty flesh… His journey had been exhausting and relatively fruitless, but one look at her and the delectable sway of her sinful hips, one earful of her harpy commands and he wanted her again. He wanted a second moment of happiness, of personal pleasure all to himself. He wanted to drag her into that shower with him, remove their clothes with a satisfying and arousing tear, and make them both so filthy that it’d take a nice hot shower hours and hours to cleanse them of their amorous juices. But no. Her pathetic excuse for a mate back then had been far too near and her sense of fidelity is so damn strong that she wouldn’t even consider being with him in that moment; when he was dead, she had been available, but alive, she was not. Vegeta had had to content himself with a simple shower and restrain himself from taking actions on his impure thoughts and memories of her filling his head, both of them. But still, they had argued as soon as he’d left the shower. He’d needed to hear her, hear that shrill harpy exasperation and grin to himself at the pink shirt she had left him. Badman. She truly was vulgar and the most petulant creature he’d ever met and he was absolutely convinced that she was the only woman in the entire cosmos for him.
Then when Frieza came back, came to Earth. She’d followed them out to face the sadistic lizard. The pathetic moron had argued with her, but she was defiant. He’d never forget her words: “We came to see this Frieza. After all, when I was on Namek, I didn’t get to see him once!... Sure I know, which is why we came! If Frieza wanted to, he could ‘BOOM’, blow up the whole world, right? It doesn’t matter where we are. So that’s why I wanted to have a look at him.” Her elegant face was set with a fiery determination with her hands on her shapely hips. It was all so enticing, so rocking him to his core that in that moment he’d sworn that he’d found his Queen and he’d stay with her family for as long as it took for her to become available again. And that hadn’t been too long. It was tumultuous between those two. The moron’s infidelities were numerous and obnoxiously in her face. Vegeta remembered vividly the exact moment he went from loathing her beloved Z Fighter to hating the man with so much fire he desperately wanted to incinerate the lying, cheating bastard! He had only held himself back because of her, his Bulma and the knowledge that if he did incinerate the disgusting excuse for a mate without her finding out about what he was doing behind her back she would never accept Vegeta as her new mate. Her last mate. They had had a screaming match that Vegeta could hear through his training in the Gravity Chamber and that was saying something. In frustration, he’d shut the system down for the night well earlier than he’d like. As he’d stepped out, he both heard and saw them on her balcony fighting. Vegeta stalled right outside the door of the Chamber considering that his room was so close to hers, it would be ridiculously obvious that he was there to hear and see them as he went into his own living quarters. He’d flown to the top of the Chamber and sat down to wait them out… and watched… and listened… Rumors had reached her about his going out with other women… He told her they weren’t true, that they were lies, and asked her why he would ever even look at another woman as long as he had her, the most beautiful woman on the planet… She told him that he’d taken out other women behind her back before, mentioned someone named Becky Some-Stupid-Earth-Name and a concert, to which the weakling told her that it hadn’t been his fault, that Bulma had rejected him. Vegeta had smirked, Why exactly would she not reject such a pathetic excuse for a man? And then she’d said out loud exactly what Vegeta had thought and he’d never been prouder to think of her his future mate.
The fight had escalated from there. Way escalated. Vegeta’d tensed his muscles, ready to fly in and send that fool packing if he dared to even take a single step towards her in anything other than supplication.
But the weakling had told her ‘Go to Hell!’ and stormed back into the main building of Capsule Corp, leaving Bulma to scream at his back until he’d apparently been out of her sight then falling to her knees and crying harder than Vegeta’d ever seen her do. Vegeta’s knuckles cracked at the memory of seeing her like that as he’d cracked them in his tight fists then. How dare he! How dare Yamcha hurt her like that! Every fiber of Vegeta’s body vibrated with her every wail. He rose into the air and that’s when he saw him… Yamcha striding out of her house… and straight to a waiting car… with another woman in it, the blonde friend from the nightclub she’d gone to when he’d picked her up for a night of passion and claim her as his, not the one with the smartass mouth but one of the others that had been shocked that Bulma’d known all along that they’d been sharing Yamcha’s bed or at least he’d been sharing theirs from time to time. He’d frozen in the air at the sight of Yamcha slipping into the passenger’s seat and leaning over to greet the woman with some charming words that she giggled at and a kiss… the sort of kiss that meant skipping whatever other plans they’d had that night and going straight to being the cheating bastard Vegeta had come to understand that subpar fighter had become. It took everything, everything Vegeta had in him to not blast the car off the face of the planet. As the car had pulled away, Vegeta’s eyes had sought out her humbled, wailing figure. And it took everything in him again to not race over to her and tell her, tell her what he’d just witnessed… she’d never believe him, no matter how much personal experience she had with the truth, she’d never believe that the man she thought she was in love with would betray her so blatantly right on her front doorstep… So he’d flown back to his room as quietly as possible and hated himself every moment. A lie by omission was still a lie and he just lied to her, to Bulma by not telling her what he’d seen. Vegeta had stayed in his room all evening. The Mother, concerned, had brought food up to his room, but… he’d… he didn’t eat any of it. He had no stomach for food after he’d lied to the Woman he was hoping to make his Queen one day. He’d avoided her for the next month solid. Day or night, it didn’t matter. He couldn’t bare to face her… not after his own… he’d betrayed her; maybe not by her standards, but by his. And so he waited… he watched the cheater make false amends and her take him back yet again… then more cheating, more fighting, more crying… more amends, more taking him back… more, More, MORE! Then she’d finally caught him redhanded, well Yamcha hadn’t had red hands so much as that red head friend of her hers, the smart mouth, underneath him. Bulma had returned to her room, to her private lab in her room, her little sanctuary… and cried again. This time, no, this time he wouldn’t avoid her, wouldn’t hide from her, wouldn’t lie to her. She’d walked in on the truth, all he needed to do was be there for her unlike him. Friends, somewhere along the way they had become more than just one time lovers, they had become friends and he hoped something even more than that. And it was that “friendship” and that hope that led him out of his room and straight to hers that night.
Outside the door he sensed her laughably weak ki fluctuating with distress. It had taken ages of his fists clenched and trembling down by his side before he’d gotten enough restraint not to fly out to wherever he sensed that bastard’s ki signature and kill him, kill him and his slut for betraying the weeping Woman.
She had been so kind to him. No one had ever been kind to him. The disastrous exploding of the Gravity Chamber months ago had been embarrassing. His Pride balked at his frustrations at not attaining the Legendary getting the best of him so easily so soon and resulted in him sending a retaliatory blast against his own richocheting blast back then. Something very stupid and very reckless to do in the confined space of the Chamber. The blast had ruined everything. Set him back weeks as his stupid body needed time to heal from the damage he had wrought to himself! Luckily the Chamber had been rebuilt and repaired by the Father’s robots working day and night while he had been unconscious in a medical bed… and woke up to her, sleeping, but maintaining vigil at his bedside regardless. At first that had absolutely mystified him, but he had since come to realize that that was simply her. And suddenly Namek didn’t seem quite so far off again. She considered him a friend, no matter their onetime fling, and that was what she did for friends. He had to reciprocate her kindness to him while he was injured and… and… He was absolutely stunned when he’d opened the door to her room and saw her, dressed exactly as she had been on Namek, and struggling to control tears in what was apparently a small work area in her trash pit of a dirty room. He’d never been so caught off guard before. He fought to control his breathing and struggled even harder to regulate his racing heart. So he disassociated as best he could and focused on something else, anything else… He found he didn’t like hearing her cry. Not from a distance and not up close. Her antagonistic Harpy wailing he could handle, thrilled him, aroused him, but to hear that Harpy voice being tamed by strangled sobs. No, that was not okay with him. And so he had entered her room and walked over to her work area.
The swirling of her Wedding Gown practically boiled around her ankles as he continued to build energy and his ki shield whipping up the wind. He fed off the memories. At his mere presence in her bedroom, she had stiffened up at her desk and tried desperately to wipe away the trails of salt water staining her flushed cheeks and sniffing back any other evidence of her distress. “What do you break now, Vegeta,” she’d spat the words with venom. “Nothing,” Vegeta had admitted, “I haven’t damaged anything. This has nothing to do with the Gravity Chamber.” “Then what do you need for your training now,” she’d sounded so exhausted and so desperate to wallow in her own loneliness. “There are no other requirements to further my training, Woman,” he’d answered.
WHIZZ… Suddenly Vegeta let loose a glowing orb of ki energy. Then sped away to outrace it.
“Then why are you here,” she’d asked. “I… I… I couldn’t think for a moment over your pathetic caterwauling, Woman,” he’d come up with instead of just flat out admitting to her that he sensed her distress and came to help her. That had reopened the floodgates and she broke down again. Sobbing. And she told him the whole story, told him how she had gone to surprise visit her boyfriend (and ‘boy’ was an accurate way to describe him) at his own domicile. How she had walked in on him bedding another woman in the middle of said bedding. And how she’d run from his bedroom… and he had not chased after her. Her entire journey back to Capsule Corp had been spent without so much as a call or message from him on her phone. Apparently he had chosen to finish bedding his mistress while she had returned here to cry over being tossed away by that weakling.
Vegeta caught up with his own blast, outpaced it then turned and smacked it back towards the Earth with the same rage he wished he could do to Yamcha’s head, both the one on his neck and the other I his pants. WHIZZ… He outpaced it again and kicked it back up into the sky, all the better to torture that lying, cheating, disgusting SON OF A BITCH!!! WHIZZ… He sent it back to the ground; Vegeta couldn’t believe it, he still couldn’t believe it. That boy had thrown over this woman for someone, anyone else?! How the Hell was that possible?! Vegeta took out every bit of anger on his own ki ball.
It had been her crying, her crying that had broken through his inability to process that back then, and grated on his quickly fraying nerves. He was losing control on his anger… so he’d reached over to her mess of a desk and picked up a random piece of technological whatever. He’d began fumbling with it. His scheme, yet another attempt to maintain control over his emotions around her with disassociation, worked and her attention was immediately drawn to the item in his hands. She was always so protective of her work no matter how miniscule. The small object had been already fairly damaged with parts of it dangling awkwardly from scorched wires and burnt and twisted metal containment, apparently whatever it was supposed to do had backfired spectacularly literally and it had exploded, but it had been clear by her silence and intense focus on how he was handling it that she did not want the little item damaged any further.
WHIZZ… WHIZZ… WHIZZ… Vegeta flew this way and that as fast as his energy would allow him and faster still. Pushing himself. Forever pushing himself.
He’d nudged a particular dangling piece just a little too harshly and caused it to loosen further. Immediately she’d snapped the thing out of his hands, “Stop messing with that!” She’d barked at him, cradling the thing protectively to her chest like a mother with an infant. He remembered a smile pulling at the corner of his mouth at the sound of her voice no longer tamed, but he quickly put back on his mask of seriousness when he gave her a piece of friendly advice, “You’d better keep that protected.” “I am,” she’d barked, but that wasn’t his point, wasn’t what he’d meant. He’d shook his head and he’d taken advantage of how she’d been facing him. Vegeta’d reached out a gloved finger and put it’s tip directly over her heart. “I mean this. You’d better keep this protected.”
WHIZZ… WHIZZ… WHIZZWHIZZWHIZZ… His heart raced. Rushing blood roared in his ears. He’s trapped the blasted orb between three positions. Just like those three drones had trapped one of his ki balls between them when his recklessness had gotten the better of him back in the Gravity Chamber. No, this wasn’t going to happen twice. Not again. Not in front of her. Not so blatantly in front of her!! Back then he had been a fool. A weakling that had lost his touch at self control. Not now. No, he was a master of self control and he was going to prove it. His eyes steadied… His body tensed… A smirk drifted across his lips, All good things comes to those who wait…
Her eyes had softened at him and those plump lips sorted themselves out into a solemn line, she’d nodded at him and promised that she would. She would be better at protecting her heart.
WHIZZWHIZZWHIZZWHIZZ…
Then her hand had come away from her broken trinket…
WHIZZWHIZZWHIZZWHIZZ…
And touched his cheek so softly, so excurcaitingly softly…
WHIZZWHIZZWHIZZWHIZZ… A muscle in Vegeta’s cheek twitched…
Her palm against his cheek had been so sincere, so delicate, so genuine…
WHIZZWHIZZWHIZZWHIZZ…
He remembered looking into her eyes. Those sincere, those delicate, those genuine…
WHIZZWHIZZWHIZZWHIZZ…
Then he’d looked down at those entrancing lips…
WHIZZWHIZZWHIZZWHIZZWHIZZZIP…
He’d kissed her!
Vegeta caught the orb in midair! Floating… focusing his ki to counteract the damage and begin to take control of the glowing energy sphere’s power. Bend it to his will. Force it to allow him to send it right back to his opponent while adding his own energy to it… A unique and powerful form of practical and psychological combat. He allowed the process to force him lower and lower to the ground…
Her lips, her mouth, tasted sweeter than anything he’d could have ever imagined, than he had been imagining them to taste like. Namek had been so long ago and he knew that the mind always played cruel tricks by making one think that something was way better than it had actually been. But this was no trick. She was even better than he’d remembered. When he’d pulled away from the liplock, she’d been staring at him. Shocked. He’d looked away, embarrassment reddening his cheeks. He’d thought that she’d been rejecting him. Until he’d noticed her eyes soften again and her gaze lower to his own lips. He’d turned his face back to hers as she’d put her broken piece of tech back on the desktop, her eyes still so focused on his lips. Her own lips parted ever so slightly. Then her hands came up to his cheeks again. His breath caught in his chest when her warm, soft palms made contact with his skin. He’d felt her bring his face towards hers as she leaned into him.
…Vegeta’s toe tips were barely grazing the desert floor… he grit his teeth harder… harder… harder…
Her kiss had been intense. Full of heat. Passion. Everything her voice had had in it when she’d yell at him. He’d wrapped a hand around to the back of her head. Laced his fingers into the soft, teal hair there. Her fingers had trailed down to his neck. Pulled him further down to her. His free hand reached back to her butt. He lifted her just a hint.
…Vegeta’s feet landed on the rocky desert ground. But he still held onto the blast… Increasing it’s energy… Turning it… Turning…
She’d obliged him by lifting one of her legs to wrap around his waist as best she could. He’d lifted her the rest of the way up. Her legs wrapped tightly around his waist. Her hands gripped the top of his shoulders tightly. They’d held on to their kiss. Increased it’s heat. Increased it’s intensity…
…The orb grew in size… The power of it starting to push him back…
His cock had hardened at the press of her body against his. He’d stepped forward. Pushed them back to her desk. Lowered her butt to it’s surface. His hand smacked away the tech on it. Leaned her back on it. Her legs tightened around him. His cock had responded in kind. Their kiss grew in intensity. Hot…
…His breath came out his nose in loud huffs… the orb kept growing…
Suddenly she’d started struggling against him the more he leaned her back onto her desk. The more she thrashed, the more irritated he got. Finally he’d broken their kiss. “What the Hell is it, Woman,” he’d snapped. “Clothes, Vegeta,” she’d panted in his face, “Clothes off now!” “Oh.” He’d backed up to give her enough room to move. Kicked some of the random crap she’d thrown all over her room out from under his booted feet. His armor was lifted over his head. Thrown it Gods knew where. Her vest had followed. Her top followed. His top followed. She’d suddenly sat up on the desk and yanked down his pants. Revealing he hadn’t been wearing underwear. His erection sprung free. He tore her leggings off. Revealing she hadn’t been wearing any underwear either. Freeing her intoxicating wet scent to the air. They went back to kissing. Fiercely. Hungrily. He kicked his boots off. Her shoes came off. Her back hit the top of her desk…
…The orb’s power turned! Vegeta flung it with a roar at a distant trio of mountain peaks. They shattered instantly! Their shards incinerated within seconds!
Vegeta fell to his knees. Panting. Sweat dripping off him, plopping onto the reddish brown dirt beneath him. He was exhausted. But he’d done it! With a little more practice, this would be truly a far more effective means of countering an opponent’s attack than simply slapping the incoming blast away. He could catch it and use their own blasts against them, their own power against them. Slowly, he got to his knees with a grin. He looked up…and his smile disappeared, Where the Hell is she?! He looked around, there was no sign of her. During his battle with his own ki ball, she’d actually walked BACK INTO THE FUCKING HOUSE!!! Gods DAMN that Woman!
A snarl fixed to his face, Vegeta stomped right for the porch of the home she’d made him. Where the Hell was she?! Where the Hell did that Woman go in that damn house?! He stopped at the threshold and surveyed the interior. The bedroom was still the same as this morning. Rumpled sheets from…breakfast. He couldn’t help it, a slight smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. He’d woken up first. His eyes opening in the sunlight and catching sight of the Saiyan architecture, the white wooden nightstand table simply carved, the drapes covering the windows, everything out of dream… and yet not. It took a moment for his mind to adjust. To recall that Frieza had not been some truly demented nightmare. To recall that all of this had been destroyed. To recall that everything his eyes were seeing had been painstakingly reconstructed from secondhand accounts by intergalactic traders by the woman he loves… she’d sighed in her contented sleep and his head bobbed on the gentle cresting wave of her inhale and exhale. His eyes refocused on the pale skin far closer in his view. It looked as soft as it felt. She shifted slightly then and he noticed that her arms were wrapped around his shoulders and the back of his neck… and one luscious breast was under his head and it’s equally luscious twin was right… at… his… lips. Vegeta had grinned then pressed his lips gently against the fluffy flesh before them and kissed. She didn’t move. He kissed again. Still she slept. He shifted, his eyes widened. He couldn’t believe he hadn’t noticed earlier. He was still inside her. He had fallen asleep inside of her. He shifted even more. Slipping his arms out from under warm little body. She stirred with a hum of slightly disturbed rest but slipped easily back into her deep sleep. He lifted himself up over her on his forearms on either side of her. She shifted as her arms slipped off his body onto the cool royal sheets beneath her, but she settled back into sleep. He smiled down at her. Devilishly. Smirking. Darkly.
Her curls were disheveled to the point of nearly losing their voluptuous curl, instead being wavy and nearly straight against the full pillow against her head. She looked so… so… so unafraid. So… at peace. With him. She… for a moment all the darkness, all the devilishness went away and he was just a man staring lovingly down at his new wife. He leaned down and kissed her soft lips. As if on instinct, her lips puckered back, kissing him back. She sighed into him. Their kiss ended and he purred against her lips, “Good morning… Wife.” But she didn’t respond. He waited, but she didn’t respond. Rather than being mad or shocked, he grinned against her lips then moved his along to the side of her mouth, he kissed. “Tired, are you?” He asked her soft, pale skin. His lips moved on to her jaw. He sucked her flesh between his puckered lips for a moment. “I’m not.” He nuzzled along her jawline. The tip of his nose angling her chin up slightly enough for his lips to get at the base of her jaw. He breathed her in… and parted his lips, releasing his breath against her neck. He could feel her skin prickle and respond to his stimulus. Oh, he’d thought, I have plenty more stimulus were that comes from. “It’s morning, Bulma,” he breathed. “Mmm?” She hummed, slowly coming out of her slumber. He kissed the side of her neck… then kissed again… and again… and again… devouring her defenseless, tiny, little throat. She stirred, her body curling into his lips, wanting more. He pulled away, trying to lure her the rest of the way out of sleep to join him in the morning after bliss of their Wedding Night. But she didn’t rise to his bait. It thrilled him. Her stubbornness was absolutely intoxicating. “I’m hungry, Wife,” the devilish, dark smirk returned as he looked down at her, “I’m hungry for breakfast,” his eyes cast down to what had been his pillows for the night, her exquisite, perky breasts; he felt his cock harden inside of her, “I’m hungry… for strawberries,” he growled.
His mouth parted and the tip of his tongue licked at one breast. Teasing her nipple to come out and play with him. She stirred and he felt her womanhood clamp around his stiff member. He licked again… and again… each time drawing out her pert strawberry more… and more… He swirled his tongue around and around the sensitive nib as he tested his hips with a slight movement. She moaned. He flicked the tip of his tongue over her nipple, it was stiff, as stiff as he was; his hips still testing. Swiftly his mouth descended on her nipple. He sucked and licked and kissed until she was writhing underneath him, fully awake. He began thrusting. She gasped above his head, he felt her grip the sheets beside her pillow. That wasn’t going to do for him. He loved the thrill of her fingers tangled in his coarse hair. The feel of her finely manicured fingernails sharpening themselves like claws along his scalp. Oh fuck, it drove him wild. As he feasted on her left strawberry, his hands reached up and gripped her wrists. He pried her hands away from their death grip on the Saiyan bedding and he moved her hands to the back of his head. Instantly her nails dug in where her fingers wove. His hips bucked relentlessly. Her back arched, serving his strawberry breakfast up to him on a porcelain platter. “Oh fuck,” she finally gasped.
As his hips and cock worked her slick pussy, his hands gripped the sheets while he fed. Her legs rewrapped around his waist. Her cool heels bouncing against his bare ass. He loved that too! She was literally spurring him on! He groaned as he felt the first tightening of his balls. He thrusted faster. Harder. “Yes! Oh fuck yes!!” She screamed. Eyes squeezed tight. Nails digging in further. His scalp burned. He bucked harshly. “VEGETA!” She shrieked. Her nails scratching his scalp. Oh fuck, his balls were so fucking clenched. Quickly he switched to her other breast. His other uneaten strawberry, leaving his saliva to glisten on the freshly eaten strawberry. He didn’t waste time trying to awaken the nib from it’s well rounded bowl of delicate cream. His mouth dove down onto the surface of the cream, sucking it into his mouth and licking and sucking her juicy strawberry from it’s depths.
Her thighs squeezed against the thinnest part of his V-shaped torso. He drove deeper into her. Burying himself to the hilt over and over and over. “Uh, uh, uh, uh,” she cried with every thrust. She was wet. So fucking wet. Every movement sent a whiff of her up to his nostrils. Every movement sent her heels bouncing off his taut ass. More. More. He pounded into her harder. Harder. Harder. Faster. Faster. Faster. She took him. She took everything he could give her. She screamed and writhed for more. “VEGETA! VEGETA! VEGETA!” She screamed his name with every pounding.
Oh fuck, they were so close. He inhaled her the stiff sensitive nib in his mouth. His tongue flicked over it. Around it. Rubbing his tastebuds over it. Her hips bucked. He pounded. Licked. Pounded. Licked. Her walls clenched around his cock. He slipped along them. Pounded. Licked. Pounded. Licked. “VEGETA!! VEGETA!! VEGETA!! OH KAMI!! KAMI!! KAMI!! KAMI!! VEGETA!!!!!!!”
Her screamed ripped across the walls as she came. Her walls a jackhammer on his hard cock, milking him to orgasm. He abandoned his finished strawberry and buried his gritted teeth against her cream, “BULMA!!!!!!!” He felt his cock jolt over and over as it let loose streams and streams of his hot cum into her wanting, hammering pussy. His hips kept working with hers as their movements fed their orgasms. Slowing as they came down off their high. He panted against her breast, she panted beneath him. Finally her legs fell off him. Her hands fell off him. “Oh fuck, good morning,” she giggled breathlessly. He chuckled then leaned up and kissed her, they laughed into each other’s mouths.
Vegeta chuckled to himself now, smirking at the messed up sheets. Even from here he could see the holes of her nails and his in the Royal blue sheets. The smell of their lovemaking still hung heavy in the air. His hand went to his bulge. He was hungry again, the memories of the morning so vivid he could still taste it in the air. He heard sounds coming from his left, from the other side of the living area she had created. He headed for the door they were coming from… kicking off his boots as he crossed the large room…
* * *
“Where is it, where is it, where is it?!” She whispered like a maniac to herself. She had her mother cook up every single thing Vegeta liked for breakfast (she could skip that capsule, she grinned to herself), for lunch, and dinner which was currently the problem. Her ditz of a mother had put the Saiyan sized meals in capsules with the exact same labels!!! Kami damn it! How exactly was she supposed to know which one to pop? “Crap, crap, crap. I want this to be perfect for him. This has to be perfect for him!” She fretted over the opened box of capsules, wringing her hands as she stared down at them, her eyes darting from one to the other.
As soon as she was sure he was close to finishing with his training for lunch, she had rushed in here and began frantically setting the long, large table. She had been meticulous. Absolutely meticulous about setting the gold plate, gold flatware, gold goblet of his favorite wine exactly where the traders said they were placed for the King’s dining. All that was left was for her to get the damn food on the damn table!
“Come on, come on, he’ll be in here any moment!” She squeaked to herself. He had to be just about don—
She snapped ramrod straight. The heat of him made her back start sweating immediately. Shit, she hadn’t gotten his food ready ye—
Words fled her brain as soon as he nuzzled the back of her ear. The press of his body against hers made her skin tingle in the most exquisite ways she could have ever imagined. Was this what life was going to be like with him? Her body constantly teetering on the edge of bliss until thrusted over the edge and she lost her mind in screams of his name or lost her body and mind in the intensity of his lovemaking. Oh Kami, please let it be yes to both, she gasped as she felt the press of a certain restrained part of his body trying to part the cheeks of her butt through the soft sheer fabric of her Wedding Gown. Her legs trembled, Holy crap, she was aching between her legs. She bit her lip, Kami, she was aching. “Feed me… Bullllllmaaaaa,” he groaned.
Holy Fuck.
She watched as one of his hands came into view and covered the container of capsules. Bulma watched as he dragged the container down the white stone counter of the bar side of the kitchen island. It fell off the countertop and fell onto the floor with a clatter.
The silence was thick with heat. She could tell he was staring at the back of her head. Waiting, watching her reaction. Hunting her without moving a single muscle. His breathing was steadied but she could hear the heaviness in it. He was straining to control himself. Her breathing shallowed at the realization. Oh Kami, her mind squeaked. A shiver rippled through her body, he couldn’t help but see it. With as close as he was, how could he miss it?
Her eyes were still riveted to the polished, white stone countertop as she watched the shadows of his hands raise up behind her. Within seconds she felt pulling at the jewels around her neck. Suddenly she felt them lift off her skin. Vegeta gently pulled the jeweled petal ‘pauldrons’ from her stilled body… folded it nicely, taking care to keep the jewels undamaged before setting it down softly on the seat of a stool next to her. She tilted her head to stare at it. It was so odd seeing him be so… so… she really wasn’t sure how to describe it… reverent? Yeah, reverent with what was basically what she considered a Saiyan noblewoman’s necklace. Suddenly she felt hot fingertips brush along her cool skin as his fingers fumbled with the ties of her gown atop her shoulders. Her breathing caught in her chest, she held it. Hot as his touch was, a combination of the desert sun, his naturally freakishly high body heat, and the intensity of the moment, each movement was like a caress of both her and the air. Then his fingers settled on a single lace of each shoulder. And pulled. Slowly. Her flesh tingled. Each slip of the chiffon strips sending tendrils of white hot electricity throughout her body. She gasped. Her body trembled like she was out naked in the cold. She couldn’t get her body to stop shaking.
She stared at the way his shade’s arms moved further and further away from her own. His fingers taking the delicate sheer chiffon laces with them, but never going faster than the fabric was comfortable with. It was strangely… seductive. Overwhelmingly erotic. Her knees were shaking, she clamped them together. Not for the first time she was in the presence of a side of him that she knew for a fact was all her own. He fought others, he seduced her.
The ties came completely undone. The free laces fell forward, not exposing her chest but coming dangerously close to it all on their own. Then… his fingers let go of the royal blue strands he held. And her dress slipped silently down her body and fell without a whisper onto the floor.
He really hadn’t missed a thing. Even before he’d opened the door, he’d heard her freaking out about capsules her Mother had apparently mislabeled. If he hadn’t been desiring her before, he certainly was after he stepped through the open doorway and heard her say ‘I want this to be perfect for him. This has to be perfect for him!’ He removed the navy blue, semi-swoop necked tank he’d been training in. Felt the tight fabric stretching and peeling over and away from his skin. Not snagging on the smooth pale welts of every scar, but catching and caressing every bulge and etch of sinewy muscle. Finally clear of his head, Vegeta cast his top on the floor beside his feet. Then he took a step back… and saw her shudder uncontrollably; not the shudder of her anticipating his touch, but out of chill.
Vegeta hooked his thumbs under his waistband and began peeling his tight navy blue pants off. He kept his dark eyes zeroed in on every soft line of her pale pink body. It was amazing. Time stood still for her. She was just like on Namek. The most delicate body he’d ever seen. All soft lines, no scars, not a single blemish. He hissed as erection strained against his descending waistband and finally sprung free, it waved and bounced in the air. Vegeta groaned at the movements and slipped his feet from his pant legs. He discarded the fabric as well on his other side. He stared at the back of her head.
“I, I, I, I…” She kept trying to form words through the trembling of her body.
He stepped closer than before and pressed his chest against her back. She exhaled into him. Leaning her head back against his shoulder. Relief filled her at the feel of his heat once more warming her body in more ways than one. His fingertips touched her outer thighs as he buried his nose in her voluminous teal curls.
“What,” he breathed across her skin.
“I, I, I,” she breathed, still shivering; he wrapped his arms around her, giving her more of his warmth, “I had my Mom make all your favorites… and I, she, we… encapsulated them.”
“Why,” he sighed into her ear.
“It, it had to be…”
“Why did you have her make all that when…,” he pressed his erection against her perfect ass, “when you’re all I’ll ever need?”
She melted into him with a gasp that she felt traverse her entire body… he reacted to it, holding her tighter, keeping her upright even as her knees buckled, and bowing his head into her exposed neck. He inhaled deeply, breathing her in like she was oxygen from a mask. Giving him life. She writhed in his arms, rubbing her body against his, feeling his hands prowl her body. His hands moved down to her hips… moved to the back of her hips… and gave her the slightest nudge forward. Bulma obeyed. She leaned forward, her palms landing softly on the cold polished stone. She trembled, it was freezing compared to the heat she’d just embraced and had embraced her. She was panting. It’s so damn hard to breathe. Shit.
Suddenly she felt a gentle pressure and tingling suction at the base of her spine as his hands grasped her hips. Oh fuck, he was kissing the base of her spine at the very bottom of the small of her back. Her whole body tingled. Every nerve ending on fire. She shook at the devastating sensations. Fingers mashing onto the cold surface of the countertop.
Then she felt something press against the base of her spine… slowly drag up her electrified flesh… then the gentle pressure and tingling suction again… the soft press again… and a puff of heat from his nostrils as the tip of his nose slide up her spine again… then another heated, simple kiss to her spine… Bulma squeezed her knees together with a whimper. Biting her lip. Nails digging into stone like claws. The tip of his nose glided up another couple of vertebrae sending ripples straight to her already wet core. His own hands were trembling against her skin. He could smell her. He could smell her and it was rocking him to his core as deeply as feeling him scent her up her spine was to her.
“Kami,” she gasped as he placed another supple kiss.
“Don’t,” she felt him rasp against her spine. His desperation rattling through her bones.
“Oh fuck,” she squeaked as the tip of his nose snaked up her spine between her shoulder blades. Her head fell forward. Her hips rocking gently involuntarily. Kami, she couldn’t control the way—he rushed her body with a hungry growl as he mouthed the side of her neck.
“Vegeta! Uhnnng, Vegeta!”
Her body gave a little. Her hips curving back against his crotch. Instantly he slipped his hand between her legs and pulled them apart. She resisted a little, thighs quaking… until she felt the zing of the tips of his canines against her flesh. She gasped. He nudged her legs again and she slipped one weak leg aside. Quickly Vegeta took his hard cock in his hand, it felt burning hot. He bit his lower lip, breathing seething through his nostrils, as he rubbed the already wept precum over his sensitive tip… and put his readied tip to her slick entrance.
“Fuuuck,” he groaned painfully. Squeezing his eyes shut. She was slick, so fucking slick.
He felt her body trembling more than ever before. She was struggling to breathe, her body vibrating on a different level with want and desire and need. Gods, she needed him.
“Don’t hold back,” he whispered by her ear suddenly. “No one can hear you here. Except me. For Gods’ sake, Woman, don’t hold back. Anything.”
For a moment she didn’t know what he was talking about until he leaned down, grabbed the back of her knee, and hiked her bent leg up onto the countertop.
“I won’t,” he gasped. He sounded like he was on the edge of an inferno.
He didn’t even have to guide himself in. With a single thrust, he was inside her. Filled her. Instantly her body was on fire! Her back arched dramatically as the all-consuming gasp left her gaping mouth.
His body surged against hers. Each thrust was deep, penetrating, and made her toes curl to the point of their own white knuckles. Her nails tried to dig deeper and deeper into the smooth, polished stone surface beneath their tips. But to no avail. It was impenetrable… But Vegeta was proving very thoroughly that she was not!
He grunted next to her ear as her upper body braced back against his chest for shelter. Her head leaned back on his shoulder as gasp after rattling gasp left her lungs. Her mouth perpetually hanging open at the sheer feel of him. It was amazing! Would never cease to amaze her! It was like he was built just for her. Just to complete her. To drive the most incredible pleasure through her body like an endurance trial for the soul. She tried to speak, but only succeeded in bobbing her jaw a little. Her mind screamed his name! Vegeta! Vegeta! Vegetaaaa! She gasped for air with a strangled sob. He responded. He pushed his chest forward and practically flung her upper body onto the cold, hard surface of the countertop. It was all she needed.
She gripped the far edge of the countertop for dear life! “Oh FUCK YESSSS!!!!! Oh Kami! Oh Kami, Vegeta, fuck me!! Fuck me so good!!!”
He gritted teeth and pounded into her like a man possessed by his own lust, “I’ll fuck you, Woman!” His words seethed through his relentless thrusts. “I’ll fuck you so Gods fucking good!!” A roar strangled off in his throat.
“Yesss! Yesss! Uhnng! Ah! Ah! Ah! More! More! Oh fucking Kami, MORE!”
He obliged. The sound of his body pounding into hers with tireless ‘THUD’s of lust reached his ears. She squealed! Screamed and writhed sharply underneath him! Her feet momentarily leaving the floor in her sudden instance of thrashing!
A vicious growl howled from her mouth as she ground her teeth together.
“DON’T!” He snarled beside her ear. “I told you! Don’t hold back! Don’t fucking hold back! Do what you wanted to do in that conference room! Say it! UHHHNNNGG, FUCKING GODS, SAY ALL OF IT!!!!” He was nearly losing control!
Her jaw let loose!
“VEGETA!!!! You’re everything! You’re a Prince! You’re a King! You’re a mother fucking GOD!!!! Yesss!!!! Yesss !!!! Yesss!!!! Yesss!!!!” She was losing her mind. She could feel it! His cock, He, was fucking her raw right here on their kitchen countertop and the sounds of it were echoing off the walls! She loved it! Loved every minute of hearing the sounds of his hot, sweaty skin slapping against hers! Loved how his balls spanked her pink! How they were spanking her red by now! More, she wanted more. She wanted him to break stone.
She thrashed. Thrashed like her body couldn’t get enough of his. Thrashed like they weren’t quite in the right position. Thrashed like she was trying to help him get the best out of her.
Suddenly he grabbed the far edges of the counter with her and rammed!
She saw white! A scream of pain shattered the pleasure for a moment! He eased up…
“I’m sorry,” he gasped as he continued thrusting, gently, “I’m so—”
“Don’t,” she squeezed her eyes shut and braced herself for what was to come, “Don’t. Hold. Back. I won’t.”
He buried his face against the lovebite he’d left on her hours ago as he rammed into her again. Not as hard as before but still fiercer than now.
Her forehead sought polished stone for comfort.
“Is this it? Is this what you wanted to do to me in that conference room? What you wanted them to hear?”
“No,” he growled against the back of her neck, He stared at teal curls. “I wanted them to hear you. I wanted to climb on that table, mount you, and let you scream down the building how you’re mine! Do you hear me?! You’re mine!!!”
With that, he pushed her up on the counter fully. Climbed up after her. Gripped the far edge of the counter with white knuckles and thrusted into her again. She gripped his wrists. “I’M YOURS!!!!” She shrieked.
“Mine!”
“YOURS!”
“Mine!”
“I’M VEGETA’S WIFE!”
“Mine!”
“VEGETA’S! VEGETA’S! AH!! AH!! AH!!”
His grip bore down on the fragile white stone in his grasp. As fragile and pale as the voluptuous body at the mercy of his. He squeezed his eyes shut. Fuck, he hadn’t even noticed how tight his balls had gotten! How close he was—
“FUCK!!! MINE!!! MINE!!! MINE!!!”
Her pussy had a death grip on his cock. So close. So fucking—
“OH FUCK!! OH FUCK!! OH FUCK!! MINE!!!!!” The stone shattered in his hands as he felt the release! His hips worked and worked! “VEGETAAAA!!!!!!” She screamed as her walls pulsed and throbbed around his draining cock.
Within seconds, it was done. Their orgasms were done. And it somehow felt like… like… He leaned over her, supported by his arms, panting. Dripping sweat down on her panting form. It somehow felt like it wasn’t enough. He still had more to give her… but she looked so frail panting on top of the stone. Eyes shut, body recovering from climax. Perhaps they were done for the day.
Slowly Vegeta eased himself out of her, to which her breathing hitched until he was fully out of her, then eased back off the countertop. He took a moment with his feet on the floor; to catch his breath and for her to catch hers. Then he placed his hands on her hips and began to slide her body carefully off the countertop. He moved slowly, heeding the cues of the ever so slight movements of her muscles to guide his pace. Her legs fell to the floor, dangling… her toes touched the floor… the balls of her feet… then her feet were fully on the floor. He waited for her to catch her brea—
She shot away from him. He didn’t even have time to process it as she ran out the doorway. It wasn’t until the sounds of her laughter form the living area reached his ears that he understood. He grinned. The minx! The fucking brilliant minx! She tricked him! Played frail. Played overwhelmed by the intensity of his thrusts! But she was ready. Just as ready as he was. Just as left wanting more and wanting it right now. With a throaty chuckle, the hunter pursued his prey.
* * *
As soon as he entered the seating area, he caught the flash of pale skin and teal hair slipping through the far doorway. His grin deepened. The bedroom doorway. Another enticing laugh reached his ears. He chased.
* * *
The Prince of All Saiyans burst into his bed chambers and found her already hurriedly crawling onto their massive round bed crowned with upper part of the Saiyan Royal emblem in bright red. A giddy squeal left her chest as she rushed to get onto the rather high bed.
Vegeta’s grin turned dark, feral, completely lusting. He slowly began stalking around. Keeping his distance from her to allow her to get into whatever position she chose. This was her game. He was playing along. But that didn’t mean that he couldn’t have his own fun within it. Finally he was standing a distance directly behind her when she was fully on top of the bed. On all fours. Suddenly she looked over her shoulder at him. Her eyes were all bright and sparkling with playfulness… and something more. Her sapphire depths pinned him to the spot.
As he watched, she slowly tilted her head down. Keeping her eyes locked with his. When her head was fully bent over, exposing her red and swollen lovebite to him, his cock twitched, bobbing in the air, she swayed her perfect ass at him. Her pink folds calling his attention. He licked his lips at how wet she was showing him she was again. Vegeta’s eyes refocused on hers. She bit her lower lip. A low throaty growl rumbled through his chest and his cock bobbed in the air again.
“Fucking Gods, Woman,” he husked at her.
“Feed me,” she purred, “Feed me like a Saiyan.”
Something deep inside him clenched. His whole body burned. He gripped his manhood as he eyed his Woman. “Oh, I’ll feed you alright, Woman. I’ll satiate every appetite you will ever have.”
He took a step towards her. He had to grip himself harder when he saw her perfect, delicate hands grip the blue sheets. She gripped tighter and tighter with every step and so did he. Her eyes simmered. His burned.
“You promise,” she breathed.
“Always,” he growled. Stepping up onto the dais the bed sat on.
She tried to crawl away from him, but he was on the bed with his hot lips pressed against the small of her back in seconds. He grabbed her hips and yanked her back to him. Her soft pink meeting his stiff rod. Bulma gasped. He kissed slowly up her spine. Languidly, relishing the taste of her. She moaned with each feel of his lips and tongue. Each moan making him harder and harder inside her; he felt her pussy grip him tighter and tighter, her body betraying how intensely she was feeling his touch. He kissed and kissed and she writhed in his grasp. Finally the tip of his tongue found the tingling space between her shoulder blades. She shuddered violently, nearly collapsing. He smirked as his lips puckered on her skin, gently sucking; her hot core had a death grip on his throbbing cock… Then he was face to face with the tender wound he’d given her mere hours ago. His tongue snaked out and lapped at the tender, healing flesh like a cat lazily lapping at a saucer of milk.
“Kami,” she breathed.
Vegeta smirked… and lapped again.
“Uhhnng Kami,” she gasped.
He could tell her eyes were squeezed shut by the way her white-knuckled hands were shaking in the taut confines of the balls of the bed linens she clutched. Her scent reached his nose; potent, sweet, musky, and in every way her own. He closed his eyes and buried his face in her wound. He could feel her wince as he inhaled his favorite scent in the universe. She was soaked. He reached between her legs as he inhaled deeply again. He slipped his fingers along her hot lips.
“Oh Fuck!” The top half of her body collapsed onto the Royal ‘Saiyan’ bed linens.
His body followed hers. Vegeta opened his mouth just enough to exhale. His hot breath blowing across her already sensitive marking. Her hips bucked and she wailed into the sheets. That was his cue. His mouth covered her lovebite as he thrusted hard into her.
“VEGETA!!” She screamed.
His mouth ravished her nape as he thrusted and thrusted over and over.
“Uhhh!! Kami, Yes!!”
He gripped her harder. Growling into her flesh. Driving into her like a madman.
“Uh!! Uh!! Uh!! Yes!! Yes!! Uh!! Yes!!” She was a screaming testament to his tempo.
He slipped two fingers between her folds. Gliding them over her slick swollen bead. Her head snapped up and the scream that left her throat echoed off the walls. He plunged his member to his hilt into her wet and suddenly reared up, pulling her up with him. Rubbing her precious bead. Drenching his fingers and his cock in her scent. He thrusted deeper. Harder. Not easing up for a moment. His other hand holding her small throat so that her squeezed shut eyes were aimed at the Heavens as he continued feasting on her lovebite. Her pale, lithe, little body bouncing on her seat in his lap. He rubbed and rubbed exquisitely gentle circles over her sensitive pearl like the precious jewel it was to him. Her thighs quaked against his beneath his thick, muscular forearm that pinned her hips down to his. Bulma writhed, her back trying to arch to fight the tide that was quickly washing up her body, but Vegeta held her firmly, forbidding her from shying away from all that he wanted her to feel from him.
“Uhhnng Vegeta! Kami!! Kami!! Vegeta!!!,” finally words fell from her slackened jaw. He heard her moaning his name to the Heavens, felt the raw emotion in her body. Felt her nails dig mercilessly into his thighs as she bounced on his member. She drew blood.
“Gods,” he growled as he devoured her, “Oh FUCKING GODS BULMA!”
His balls clenched like they were in a vise. She gripped him like a vise.
“Vegeta!! Vegeta!!!” She gasped. “Bulma! Bulma!!!” His voice choked on her name.
Nearer. Nearer. Harder. Harder.
“Kami Vegeta!!!” “Gods Bulma!!!”
Deeper. Deeper. Faster. Faster.
“Veget- Veget- Oh Kami!! Kami!! Kami!!” “Bul- Bul- Fuck! FUCK! FUCK!!!”
“BULMA!!!” Somewhere he heard his roar crack glass as he released into his bride. “VEGETA!!!” Her nails ripped his flesh as she came hard on his cock, milking him of every drop he had to give her. His hips bucked a few times, prolonging their pleasure with each thrust. He felt something seeping out of her and down his shaft. The slow oozing of their juices made his thighs shiver. He released her throat and clutched her to him. Their heads slumped forward, panting; the side of his face pressed against her shoulder blade. Vegeta squeezed his eyes tight as air gratefully filled his lungs. Seconds ticking away into a minute… he tilted his head and gave her shoulder blade a soft kiss, barely pressing his lips to her wet skin. Then he lifted his head up more and applied another kiss… more and another kiss… then another… then another… She sighed and he felt her curl into him like a cat seeking warmth; he held her, not bothering to hide his grin.
“Well,” he whispered by her ear.
Bulma grinned, “I’m still hungry… Husband,” she purred his new title.
His eyes opened and he felt the dark hunger inside them shining through. Her contagious grin widened. And Vegeta knew, he knew his Bulma was antagonizing him, continuing their little game of chase even without making him chase her up the bed to claim her waiting body.
Slowly, he smirked then his lips curled back from his teeth. Vegeta opened his mouth just enough to playfully nip at the tip of Bulma’s ear. He was rewarded with the feel of her shuddering in his arms, a shiver of pure pleasure running through her body straight to her core and emanating out like a heat wave. Awww, she feels heavenly.
“Then,” he purred back, “who am I to deny my own… Wife.”
Bulma shifted, rubbing her body against his with soft moans and purrs. His breathing hitched and he felt his own body shudder in pleasure. Although she didn’t know it, she was behaving like a Saiyan, marking him with her scent all over his body, claiming him as hers now and forever to any and all females that came near him. And she was doing it with sounds that were all too Saiyan to him, all so animalistic. He loved her for that. She never asked him to shy away from his primal side when he was with her and he seemed to bring out her primal side every time. They were a perfect match for each other… they could be exactly who they are with each other… that was so valuable, so rare… so precious.
He needed her. He needed her now.
Vegeta let go of her and dumped her unceremoniously onto the bed as he rose up on his knees. He stared down at her, a Prince commanded attention.
Her movements were languid like liquid honey oozing and seeping along as she stretched herself out over their blue bed sheets before rolling over onto her back before him. She held herself up on her elbows and kept her legs together as she brought her bent knees up between them then spread her legs provocatively. Her curling toes rubbing across the hot, sweaty flesh of his hips as she made a show of waiting for him to claim her again that his penis received all too loudly and clearly. Vulgar Woman, it throbbed as it extended out from his body.
His patented smirk returned. Their little game. He loved that she’d come up with this…
Slowly he leaned forward… placing hands onto the sheets on either side of her head as his body loomed over hers. He kept his eyes locked with hers and saw her pupils dilate, somehow making her rapturous sapphire blues even bluer and even more the only kind of Heaven he could ever hope of getting lost in. He heard her breathing pick up and could see from the bottom of his vision, her plump, perfect breasts glistening with sweat and heaving with her pounding heartrate. He could sense her body tensing in anticipation of reuniting with his body. He took in one long inhale of the air between them. His nostrils flared with the aroma of their union. Keeping her eyes on him, the tip of his tongue pushed his smirking lips apart enough to lick them wet and graze along the sharp edge of his teeth before retreating back inside his closed mouth again. Her lids lowered and a pained expression took hold of her features as she watched his tongue and all the allurement he was enticing her with. She gasped. He chuckled to himself, low and lusty. She whimpered. He felt movement by his knees and knew those pale, delicate hands of hers were flushed and white knuckled fisting the sheets.
Vegeta moved his hips and felt his stiff shaft run between her spread lips. A pained cry left her as her mouth gaped open and her spine arched. His cleft split just perfectly to rub over her still swollen and even more sensitive pearl. She yelped and her hands shook in their grip on the bed linens. He slicked himself with her fresh juices and the residue of their last union only minutes ago. Watching her writhe and endure him beneath him with each slight shift of his hips. Rubbing and rubbing.
She trembled, “Ahh!!! Vegeta please!”
“What have I told you about begging?”
Her eyes opened with a bright, brilliant, sapphire show of defiance that made his aching cock twitch. “What… have I… told you… about making me,” she panted.
He leaned his face closer to hers, “So,” his voice was low with a hint of danger, “you want me to make you never beg me for it again?”
“No,” she husked back in his face; her words shocked him, “I’m asking you… to answer my prayers.”
His stomach growled with a primal need he never knew he had before now. It longed to be satiated. Satisfied from now until the end of time… with her, only ever with his Bulma, his beloved Wife.
Vegeta shifted his hips once more and brought them to meet hers. Slowly, excruciatingly slowly, his head kissed her nether lips. Bulma gasped and under his façade of carnal calm, Vegeta grit his teeth. He pressed himself at her entrance. Slipping in with warm, wet welcome. Inch… by… inch… Bulma closed her eyes in an exhale of relief as her body tensed around his cock, feeling every throb of the veins of his shaft as he was sure he could take her pulse from the inside. And it was racing.
He crept into to her to his hilt and paused, looking down at her. After a few more moments, she opened those beautiful blue eyes of hers up at him. She looked so comfortable underneath him; it never ceased to amaze him how comfortable she was with him inside her. He leaned down even closer to her. His lips brushing against the plush surface of hers. “Start praying.”
Bulma’s eyes snapped open.
Vegeta leaned back up, looming over her once more. He flexed his tight, muscular, sweat-slicked ass. Moving his hips in slow… thorough… circle.
Her hands snapped to her hips. Grabbing them. “Kami,” came the strangled gasp.
“Wrong deity.” His hips circled low… and slow… again.
“Vegeta,” came the strangled sob. Her perfect nails digging into his flesh.
“What was that… My Queen?”
She relaxed into him. Raising her bent legs higher up his hips, her inner thighs brushing over the backs of her gripping hands. Allowing him deeper access to her.
“Vegeta,” she breathed his name with reverence.
“My… Bulma,” he prayed along with her. And made another slow… circle… with his hips.
He could feel the pleasure flood her body as it flooded his own as he penetrated her deeply then inch by intense inch withdraw from her only to inch by inch reenter her to the hilt and press in further to get as deep inside her as they both wanted him to. Every circle he eased out inch by inch… then reenter inch by inch. Slow. Deep. “Vegeta.” “Bulma.”
Another circle made with all the control he was surprised he could muster. Inch… by… inch. Slow. Deep. “Vegeta.” “Bulma.”
His whole body was wracked with tension. Hers vibrated on the same level. His perfect match. Her perfect match.
Another circle. Inch… by… inch. Slow. Deep. Her nails pierced his skin. His trembling hands gripped the sheets without mercy.
“Vegeta,” her voice shook. He could already hear the edge of tears at how her body was building towards Earth-shattering glory. “Bulma,” his own voice trembled. His knuckles whitened as he felt immeasurable pressure at the base of his shaft. He wanted to gasp, Holy Fuck, but he didn’t. He didn’t want to hear that. Vegeta only wanted to hear her sweet voice trembling on the edge of pure bliss with him saying his name and his voice quake with joy saying only her name.
“Bulma,” he gasped again. His voice breaking. He regripped the sheets. Tighter. Another circle. Inch… by… holy fucking inch! Slower. Deeper. He’d never made love to her like this before. Feeling every sensation of her body. Feeling every sensation of his own body. It was so overwhelming. He could feel it already. He knew she could too. “Vegeta,” she wept, “Vegeta.”
He wanted to, he wanted to answer every prayer she’d ever made. Now. Forever. “Bulma,” he felt like he couldn’t breathe, “Bulma,” he gasped. Another circle… Her back arched and her fingers left his hips. Digging into his lower back. “Vegeta,” she gasped. She pulled herself closer to him. Her legs slipping higher. Inch… by… blissful inch… Slower… Deeper… Holy Fuck!
“B-Bulma,” his voice broke. “Bulma,” he moaned in anguish. She felt so good. This all felt so damn, fucking good!
“Vegeta,” she squeaked. Her fingers struggling for purchase on his body. “V-V-Vegeta,” the tears were flowing.
Oh Gods! Oh Gods!!
Another circle…. Her breathing hitched and she tried to say his name again… Oh Gods!!! Vegeta gritted his teeth… Inch… Oh Gods!!! “Vegeta.” By... Inch… “Bulma.” Slow… Deeper…
Suddenly her fingers dug into the one place he couldn’t control himself when she touched. Where his tail used to be.
He ripped the sheets. The scream ripping from his throat as he saw stars flashing like bolts of ki behind his squeezed shut eyelids. His hips took on a mind of their own. Circle after circle. Deeper. Deeper. Not slower anymore. No. He needed release. More and more.
Her fingers worked the same circle his hips were making into her over the nub of his tail. Over and over. Bolt after bolt, star after star flashing and flashing. “Bulma. Bulma. Bulma.” Her name falling out of his mouth over and over as he drove into her. “Vegeta. Vegeta. Vegeta.” She cried her mantra. Her back arching exquisitely. Giving him the exact perfect position for her fantastic spot to rub his shaft ruthlessly inside her. Gods!!! Gods!!! Circle. Circle. Circle. Deeper. Deeper. Deeper. Her fingers circled. Circled. Circled. Rub. Rub. Rub.
Suddenly his heart practically stopped. “Bulma!” He cried out as his body collapsed forward on top of her. He shuddered and shuddered. Cumming and cumming in her. “Vegeta!” She sobbed into his shoulder. Her fingers digging into his tail spot. Her walls shattering around him. His hips kept moving and moving. Cumming. Cumming. Shattering. Shattering. Their breathing ragged and desperate as their bodies trembled.
Then it was painfully. Slowly. Over. All the tension left them. Exhausted, their bodies went limp. Vegeta panting into the bed over her shoulder, Bulma panting to the ceiling over his shoulder.
Minutes passed… then he heard it. Low at first then finally loud enough that he knew that sound anywhere. It infected his dreams as surely as it’s owner infected his life. Thankfully. He turned his head, his cheek resting on the warm sheets, and eyed her.
“Why are you laughing, Woman?” He smiled weakly, fairly certain he already knew the answer.
Her giggle was light and airy. She turned her head to face him, still laughing even as her panting made it difficult… but all the more enchanting to his eyes, she looked like he never dared to imagine Heaven to feel. Enchanting, absolutely enchanting. His heart clenched to know that this Woman was now his Wife. It terrified him… and relieved him. Eventually her laugh gave out to her lack of air and she panted again, looking at him with adoring eyes that always disconcerted him. Their very gaze told him that she trusted him with her life and her heart and no one had ever done that before, felt that way about him before, and it unnerved him like nothing else, but… he’d take it from her… he wanted it from her; no one else, just her.
“You’re so good to me, Vegeta,” she breathed in delight.
She smiled warmly at him. She lifted a weak hand between their bodies to his cheek and brushed away a tear he hadn’t known he’d let slip. Normally he despised tears as a sign of weakness, but… he smiled to himself, there were a lot of buts when it came to her. She shattered his normal and changed things around him… No, she let him know that his life had changed. There was no more Frieza or being that disgusting lizard’s slave. He… had… a… new life now… with her. He raised a shaky hand and skidded it up her body to rest his palm on her soft, flushed cheek. His thumb gently wiping away the drying tears from the rosy apple of her cheek. He’d do anything to make sure she lived, anything. They laid there, two spent lovers, spouses still in the coital bliss of their honeymoon, gently rubbing each other’s pinked cheeks with tender caresses as they gazed lovingly into each other’s eyes—
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
Her smile died.
Vegeta tensed, “What is it? What’s wrong?” No, they couldn’t be attacked now. He hadn’t recovered from making love to her yet. He was still too weak. He was too weak to protect her if the Androids attacked right now.
She didn’t say anything. But her eyes. They said everything. She was suddenly sad.
Vegeta lifted himself up as best he could. “What is it?!” He snapped. “Who’s coming?!”
“We have to go back,” her voice was so small and dejected he almost missed it.
“What,” his head snapped back to her.
“We have to go back.” He still wasn’t getting it, but she was already lost in her own misery. “I set an alarm because I have a big meeting to go to tomorrow morning and you have your training so I knew this wouldn’t last long but…” She sniffed and now he understood. Everything about him softened as he looked down at her huddled into a semi-fetal position on their bed, her whole demeanor lost in such a deep sadness that they had to go back to Capsule Corp; their honeymoon was over.
Silently, quietly, she sat up; her heels resting on the edge of the bed with her knees bent up under her chin. Her hair covered her eyes so he couldn’t see her face anymore, but he knew by the drop of her shoulders. She was crying again, shedding new tears, but not of pleasure or joy, ones of stark sadness that this moment had to end.
Just as silently, Vegeta edged to the lip of the bed and placed his feet on the shockingly cold, stone floor. He took a moment just sitting there. The moment was over. He too should have known that it wouldn’t last. They couldn’t stay here forever in the piece of Vegetasei she had brought back to him, that he had taken her as his wife in. Eventually they had to go back to reality. He stood up as she finally let the pad of a single foot touch down on the stone she had painstakingly found and had installed to specifications she meticulously planned just for him. She mumbled something and he glanced over at her. Sorrow still hid her features. He stood before her, “What?” He asked.
“I don’t want to go back,” she said barely above a whisper.
His eyes widened. Shocked.
She reached out to him, leaned into him. And he let her.
“I don’t want to go back. I just want to stay here like this, with you, forever.” Bulma said with her head against his chest and her hands on his sides, looking down at his spent cock, her dripping pussy, and the space between them.
“Bulma,” he said softly; she listened, but didn’t respond. He reached down and slipped the side of his finger underneath her chin and lifted her face to look up at him. Her blue eyes were red, her flushed cheeks red and wet, her nose a little runny, and her lip still quivering as she tried to put on a brave face in front of him, “Bulma,” he repeated, “This doesn’t have to end here. You are not going to stop being my wife when we return to Capsule Corp. We can take this back with us.”
She blinked her eyes, trying to keep more tears at bay, for a moment her eyes drifted away from him then back. “But it won’t be like this. This… here… It’s been so, so wonderful. So…,” she sniffed again and he saw the tears returning.
“I love you.”
The tears didn’t come. Shocked back into submission. She blinked. He hadn’t really ever told her that outside of a bedroom situation. And while this was still, yes, a bedroom situation, they weren’t in the middle of lovemaking or in the middle of the foreplay quickly leading up to lovemaking. This was, was… She shot to her feet and wrapped her arms around his neck. Quickly Vegeta wrapped his arms around her tiny waist. They held each other tightly.
“I love you. I love you so much Vegeta.”
She buried her face in his neck. He buried his in her shoulder. BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! The alarm went off again. A temperamental reminder. As they continued embracing, he reached up and cupped the back of her head… and gently kissed her shoulder. She sniffed against his throat and tightened her hold on him.
“We can do it,” he spoke softly to her, “We can take this back with us. We don’t have to leave this feeling here. We can take it with us. Just you and me. Bulma and Vegeta… Wife and Husband.”
After a few more sniffs, she nodded. Their hold loosened just enough for him to lean back and look at her face. She reluctantly lifted it and met his eyes. Bulma could see him searching her own eyes and offered him a weak but genuine smile. He stopped searching, content with her answer to his unspoken question of ‘Are you alright?’
“We should shower before we go.” She said, her voice stronger this time.
“Why? I thought you liked smelling of how I’ve claimed you.” It was part playful teasing of her, part genuine hurt at her wanting to wash away the signs of their Wedding Night.
“I do, but I don’t think we should be going home and telling my parents that we’re married now with both of us smelling like we had a really great honeymoon.”
“Hn,” he could see her point. To a Saiyan household, they returning to their family dwelling reeking of their joined juices would only alert their parents that they were mates and bonded in a way that no one could break. But to an Earth household, such odiferous evidence of their marriage would be very much frowned upon; it was deemed to be unseemly. And honestly, the only people he wanted picking up the scent of his seed thoroughly inside her and his sweat perfuming every part of her body was those disgusting business men and any others like them that she had to deal with on a near daily basis as the transition of power over the company from her father to her continued steadily. That was enough. When she had a business meeting with any men, he would make sure that they would be able to smell that she belonged to another long before they would be anywhere near her. Her parents didn’t need that kind of proclamation. “Agreed.”
She nodded with a heavy sigh.
Suddenly Vegeta lifted her up by his arms wrapped around her waist. A cry escaped her lips as her hold around his neck tightened, but her broad smile spoke volumes. Her toes dangled inches above the floor as he marched over to the door leading to the bathroom with a smirk firmly on his face.
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Her elated giggle echoed off the walls as he set her on the white tiles of the massive shower she’d constructed after he’d shut the glass door of the shower wall made entirely of crystal clear glass. Mischief made her face even more beautiful and before she could utter any vulgar thing, Vegeta plunged his mouth to hers in a salacious kiss. Deep and thorough. Their tongues tangling playfully together as she kissed him back, still wrapped in each other’s arms. She pressed her body to his. He felt the press of her pelvis against his and he broke their kiss.
“Woman,” he stared deeply into her playful eyes, “If you do that, I will fuck you senseless in this shower and we will never return to Capsule Corp ever again. I will keep you in here, moaning, growling,” he growled himself, “and screaming my name until you have no voice left to annoy me with your vulgarity. And even then I will not stop pleasuring you over and over again until your heart explodes in your chest.” He pressed his forehead against hers. Never breaking eye contact. “I will claim you for the rest of your life. And we will never leave here.”
Even though his words were filled with all sorts of naughty promise that she knew he would make good on, his warning was loud and clear: No sex in the shower… well, no sex in the shower right now. Maybe later. He still hadn’t got to finish what was started when Yamcha had interrupted them in her shower and come to think of it, a shudder shook her body for a moment, she’d rather he’d finish what was started in her bathroom in her bathroom back at Capsule Corp not in their bathroom here. Reluctantly, Bulma eased her pelvis away from his.
Vegeta leaned in again and pressed his lips to hers. The kiss was soft, simple, and so very, very sweet. No tongue, just lips. His were softer than she’d expected. His hands so calloused from continuous fighting, his skin smooth but marked with even smoother scars; neither reality ever giving her any indication of the soft pillows his lips would be. It was a pleasant surprise the first time they kissed and continued to be every kiss thereafter. Their kiss broke and she tilted her head and leaned in again to give him another soft, simple kiss. Then another. Then another. Until he refused to break the kiss again. He moved his mouth over hers, with hers. Finally he parted his lips just enough to touch the tip of his tongue to her closed lips. Her lips parted at the entreaty and he slipped inside her mouth. Caressing her tongue with his in languid motions. She moaned a little and Vegeta began to move. Taking steps that forced her backward, she moved with him, keeping their kiss going. One of his arms left her waist as he reached back to the wall, grasped the knob, and turned it. The whole ceiling opened up with rainwater. The main downpour coming from the golden vine shower head. It was a warm, cozy heat that permeated their skins with dewy delight.
Single-handedly, Vegeta reached into the seemingly hidden niche in the wall and pulled out the bright pink bottle of shower gel. He flipped the cap without breaking their kiss and the scent of potent artificial strawberry filled the rain-soaked air. He took up the bottle and squeezed some of its contents out on the ridiculously fluffy, pink loofa ball sitting next to the bottle. Then he set the bottle back down and took up the loofa ball. He massaged it in his hand the way he wanted to massage Bulma’s voluptuous breast; despite himself, a deep growl rumbled his chest like the first roll of thunder signaling an oncoming storm… But he had to restrain himself. Bulma’s preemptive plans were right. She had a business meeting to attend and he still had his training; she had a massive company to head and he had a legend to become. Slowly he brought the foamy ball to her back and rubbed deliberate circles over her pale, sleek back. Bulma’s arms retreated from his neck so her hands could take their place. Their kiss ending, but their lips still brushing across one another.
“I thought we weren’t going to do anything in here,” she breathed on his lips.
“I said that I wasn’t going to take you in here. I did not say that we would not be bathing.”
She grinned. “When is it my turn to scrub you,” she giggled again.
Vegeta’s chest tightened at the sound of her laugh and the feel of it so close to his own lips… and another part of his body was responding with a certain tension as well. He had to quash that if either one of them was going to make it out of their Saiyan home before the Androids arrived.
“Tch. It’ll be your turn to bathe me when I’m done with you.” He went in for another kiss.
* * *
The warm desert air dried his hair with it’s breezes as they walked out of their Saiyan home and set foot once again on the red, arid soil of planet Earth. It was only a few steps, but if felt like they were already miles away. Bulma broke free of his side and went to the button bearing the Capsule Corp logo right next to the golden, ‘Throne Room’ doors.
“Are you sure you don’t want to encapsulate it yourself?” She asked.
Vegeta walked up right behind her, close enough to press his body to hers. His arm joined hers in reaching out to the white button, specifically designed to blend in with the exterior for his memory’s personal benefit. She leaned her head back just enough to look up at him with that enchanting smile of hers. He looked down at her with his own smile of a smirk. They pressed the button together. The pop was immediate, loud, deafening. Instinctively his free arm wrapped protectively around her waist as they watched their Saiyan home disappear into a massive puff of smoke. There was a part of him that wondered if this was how his Father’s palace had looked when Frieza destroyed the planet. Had it suddenly disappeared in a massive puff of smoke to the sound of a startling loud bang?... But this was different. He felt no sorrow here just the realization that… that… he was going home. With her. They were taking Vegetasei home with them back to Capsule Corp and any time he wanted, any time they wanted, with the push of a capsule cap and a good toss, Vegetasei would be back for them to reside in. Whether or not she knew, she’d given him a choice he didn’t think he had. It never once occurred to him that ‘He could have it all’ was an option for him. One, the smoke cleared and he looked at the large, white capsule lying in the red dirt a small distance away from them then looking back down at her, Bulma looked back up at him again with her happy smile, one option that he was taking. He could have it all. Would have it all. With his Wife. His Bulma.
She walked away from him to fetch the precious capsule and remained still, the prideful Prince but he now had something else to proud of in his life. She picked up the capsule and hurried back to him with utter joy. He grinned and welcomed her back into his arms.
“See,” she held up the capsule, “All safe and soun—”
He pinched her chin between his thumb and the side of a finger and lifted her face up to his. He leaned down and cut her off with a kiss, tenderly sucking at her full, bottom lip. Then nipping at her upper lip. She tilted her head and he applied a deeper kiss to her lovely mouth. She opened her mouth a little and slipped her tongue inside his mouth. He leaned into her, wrapping his arms around her, holding her close as he indulged in the taste of her. Did they really have to return to Capsule Corp? Did they really? She wrapped her arms around his waist and tilted her head, her tongue plunging deeper. He mashed his mouth to hers. She moaned into his mouth. His hands went lower and clutched her hips. His breathing picked up. So did hers. Was her parents’ home really where they needed to go? After all they had a perfectly good bed encapsulated in the palm of her hand. All they needed to do was pop the cap, toss, and devour each other every step of the way. Never to be seen or heard of ever again unless someone went wandering in the desert and happened to be within range of her screaming his name and appealing to her God over and over again, and he did intend to make her do that.
But as the wind picked up and ruffled her wavy teal locks, he knew. They couldn’t dwell here in their fantasy any longer. He had the Legendary to attain and she had a world-wide empire to run. He broke their kiss and saw the flicker of disappointment in her bright eyes. She felt the same way too. He leaned his forehead down to touch hers with cocky smirk on his face…
“Besides,” he told her, “your parents leave quite often…”
He let his words hang there between them… and watched their ramifications blossom on her face.
“Yeah,” she bit her lower lip in that enticing way he loved through her grin, she giggled, “Yeah, they do.”
He could have her screaming down the whole of Capsule Corp and the entire damn city!
Bulma unwrapped her arms from his trim waist and reached into the pocket of her coveralls. She pulled out her container of capsules and opened it, took out a large capsule, pressed the cap, and casually tossed behind her. With a pop and puff of smoke, her helicopter appeared. Her eyes drifted down to the ‘V’ marked capsule in her hand… Vegeta watched her but slowly his smirk dimmed into a frown. She looked… sad. Her eyes rose to his again and they were pink, she was trying not to cry. He scowled, after all this why the Hell would she need to cry about anything?
“Take this,” she said, her voice straining to keep from warbling.
Oh, “No.”
“Please, Vegeta, it’s a gift for you. Take it.”
“Keep it, Woman.”
She blinked and her eyes lowered to gaze at his chin. Tears threatening. He felt her body tense in his arms. He didn’t like it. “Please—”
“No,” he told her firmly.
She sniffed.
“I need you to keep it.”
She looked up at him.
“Where else would my…,” he swallowed hard, “Where else would my home be, Bulma, then with you?”
Her tears came. But not of sadness. Yeah, he was so fucking poetic with her; just her. He brought a hand up and closed it over her hand, closing her hand over the ‘V’ capsule in its palm.
“Keep it,” he told her quietly, “It belongs with you… Wife.”
Before she could completely dissolve, he quickly mashed his lips to hers again. But she still wept against his lips. He let a few shudders travel through her body before ending their kiss. She was nodding even before he could speak. It was time to leave. They could only prolong this so much. She opened her palm again and placed the ‘V’ capsule in her container of capsules, closed it, and put it back in her pocket. Vegeta took her hand in his and they walked over to the helicopter.
* * *
She’d landed back at Capsule Corp in the exact same spot that she’d taken off from. After his retrieving his bag from where he’d flung it in the back again for the ride home and their disembarking, she re-encapsulated the vehicle and pocketed it as the strong smell of massive amounts of delicious food reached their noses. Bulma smiled. She knew the distinct scent of expertly made tonkatsudon, pork-filled pot stickers, pork-filled steam buns, and pork and nappa cabbage with bean sprouts filled egg rolls. They were all her favorite foods. Well, not just her favorite foods. Suddenly the sound of Vegeta’s stomach growling filled the dusk air. Her eyes widened. That was right! All he had done this morning was… well, he had her for breakfast… then he trained until lunch time and then when she was trying to get his food ready, he’d… Holy Kami, Vegeta had skipped on food in order to have the most fantastic sex with her. He must be starving! Then her own stomach bellowed it’s emptiness. Okay, she was starving too! She hadn’t actually eaten anything either. They glanced over at each other. She smiled and so did he, that fabulous smile that only she ever got to see, “Let’s go and tell them.” He nodded his silent agreement.
As they stepped closer to the sliding glass door of the kitchen, Bulma glanced over at Vegeta again. He kept his eyes ahead, his steps as sure and steady as he gaze… but there was something else… something new in his demeanor, something she’d never seen befor— Wait, yes I have. He’s, he’s proud, but not in his usual way. He’s proud… of me! He’s proud to tell someone that I’m his wife! He’s proud to show me off to someone! And he’s proud to— Bulma slipped her arm around his as he kept his arms at his sides in that smug, strutting way of his. He side-eyed her sternly and she beamed up at him, “Mine!” She sing-songed at him.
“Tch,” he looked away from her again, but she caught it. He was smirking. He was smirking so damn bad!
She giggled.
“Not a word, Woman.”
She hugged his arm; his bicep felt warm against her soft cheek. “Hm-mm.” Truth be told, she wanted to show him off to someone, anyone, everyone herself.
They continued walking and as they got closer, she heard Vegeta sniff the air. She smelled it too. The scents of before were joined by others. She smelled the marinated vegetable mix of kinpira gobo, roasted pork fillet (probably meant to go with noodles as usual), and sautéed chicken served over ramen with the most flavor-filled broth. She had to admire Vegeta’s restraint. She wanted to run to the door, fling it open, and dive face first into the first dish she saw no matter what it was. But he wasn’t changing his speed at all. Just a very steady and deliberate march… and it made her wonder why. Until he reached out and opened the door for her… then stood aside for her to enter first. She blushed violently as she crossed the threshold; he was still so damn proud to show her off. To present her as his Wife! Even while starving.
The light from inside only served to exaggerate the darkness that arrived with sundown outside. It was so starkly different that Bulma had to blink a few times which gave Vegeta enough time to enter behind her and slide the door closed again. At their arrival, Bulma heard her Mother squeal.
“Oh my, Bulma and Vegeta, you’re just in time for dinner.”
Bulma gaped at the sight. Every single surface was covered with massive serving dishes piled high with both of their favorite foods. The feeling was overwhelming of dying and going to culinary Heaven.
“Wow, Mom, what’s the occasion?” Bulma half-joked. She had a suspicion growing stronger by the nanosecond that her Mother had begun a mad cooking spree the moment they left the other day expecting them to come back with some major happy news for her and she had made a preemptive strike of a celebration dinner.
“Oh nothing, dear.” Her Mother chirped, but the dodge was just a little too artful. Panchy went back to finishing a truly massive bowl of strawberry pudding, probably meant to go with the already finished massive bowl of chocolate mousse she spotted at her Mother’s elbow.
Vegeta suddenly wrapped an arm around Bulma and tugged her close to him. Bulma gasped. Drawing her parent’s attention. They stared, her Mother from one of the kitchen counters and her Father from his usual seat at their kitchen table, lowering the newspaper he had in his hands and shining expectant eyes right at... Vegeta?! Bulma looked up at the Saiyan Prince and saw him meeting her Father’s gaze.
“Bulma has become my mate.” He announced boldly.
Bulma gaped. Her parents grinned.
“Oh how lovely,” Panchy cried, “What does that mean exactly?”
Bulma stared at her Mother. Really?! Really Mom?!
“It means, Panchy dear, that by Saiyan standards our little girl and Vegeta are married.”
Panchy clapped her hands together and was incandescent with joy, “Oh my! I’m so happy for both of you!”
Her Father rose from his seat, walked right up to Vegeta, and offered his alien house guest his hand. “Welcome to the family, Son.”
Vegeta stared down at his now Father-in-law’s proffered hand… then met his eyes once more… and took the hand. “…Thank you, Sir.”
Bulma felt tears sting her eyes and blinked them away with a sniff.
“Oh thank goodness all this yummy food won’t go to waste!”
Bulma laughed as they sat back down at the table and dug in. Their first family meal.
* * *
She snuggled into her pink pillow. Yet again. Suddenly there was a hot breath puffed across her cheek from the warm face pressed over her ear. Strong, muscular arms made their presence known around her slim waist even through the pink satin mini-nightgown she was wearing.
“Are you done being a nuisance yet, Woman? Go to sleep.” The gravelly voice growled at her.
She could feel her husband’s voice rumble through her body in the most delicious way. She grinned.
And felt Vegeta pull her in closer and tighter to his body. Spooning her. Cuddling her. She sighed contentedly. And put her hands over his. He lifted his fingers up and laced them with hers, sighing himself, in response.
“Are you happy,” she asked.
“Very. And since we came back here so that you could get to sleep early to attend this meeting tomorrow morning, I suggest that you now go to sleep, Wife, or I will make better use of you staying awake by ravishing your body till this pathetic bed breaks and then I will ravish you on the floor until the floor breaks. Do you understand me?”
“Yes,” she purred.
“Bulma,” he warned.
“Spoil sport,” she pouted.
“Oh I will definitely spoil you, Wife,” Bulma’s breath caught in her chest at Vegeta’s own lusty purring and the distinct feel of a certain part of his body pressing it’s hardening self against her pert buttocks, “Later.”
“Damn,” she hissed.
“I know,” he grumped.
It took some effort but for once she fell asleep with her husband without sex or love-making exhausting them into blissful oblivion. Actually… she thought falling asleep wrapped in her husband’s arms was really… nice.
* * *
For the most part the meeting had been a complete disaster. But ultimately the representatives from the other company had caved and signed the new contract. It wasn’t like they really had a choice or anything, they were so small that the buyout was a foregone conclusion and they couldn’t do a damn thing about it. But that fact didn’t stop them from throwing a perpetual tantrum from the moment the stepped onto Capsule Corp grounds until the left it, saving their loudest, most obnoxious behavior right for Bulma Brief’s face. She had sat there at a minor conference room (and yes, she had chosen a distinctly minor to prove a freaking point after how all the phone calls just to set up this meeting had gone) near her office and calmly let them make total asses out of themselves at the top of their voices. And when the braying was done, she simply slid the paperwork forward with the pen already ready and waiting on top. Did they really think that she hadn’t dealt with this type of crap before? That she hadn’t seen worse fits? That she hadn’t thrown worse tantrums herself?! Wow, if they did, then they sure as Hell hadn’t heard the gossip columns’ legends of her and Yamcha’s relationship of many, many years. Her temper was more than the stuff of legends, Hell, it was freaking mythological!
But still, they had gone down kicking and screaming and she didn’t have any problems admitting that she admired and liked that about them, even offered them both jobs… until one of them started making the trademark sounds of gearing up to literally spit in her face. Her blue eyes had snapped opened into an instant narrowing that made the guy swallow his own loogie. And the glare in her beautiful eyes made sure it went down hard. They threw her customary pen at the table top and stormed out. Qira was waiting and entered at a steady unhurried pace to which Bulma could only think to compliment with ‘Good girl’ and gathered the contract and the pen as her employer got to her feet and smoothed out her short skirt. They walked together back to Bulma’s office where they were greeted by Bulma’s three other secretaries/assistants. Qira was her personal assistant and the other three were there more or less to back up the extraordinarily heavy load of work that Qira was forced to endure being the Capsule Corp Heiress’ ‘chief handmaiden’. As Qira left to take the contract to the Legal Department so it could be properly filed by the attorneys, Bulma entered her office, sat down, and began prepping for the next meeting she’d have. It was relatively minor. Technically she didn’t even have to show up for it, but after the creepy, handsy Capricorn guys and the tantrum trio from Zerotech, she really wanted to just sit down opposite a group of people who didn’t treat her like a little girl playing grown-up in her father’s clothes or some soul-stealing bitch. Really, was it too hard to ask for some adult behavior? Really?!
She sighed. Again. And opened up another file folder and began to read it’s contents. It was the dossier of the leader of the company that had come to them with an idea that they wanted Capsule Corp to help them out with. In truth, as Bulma read, the company was super, super tiny, even smaller than Zerotech. But. They had a brilliant idea on their hands, if they had the proper facilities to mass produce and mass distribute it… Bulma smiled to herself, Yep, these guys weren’t going to stay small for long… And coming to Capsule Corp was no ordinary shot for the moon for them. They wanted to expand. They wanted to debut in the big leagues. And they had the mind to back that up. Bulma took up a pen and made a little note on a steno pad beside her: Get in on the first floor then And it’s always nice to reach out and help another lady get to the top. There’s far too much testosterone up here. Then she tapped the pen against the pad as she read on.
She was absorbed in page twenty-something when the alert on her desktop sounded. Bulma reached out and pushed the button without looking up from her reading. “Yes?”
“Miss Briefs, you have a guest,” Scarlet answered.
But there was something in the sound of her voice… Bulma’s eyes quirked at the speaker, Is she… was her voice… warbling a little? Before Bulma could ask her assistant what was wrong, her door opened. Her eyes snapped to her doorway and she gaped. Vegeta looked… Holy Fuck does he look, her legs snapped shut underneath her desk and she felt her core awaken. Her breathing became unsteady. No wonder Scarlet was having troubling speaking. Kudos to the young woman that she could even manage to speak, Bulma was left speechless. And he knew it.
He smirked at her and she clenched her knees tighter together. He was wearing the most well-fitting, charcoal grey, button-up shirt she had ever bought him. And it wasn’t buttoned up all the way! He had stopped! Stopped at the button just before his finely sculpted pecks began. Putting on a display of his chest… much in the same way she did when she wore something lowcut in the front. She bit her lip as her eyes traveled down to his rolled-up sleeves. Again stopped just above his elbows to show off his hard-earned forearm muscles. Down further to the two large brown bags he carried in his arms, but she’d get around to wondering about those later. Her eyes spotted him wearing a wine-colored leather belt with polished nickel buckle in a simple yet entirely him design. And he was wearing light grey slacks that were military crisp and just as well-fitting his lower body as his shirt fitted his upper. And he had wine-colored, business loafers on.
“Hungry, Woman?”
Bulma gulped and nodded when she couldn’t find the words to speak.
“Good, because I plan on spoiling you.”
She gasped. He stepped in and kicked the door closed behind him. They were alone.
Still smirking with a dark gleam in his eyes, he stalked over to her desk. With each of his steps, she backed her chair up. He chuckled to himself at the sight. His smirk deepening if that was possible and his eyes glittering with the thrill of the hunt. Without even realizing it, she’d given chase the same way she did by trying to get away from on the bed in order to get him to chase her and pin her onto the bouncy mattress with his searing hot body. She’d retreated in the face of his approach and he’d felt that pull to chase her fleeing body down and pin it. Slowly, tantalizingly slowly, he lowered the brown paper bags onto the top of her desk. Her eyes flickered to them for a moment and she knew the logo immediately as belonging to the same restaurant that she’d taken him to to get bacon cheeseburgers after he’d ravished her in the conference room as a surprise visit to her place of work and before they’d spent an entire day and night having orgasm after orgasm until she just couldn’t take anymore. A low growl sounded in the room. Her eyes snapped back up to meet his. She’d done it again! Her eyes had retreated from him and he’d just chased them back to him so he could pin them with his own dark, brooding gaze. She shivered. He smirked slickly. Then he retreated. Bulma’s jaw fell open at Vegeta’s back as he returned to the door and quietly locked it.
She found the urge to breath again without him being quite so near. Quite so obvious about what was about to happen in her private office at Capsule Corp.’s main building. Then he turned. She froze. Time stopping. He stood there staring her down. His smirk gone. His arms be his sides. His hands worked into tight fists. It was one of his many battle stances. Intimidating. Dominate. Powerful. And so fucking sexy! She shivered again and felt a sudden tightness in her core. Holy Fuck! Am I really that close to cumming?! Just by him looking at me?! Oh dear Kami!
Vegeta approached. Bulma bit her lip, but her body still trembled uncontrollably. Oh Kami! Oh Kami! Oh Kami! He kept eye contact with her as he came to a stop right in front of her desk. She froze again. Caught in the intensity of those eyes, she felt weak and small, helpless, defenseless. She’d never felt so vulnerable in her life than in the face of those dark eyes. Then he broke eye contact as he reached into the first back and pulled out a large take-out container. She blinked, Huh? He set it on her desk then he reached in again and pulled out a second container, again without looking at her. She kept watching him, waiting for… for… for whatever, but Vegeta just kept reaching into the bag and pulling out foil-wrapped burger after foil-wrapped burger. After the fifth burger was laid down on her desk’s top, she sniffed the flavor-filled air. The containers held the expertly handmade French fries. She could smell that for sure. A smile touched her lips then blossomed as she looked at the spread he was preparing for them with her desk as the table. He’d remembered their first date. Granted it wasn’t all that long ago, mere days, but still, Vegeta had remembered so that was really saying something. Her favorite burgers with her favorite fries. Yummy yum yum. She clapped her hands together and licked her lips. She didn’t notice his eyes flit to her for a split second as he unloaded the last burger from the first bag then start unloading the second bag. Well, since Vegeta had the laying out well in hand that left Bulma with the opening and unwrapping to do. She stood up from her chair and popped open the first white container. Releasing the steam let loose by the magnificent thing that was fresh from the fryer French fries! She grinned and eagerly plucked on of the really crispy thin ones from the top and popped it into her mouth. It was blazing hot, but salty and, she began chewing, soooo yummy! She moaned closing her eyes, enjoying herself. Then quickly turned her attention to popping open the second container of fries before picking up the first of many, many burgers and unwrapping it halfway. She moved onto the next as Vegeta unloaded the last burger then he plucked both empty bags from the desk top and set them on the floor. Bulma continued carefully unwrapping halfway burger after burger for the definitely Saiyan-sized meal. She began humming to herself, happily, contentedly. Vegeta watched her as he slowly came around the desk to her. She kept unwrapping, blissfully unawares of his approach. He waited right behind her until she was done unwrapping the very last burger; it took ever bit of control he had in him to wait that long. Why, why did I have to order so many damn burgers?! Finally Bulma put the last ready-to-eat burger down and looked up. He wasn’t there.
“Veget—”
His body slammed into hers from behind. She lurched forward. Her palms slammed onto what little free space there was on her desk’s top. Suddenly his hands were there right beside hers. His hot breathed huffed and puffed a steaming path against her ear as his hips worked against her tight buttocks. Grinding himself against her. Kami, she could feel him! He was stiff like an iron rod. She gasped and he pressed himself against her ass harder. Her back arched. The back of her head hitting his shoulder as she suddenly, fiercely came. Her legs shook violently. But he kept thrusting against her. Holding her up as he felt her body tremble and shudder in pleasure. Helping her orgasm extend for as long as possible. Gradually the shaking stopped. His thrusting stopped. She panted with the back of her head still resting on his shoulder.
“Ahhhh,” he breathed against her ear, his searing breath gliding along the side of her neck like a hot breeze, “Teetering so close to the edge, were you? Feel better?”
She barely managed to nod her head, but he felt it as she tried to catch her breath. She hadn’t even had time to scream or speak or anything else she had cum so fast. All she could do was gasp and ride the wave. Just as suddenly as he’d pounced on her, her body gave in to him.
“I told you,” he whispered beside her ear, enjoying himself, “I was going to spoil you.”
His hands retreated from the desk and slipped down to the bottom of her short skirt’s hem. He reached out to her just enough to let his fingertips graze her flushed skin. His fingertips slipped underneath her skirt hem and ghosted up her thighs. She shivered violently and an aching moan left her throat. He let go a breath over her ear. Her body spasmed as she whimpered and he peered down and watched her pert nipples harden beneath her white blouse. He strained even more against the confines of his slacks. He wanted nothing more than to tear his clothes off, tear her clothes off, and let them both scream and roar the damn facility to the ground. But he’d said he was going to spoil her and spoiling her he was going to do.
Her flesh was goosepimpling. He fought his own urge to groan, but he couldn’t help how ragged his own breathing was becoming. Then his fingertips touched soft silk. His fingers traveled even slower higher. Yes, a tiny stretch of soft silk. Her panties… He curled his fingertips over the thin bands of her panties’ waistband at her sides and place a seductive kiss on the hair-covered skin behind her ear. With a moan, he felt her body relax. He began to pull the soft fabric down her voluptuous hips. Moving his head to kiss the back of her head… further down, moving to kiss the back of her neck and scent deeply the mating mark he knew was there underneath the lux fabric of her top… further down, kissing between her shoulder blades… further, the middle of her back… He kneeled at the altar of her perfect ass. Slipping her delicate panties further down her thighs, kissing the small of her back… further, her planted his lips on one of her full butt cheeks through the black fabric… Her head snapped forward with a groan and her nails dug into the desk top. He inhaled deeply of her sweet scent as he cleared her knees and drew the sleek, black, satin thong down her calves. She shuddered and he felt his cock twitch harshly as a fresh wave of scent hit his nostrils.
“Lift your leg,” he hoarsed and didn’t bother to try and clear his throat. He wanted her to hear what she did to him. That it wasn’t only her body that was teetering on the edge. That it wasn’t only her that would feel better after cumming. He wanted her to know how much he needed her all the time. For lust. For love. For everything. She was his everything.
One leg lifted shakily. He slipped the thong off. Then the other leg lifted. And finally she was free. He left the thong on the floor. She tried to shake her high heel off. His hand shot out to her heel, “Don’t. Don’t take them off. I want you to keep them on.” She lowered her foot to the floor. He leaned forward and kissed the back of her knee. She gasped. He kissed the back of her other knee. His tongue lapping at her soft skin. He could practically taste her blood rushing through her veins as her pulse raced. It turned him on knowing the way her body reacted to him. He leaned up and kissed the back of her thighs. His fingers lifted her skirt over her hips. Exposing her. Her nether lips were soaked. He couldn’t resist. He mashed his mouth to her lips. His tongue slipping between her folds. Lapping up her sticky juices. She barely managed to slap her hand over her mouth and stifle the scream as she collapsed onto her desk. She squeezed her eyes shut and screamed into her hand again as he licked again. And again. And again. She tasted delicious. He fed from her, gripping her plump ass cheeks until they were turning pink in his hands. He devoured her. Couldn’t get enough of her. She began to thrash. Suddenly Vegeta shot to his feet, lifted her up, and spun her around to face him. He took her face in both hands and mashed his mouth to hers. He kissed her deeply. Hungrily. She clawed his shirt. Collar. It only made him want her more. He didn’t bother to stifle his moans, groans. Every sound he could possibly make down her enticing throat. He grabbed her ass. Her legs instantly popped up and hooked her knees over his hips. She began to lean back on the desk… Suddenly she shoved him back. He staggered a few steps, shocked. They’re kiss breaking.
“Bulma—”
She was on her knees in front of him in an instant. She was moving faster than he thought she could. She yanked down his fly. Yanked down his pants. His briefs. He gasped the moment he felt cool air on his cock.
“Hnng,” he barely stifled his own cry as her warm mouth enveloped him. He lurched forward. Free hand slamming on the desk top. His other hand clutching hair at the top of her head. His hips moving on their own as her bobbing head and suction demanded his body follow her lead.
“Gods,” he gritted his teeth. Eyes squeezed shut. His nails digging into her desk’s once unmarked, wooden surface. “Mmmmm.” He clamped his mouth shut as she continued sucking him. Her tongue was writhing magic around his shaft and head. Gods! Oh, Gods! He was putty in her hands. Hers. Totally. Completely. Oh, Gods! “Bulma,” he moaned, clutching her teal locks.
She hummed her moan and, for the love of all the Gods of Vegetasei, he came. Part of her desk’s top snapped.
She sucked and sucked. Swallowing shot after shot as he drained himself down her throat. Humming her moans of pleasure around his member. Her luscious vibrations dragging out his orgasm. His hips moved achingly slowly. Her precious lips slipping back and forth over his long, thick, pulsating shaft. She sucked and sucked him until his hips stopped moving as his orgasm finally started to ease. He panted. His body shaky at best.
“Holy… ha… ha… ha… shit,” he tried to get his breathing under control. And failing at it. He didn’t care though. This Woman constantly pushed him to his limits. With even more training and how much affection they were showing each other on a regular basis now, he was sure he’d attain the Legendary soon enough. And then, then, he could challenge that clownish dope, destroy him, destroy those tin cans, and live this everyday of the rest of his and his Wife’s lives. Mating with her at every opportunity, training like a madman for maintenance of his new found and hard-fought power. Returning to the desert to make their Saiyan home permanent and… his mind flashed to her underneath him as he took her as his mate; the way she’d clung to him, the way her fingers felt rubbing the soft furry numb at the base of his spine… Yes, they’d return to the desert, take up residence in their Saiyan home she’d made, and he mate with her until that Royal Saiyan bed shattered beneath them. Yes… Yes… “Yessss.”
Her lips slipped slowly back along his member; the tip of her tongue tracing her path along the underside of his cock. His breathing turned ragged, his fingers digging into splinters. Suddenly her mouth released him with a loud, wet POP. His eyes snapped open. Holy fuck, she just popped his cock from her mouth. She just popped his cock from her mouth!
He reached down and yanked her up to him. Her lips met his and he tasted himself in her mouth as he kissed her deeply. Hungrily. His tongue plundering her depths. She yanked on his shirt collar. Her tongue wrestling with his. He reached down and grabbed her ass. Her chest heaved with a moan and she hiked a leg up over his hip. Kissing him deeper. He heaved her up into his arms. Her hands found his neck. Her nails digging into his skin. He growled viciously in her mouth. His nails digging into her plump ass cheeks. She growled back. Fuck, his cock ached, yearned for her sweet cunt. He had to have her! Now! He couldn’t wait anymore! Not when she fucking growled at him! He turned and forgot his pants and underwear fallen around his ankles. He more or less tripped and fell and dropped her into her chair with him on top of her. The chair tipped far back. He startled; his arms slipping under her legs to brace into the mahogany-colored leather. Their kiss broke.
“It’s okay,” she gasped breathlessly, “It rocks.”
Suddenly he froze. “It… rocks?” He repeated carefully.
Bulma gulped. “Ve-, Vegeta?”
He thrusted into her. She gasped again. Desperately clawed at his chest. Her hands gripping chunks of luxurious charcoal grey fabric. He looked down at her. Her cheeks were flushed, her brilliant eyes needy and wanting. Desire looked beautiful on her. He didn’t mention that he felt the same way. So needy, so wanting of her, so desirous.
“What’s the matter, Woman?” He husked. “Scared?”
He rolled his hips before she could answer. Her eyes rolled. Her head snapping back as her back arched. Giving him an even better angle to pleasure her. She whimpered. He leaned forward and dragged his tongue up her pulse line.
“It’s okay,” he breathed. Vegeta rolled his hips again.
She flailed wildly. Finally clamping one hand over her mouth, stifling her scream. Her other hand reaching desperately behind her, nails ferociously clenching the soft leather. Eyes squeezed shut.
“Bulma, move your hand,” Vegeta told her quietly.
She shook her head. Crying behind her hand.
“Bulma, move your hand,” Vegeta said softer.
Bulma’s hand stayed in place.
Vegeta leaned forward and gently nuzzled the back of her hand then slipped the tender skin a soft kiss.
“It’s okay,” he whispered, “You can move it.”
Her hand suddenly latched onto the back of his head and mashed his mouth against hers. He rolled his hips and he was the one to scream into her mouth. He rolled his hips again. And again. On and on. Screaming her name into her own mouth over and over with each roll. Her hands moved over his body as his mouth moved over her mouth desperately. His biceps. His hips. His taut ass. He broke their kiss.
“Grab my tail,” he gasped against her lips, “Fucking Gods, Woman, grab my tail.”
Her fingers dug into his numb. He stifled the primal scream that ripped from his chest with her mouth again. His hips rolling. His ramrod cock easily slipping deeply in and out of her sticky sweet pussy. He cried her name over and over into her mouth. She cried his name in his. Her fingers rubbing savagely with every deep plunging roll of his hips. More and more. Rolling. Rubbing. Screaming. Tears streamed from his eyes. He knew they were streaming from hers. He didn’t care. This was bliss. Sheer heaven. More. More. Rolling. Feeling pressure building in his balls. Clenching that base of his cock. Her pussy gripped him. Harder. Harder. Her fingers digging into his tail numb. Rubbing. Rubbing. He wailed. She sobbed. More. More. More. Rolling. Rolling. Rubbing. Rubbing. Clenching. Gripping. Suddenly she started gasping like she was hyperventilating. His heart was palpitating. She was so tight around him. The chair rocked violently. He was surprised it hadn’t already snapped. It was a testament to its craftsmanship, undoubtedly her craftsmanship. Rolling. Rolling. Rubbing. Rubbing. The pressure at the base of his cock was like a vise. His breathing lost control entirely. Rolling. Rubbing. Rolling. Rubbing. More. More. More. More. SNAP!!!!!
He screamed her name. Slamming his cock into her hard enough to knock her heels off her dangling feet. And holding his position there. Feeling his cock shoot jet after jet of his hot cum into her welcoming, thundering pussy. He felt something rush over his cock. Warm, watery liquid. Not his cum. She screamed. Cried. Her fingers dug into his tail. Her walls milked and milked him. Her legs spasming over his arms. His buttocks flexed with the straining of filling her pussy with his seed as deeply as he could. Time, the world, seemed to stand still…
…
…
…then it was finally, mercifully over.
Vegeta broke their kiss. His forehead resting against hers, his breath panting over her opened mouth as she panted over his opened mouth. Their bodies shook with physical duress. Then she suddenly surprised him.
“Take me on the floor.” She whispered a siren song he couldn’t deny himself.
He slipped his hands over something wet on her leather seat and grabbed her ass. Lifting her up. He managed to get to his feet, turned then fell to his knees, and laid her back on the carpet. He laid on top of her. His penis never leaving her body as he moved. He slipped his hands to take hold of her hips. Her legs wrapped around his waist. Her bare heels feeling cool and spurring against his muscular ass cheeks, finding homes in his dimples. He braced his knees into the carpet. Without a word more, he began thrusting into her. His pace was steady. Her hands held onto his neck, her fingers threading up into his coarse hair at the base of his skull. Sending little electrical thrills down his spine. Their kisses, loving, tender.
There was a knock at her door.
His lips left her mouth and switched to her neck. He lovingly kissed the side of her neck as he continued to make love to her on the floor of her office.
“Yes.” She moaned.
There was no way in Hell any of them out there didn’t know that he was fucking her senseless in here now.
“Miss Bulma, you told me to tell you when you had ten minutes left before your next meeting.”
“Push it back.” She begged.
He knew she wasn’t talking to her assistant. One of his hands reached up above her head, his fingers gripped the floor, and he thrusted harder, deeper into her. She moaned lusciously into his ear.
“Vulgar Woman,” he whispered laughingly into her ear.
“How far should I push it back, Miss?”
“Half an hour,” he whispered.
“Half an hour,” she moaned in a way that made him nearly cum too soon.
“Alright.”
The assistant was gone. And he could finish making love to his wife without interruption. Vegeta’s lips returned to Bulma’s. She moaned and moaned as he indulged in groan after groan. Their bodies were vessels of pure pleasure now. He felt her start to tighten around him again just as his balls were beginning to brace again too. He picked up his pace, his knees burning with the friction of the carpet. Her heels digging into the dimples of his buttocks. She moaned in time with his thrusts like he was. Faster and faster he slipped in and out of her for minutes that seemed to go on without end. The pressure inside of them building again… faster… faster… His hips bucked as he released inside her again. He felt that strange wet again as her walls fluttered. Welcoming his seed once again. She sighed, relaxing with the pleasure. He, he smiled, only ever felt this relaxed with her. They didn’t move, just enjoyed the way their bodies tingled and felt like something they only had ever experienced with each other; it was comfort, pure, uncomplicated comfort.
His head slumped beside hers, his soft breathing brushing against her throat. He loved the feel of her. She held him. When he was sure he’d given her all he could, that his orgasm was truly over and done, he moved his hips and slipped out of her. It was few minutes more before he was able to push himself up on his hands and sat back on his heels, breathing heavily, exhausted; he looked down at her and saw her smiling up at him, breathing heavily, exhausted. Thank the Gods I brought as much food as I did, we’re going to need it.
With a pleased smirk, Vegeta reached out a hand to her, Bulma took it, and he helped her sit up. He looked down at the mess between them and noticed a puddle that smelled sweet and musky to his nose.
That liquid? Was that… was that… “Was that… you?”
“Uh-huh.”
“What did you do?”
“I… squirted.”
“Squirted?” He had no clue what she was talking about.
“It means you did very, very, very good.”
His smirk deepened. So did her smile. They got to their feet. He pulled up his underwear and stuffed himself back in as she picked her panties up from the floor and slipped them back on. He pulled up his pants and made sure he looked the same way as he had when he’d came in so as not to arouse anymore attention than he was fairly certain they already had with her moaning answers to her assistant’s questions as she slipped her skirt back down in place. He looked over at her. She really was right, the freshly fucked look absolutely suited her.
Vegeta walked up behind Bulma and slipped his arms around her waist, holding her close. Her hands slipped over his and gave her shoulder a kiss. She leant her head against his and the new couple enjoyed a small moment of cuddling. Then Vegeta’s eyes lighted on the food. Cold now, of course, but still ready to eat.
“Eat. You’ll need your strength for the rest of the day.”
“You too.” She laughed.
The sound never ceased to feel him with all sorts of emotions he once feared but now welcomed all because of her. He let go of her and she retrieved a roll of paper towels from her drawer where she kept some of her spare engineering stuff that she liked to tinker with when the mood was on her as Vegeta went around the desk to the one of the guest chairs there. He watched her wipe her chair dry of their fluids… then glanced over at the puddle stain on the floor.
“And what about that?” He asked.
After throwing the wet towels in her wastebasket, she reached into another drawer, this one filled with spare things if she had just come for a workout before work or was heading to one right after, and grabbed a towel. She laid it out over the stain and stepped on it until it had soaked up as much as it could then tossed back in the gym drawer. She retook her seat and scooted it up to the desk as did he. But his eyes were still riveted to the still visible damp spot on her heather grey carpet. He frowned, something wasn’t sitting right with him about it all…
“You seem,” he began, “to have had those particular… items readily available for such a situation.”
She nodded, focusing on the food. She was famished and those French fries were looking really appetizing. She was going to have keep in mind to have some energy drinks or energy bars lying around to help her build up her stamin… a smile curled a corner of her lips and her eyes floated up to his face, Or she could build up her stamina without snacks… Then her brows furrowed. Vegeta’s brows were furrowed as he stared at their stain on the floor from their latest bout of intense love-making and he was right on the edge of scowling at it, she could tell. Why the Hell was he giving the Royal Saiyan stink-eye to—Wait. He, he doesn’t think—“Vegeta.” Her voice was soft.
His eyes snapped to her.
“I never had sex with him in here. He never came to my office. My home, yes, but never my office. He, he didn’t care enough to pay attention to what I did.”
Vegeta sat in silence. His eyes flitted back to the stain.
“I know.”
“What?”
“I haven’t been living in your parents’ home for long, but I did notice that he would never go into your lab, never go into these offices. You’re right, he had no problem going into your residence, into your… bedroom.”
“I’m a mess.”
“No, you are not, Bulma. He was a fool. And he didn’t deserve you. He wasn’t worthy of you. You are perfect.” He blushed and looked away from her. “At least… that’s what I think.” He grumbled under his breath.
She laughed.
“Tch.” He scoffed.
She stood up, but he refused to look at her. How dare she mock—She walked around her desk, up to him, and moved his arm out of the way so she could sit on his knee. He was face to face with her.
“I didn’t mean it like that. I meant I’m messy. When I’m working on a project, especially if it’s small, I bring it with me and I work on it here and you’ve seen my room and my lab, I’m a slob. The towels and everything is because I spill a lot of stuff when I’m working. Oil, glue, soda pop, coffee. I’m a mess.”
He stared at her. She beamed at him radiantly then leaned in, tilted her head, and kissed him. After a moment, he kissed her back, slipping the arm she had moved out of the way around her. When their kiss broke, she turned towards the food.
“You’re infuriating, Woman.” Vegeta’s attention turned to the food as well.
“And you’re an asshole,” she picked up a burger and turned back to him, “Now, your Highness, would you care for a bite?” She smiled at him.
He eyed her for a moment more then leaned forward and took a massive, Saiyan-sized bite out of the cold burger in her hands. She gaped at the size of his bite. And yet, he smirked to himself as he chewed leisurely, he wasn’t falling for it.
“Don’t tempt me.” She looked at him innocently. “I said don’t tempt me, Woman. You won’t want me to drip this burger down your throat then lick it from,” he leaned in to her, “your strawberry.”
She grinned, she knew he’d remember. She took a bite from the partially eaten burger and kept grinning at him as she chewed. He growled and took another bite of their shared burger, she took a bite then offered him the last of the burger. He took it and popped it into his mouth as she reached down and picked up another burger then plucked a few fries and ate them as he took another massive bite of their second burger. She plucked a few fries and offered them to him, he leaned forward and ate the fries from her fingers. She snuggled in closer to him, his arm held her closer still; he’d never shared a meal before.
* * *
Qira checked the clock and sighed. It was time to get Miss Briefs for her next appointment. And thank goodness that it wasn’t going to be held in her office. At first Qira had thought that she’d misheard her boss when she’d moaned ‘Yes’, but when she’d moaned ‘Push it back’ in a way that was absolutely, just… horny. It was more than telling that the rich and powerful heiress was getting laid by the incredibly sexy as Hell boyfriend she’d debuted days ago. And getting laid pretty damn well by the sound of her boss’ voice. Well, that and the half an hour request. Qira had no doubt that the office would reek of sex. While that might be an effective tactic of distracting and throwing off potential corporate opponents, she also knew that that was not how Miss Briefs conducted business. Despite her public persona of the rich, beautiful, risqué party girl, the truth was that the heiress was incredibly private… and she kept her relationships to herself. This… exhibitionism was very much unlike her. Even though everything was behind closed doors. It was the mere fact that they knew anything was going on in the first place that was different. Bulma Briefs had never brought anyone to her office’s before and technically still hadn’t, but her new man… he seemed to be feeding off of tracking her down for sex… And Miss Briefs was up for it!
First the conference room after a big contract meeting that had taken a ridiculous amount of time to finally get the signing of and now, another meeting, granted not nearly as important… Well, the Capricorn contract hadn’t exactly been important. They were yet another small company that needed Capsule Corp to save them, but it had been so contentious to negotiate. It had been clear from the beginning that the executives resented Capsule Corp’s involvement and had been even clearer about resenting the living shit out having to work with Doctor Briefs’ daughter rather than the man himself. It didn’t enter their thick, chauvinist skulls that no one had seen Doctor Briefs attend any function for at least two years now as the representative of Capsule Corp and it was blatantly obvious to anyone with eyes that the Doctor and his daughter were in the middle of transitioning control of the company from him to her. But that didn’t stop them from making the contract meetings a waking nightmare from which there seemed to be no escape in sigh from along with their creepy ass attempts at molesting Miss Briefs; Qira suspected the touchy-feely crap they put her boss through were to make it clear to her what they thought of her and her status in the company.
Now… this was again an unquestionably minor meeting with just some people looking to add Capsule Corp as sponsors for their own products, but if anyone walked into that office and got even the slightest hint that notorious party girl heiress Bulma Briefs had fucked some guy in there right before their meeting… Well, it’d be game over. They’d blab to the nearest camera and the story would be plastered across every glossy mag and be a major story for any gossip show within minutes. All this hard work would be for nothing. Miss Briefs would be disgraced, Capsule Corp would become an overnight joke, and everything would be lost.
This was crazy behavior. It was the behavior of a person who was… a person who was head over heels in love and lust with some fantastic person. Qira kept the smile at bay as she got to her feet. As she walked around her desk, unhurriedly so as to give Miss Briefs and her boyfriend as much time together as possible, the chief personal assistant couldn’t help but think that her boss deserved to have this man that made her happy, that shocked her with surprise lunch visits and lunchtime sex. The baseball player, playboy, ex didn’t do that. She frowned momentarily; actually it was quite legendary how he’d fucked some of the secretary pool behind Bulma’s back without the boss woman ever finding out. They’d have a fight and he’d wander through the offices ‘blowing off steam’ which somehow ended up with him hitting on some pretty secretary and getting her to blow him or get a quickie in in the janitor’s closet or the dumb woman’s car or his car. For those close to Miss Briefs, he disgusted them. At least this guy only seemed to have eyes for Bulma. That was good. Miss Briefs deserved that.
Facing the door, Qira took a moment then reached up, drew her hand into a loose fist, and—The door unlocked and opened! He standing there with Miss Briefs holding his hand beside him. Qira froze in shock for a moment then quickly recovered herself.
“Uh, um, it’s, it’s time for, for the meeting, Miss Briefs.” She hoped it wasn’t too apparent that her boss looked flushed and, and… Qira smiled, Bulma Briefs looked radiant in the midst of afterglow. And he looked proud to be beside her… and protective of her too. Yep, Miss Briefs deserved a guy like this.
“Do you have the prep ready?”
“Yes, Miss Briefs,” the assistant turned on her heels and returned to her desk to retrieve the file that they would take with them to the meeting.
Vegeta and Bulma stepped out of her office. He ignored the three other women as he turned to face his flushing bride. She seemed to literally glow after the passion of their love-making. It was mesmerizing. He stepped closer to her and slipped his free hand around her waist to the small of her back, pressing her to him. His eyes dark, intense, and undeniably full of fiery desire. She glanced uncomfortably at their audience, but he didn’t care about these pathetic mortals, all he could see was his Namekian Goddess.
“Bulma,” he husked. Her eyes met his. “Are you going to be home at the usual time?”
Usual time?! Has he been watching me? Timing me? Wait, he’s been paying attention to me the same way I’ve been paying attention to him? Bulma smiled. And he smirked. He knew she knew now. They’d been keeping tabs on each other’s routines long before that night at the club, long before she’d broken up with Yamcha for good. They’d been watching out for each other ever since they returned from Namek. Wow, neither of us really have forgotten about Namek. I guess… we were… only a matter of time. She brought up her free hand to play with the first button he used on her shirt, he’d buttoned it back up the same way he’d had it before, showing off his chest. She watched her fingernail trail beyond the confines of the fabric to his exposed flesh. She bit her lower lip, feeling heat repooling in her core again. His skin was still flushed as well. And she liked how intently he was watching her touch him. It was… kinky.
“Yeah,” she answered quietly.
He elicited a deep growl that snapped her wide eyes back to him and stilled the entire room.
“Good.”
She trembled. Holy Fuck! I almost came! I almost came just then!
“I’ll see you back at home tonight.”
Her chest heaved, “Back at home?”
He nodded, “Home.”
She couldn’t breathe. He leaned in and devoured her lips hungrily. She heard gasps around them as she closed her eyes and melted into the carnal animal that was Prince Vegeta. His talented tongue licked at hers, tasted every inch of her mouth, his teeth clicked against hers. It sent a zing through her entire body. And she felt what the sensation had done to him. Holy freaking Kami, they were ready for each other again!
When she clutched his shirt, he knew that she could feel his growing erection. Gods, he could smell her scent filling his nostrils, becoming more and more potent by the second… He could also hear the heavy breathing of the three women watching them. Suddenly it was vividly in his head, the way she’d panicked when they’d been essentially caught in the conference room… Her petrified ride in the elevator with him… Before things could get too out of hand right in front of her employees, again, Vegeta ended their passionate kiss. She panted and stared up at him imploringly. He frowned, Gods, I want to Woman. Don’t you understand? I’d scare all of these pathetic humans from this entire building and take you until you screamed the building down… And you made me scream it down as well. If he didn’t leave now…
He let go of her, turned, and walked away.
“Vegeta,” she called. He stopped and looked back at her. “I’ll be waiting.”
“No,” he smirked again, “I will be waiting.”
Her breathing picked up as her eyes sparkled. The grin on her face was priceless. As were the stupid expressions of the women around her. Vegeta turned again and finally left; he had to race back to the Gravity Room, he had to vent some of this energy. If he kept this pent up for her, he’d end up tearing her apart. No, he had to release some of this now!
Bulma just stared at the now closed doors to her offices. “Um, Qira, I believe we have a meeting to attend.”
“Yes,” the young woman squeaked then cleared her throat and returned her voice to a shaky normal, “yes, Miss Briefs.”
Her chief assistant held up the needed file and Bulma confidently led them out of her offices.
No sooner had the doors closed again then Scarlet spoke up.
“Oh my God, I think my ovaries exploded.”
“Uh-huh,” agreed T. M.
Somehow, someway, the two women managed to sit back down. It was even harder to figure out how they managed to return to doing their work.
* * *
If she didn’t know any better, she would have thought she was currently in Hell. But no, she was on Earth and working with people that constantly seemed to have a chip on their shoulders about everything. She had thought that this was going to be a nice relatively easy day of meetings with various reps from various companies, but that didn’t seem to be what Kami had in mind for her. With days like this, one would think that Capsule Corp was the most hated company in the world and she obviously the most hated person in the world. But sometimes, sometimes people just have really, really bad days. And they take it out on you.
Bulma Briefs had never felt more exhausted or stressed in her entire life and she’d been on alien planets under attack by despotic lizard king and his band of psychos… Actually she was now married to one of those psychos, but that was beside the point. Yet another meeting had gone horribly wrong and she and Qira ended up having to be the adults in the room because the others sure as Hell weren’t going to. Bulma finally dragged one bare foot up the last step then her other bare foot and stared longingly, forlornedly at her bedroom door. For the love of Kami that was a welcome sight. She trudged along with her heels in her hands. She turned the handle and stepped inside. With a heavy sigh, she leaned back against the door in the total darkness of her bedroom and let her body weight slam the thing shut. The back of her head thudded against it and as she closed her eyes and enjoyed a moment of silence. Finally, peace at last. She tossed her heels. Stupid things, but they were technically the only things that had spared her from losing it at the reps. Like Hell she was going to chuck some of her sexiest designer shoes at those assholes; they wouldn’t know how to appreciate the chicness.
She sighed again and covered her eyes. Kami, it had been a disaster. It was supposed to have been a simple, SIMPLE!, consultation, but no, these guys either hadn’t bother to pay attention to the memo she had sent to them beforehand or… well, they just hadn’t cared to. Or else they were stupid enough to think that the rules didn’t apply to them. It was ABC simple. Capsule Corp only has a certain amount of space it can give to other smaller companies to afford them a real shot and getting from a small pond into a big one. At the beginning of every year they collect applications to fill those spaces. And it is CRYSTAL CLEAR in the memo sent to every single applicant company that there are certain fundamental requirements that each company must fulfill to reside in Capsule Corp. Number 1! The applicant company must send the documentation that certifies that they are an actual business recognized by some Better Business Bureau or recognized legitimate local, state, or national government. Number freaking 2! The applicant companies are only allotted the SINGLE YEAR to work on whatever project they had made their application based on. And Number fucking 3! At the end of said year, the applicant company and it’s project are essentially ‘graduated’ from Capsule Corp, meaning they are cut loose from the Capsule Corp facilities, financing, and commercial, advertising, and sponsorship supports. The applicant company is back on their own with absolutely no help from Capsule Corp whatsoever and Capsule Corp is under no obligation to provide further assistance to said applicant company on it’s submitted project or any other project. If the applicant company wishes to submit another project, it must reapply with the new project as it’s basis for application and undergo the review and approval process all over again.
“It’s that FUCKING simple!” She shouted at the dark.
Silence answered her.
She sighed again, her hands fell from her eyes, and she pushed herself off of her door. Even in complete darkness, she knew her room absolutely. How else could she navigate the thing while also keeping it a total pig sty. She mentally counted off the steps to her vanity. She unbuttoned her blouse and let it fall on her vanity seat then reached around and undid the button of her skirt, unzipped it, and slipped it off her hips. Letting it fall to the floor. Maybe, just maybe she could forget this day ever happened with a nice evening soak in her jetted, infinity bathtub. Get some ramen for a midnight dinner with a glass of that fruity chardonnay her Mother had bought not to long ago… Yeah, that sounded really good to her right now. She reached behind her and undid her bra, slipping the black satin number down her arms and dropping it onto the floor. The matching thong soon followed. As soon as Bulma straightened back up, a light came on.
She jumped with a startled gasp too caught off guard and her mind too sluggish to think to scream. She caught herself on her vanity after stumbling onto it. She immediately looked to her nightstand that was the only place in her room where a light that soft and golden could come from. Bulma gaped.
There he was. Vegeta was sitting up in her bed. Her pink sheets covering his lower body, but it was clear to see that he wasn’t wearing anything on underneath those sheets. Vegeta smirked at her, lowering his hand from the lamp’s switch to rest on his lap. It disappeared behind the fabric-covered, distinctly shaped mound. Yep, he was definitely had a raging, fucking hard on for her. He indeed had been waiting for her. And was really happy to see her.
“Hard day?” He teased her by putting on lascivious emphasis. “Want to take it out on someone?”
She grinned. She loved his bedroom voice, especially when he went so far as to talk dirty to her. He may call her the vulgar one, but he had a gift for making her wet when he decided to get as close to vulgar as he possibly could. He sniffed the air… and growled deep, low, and so fucking sexily. He grinned something wicked at her. Yep, he knew she was wet for him already.
Well, no sense in denying it. She sauntered over to the bottom end of her bed. His eyes followed her. Prowling her. Hunting her. She bit her lower lip. She paused for a moment so that he could get a good, long look at her naked body before she leaned over and placed both her palms on the soft sheets. She lifted a knee onto the bed. His eyes sparkled. Then her other leg joined her body on the bed. He licked his lips and nearly came. She kept her eyes locked with his as she slowly crawled up the bed to him. It’s a new version of their game for them to play. Both being hunter and prey at the same time. A sexual battle of wills and hungers. Yummy.
She intentionally crawled up his legs and got a good welcoming sight of his manhood leaking precum onto the bedsheet cover it from her view. This time it was her turn to lick her lips and she saw his eyes let her know that it was anguish to stop himself from cumming just a moment ago. She kept crawling until she was over his lap. Her lips met his waiting lips. Her eager core hovering just barely over his erection. She broke their kiss but her lips never left his before she gave him another kiss… then another… and another, seductively, enticingly. She down between them and took the hem of her sheet at his stomach between her fingertips. They shared another kiss, tilting their heads to taste each other deeper and deeper. Their tongues tangling in quick sparring matches lasting as long as each plunge into each other’s depths. She pulled the sheet up… kiss… and down, exposing his dripping cock to the cool air. He hissed in between kisses and she grinned devilishly.
“Hard day?” She purred teasingly against his lips. “Want to take it out on someone?”
“Vulgar Woman.” He growled.
“You like me vulgar. And loud.” She leaned back from his lips as her hands reached down between them and caressed his wet head. Vegeta’s eyes narrowed and his cheeks flushed as he groaned at her gentle touch. She caressed his head again. He dribbled fresh precum. She smoothed the liquid over his tip, slicking him and her fingers with his juices. He leaked more precum and she smoothed it down his shaft, massaging it. Suddenly his hands abandoned their white-knuckle grip on the sheets beside his hips and gripped her upper arms. She cooed softly at his touch; he wasn’t hurting her but he was letting her know that he was at her mercy, willingly. She repositioned herself over his bulging, wet head. She held him in place as she lowered her hips. He hissed, she gasped when his head touched her wet lips. She let her head fall back, mouth slack with pleasure as she lowered herself further. His hard manhood parting her wet lips and spreading her hot pussy. She slowly slid easily down his engorged cock. Vegeta buried his forehead against her chest, his grip on her arms tightening, his jaw slackened with the unbearable pleasure she enveloped him in. When he filled her to his hilt, Bulma lightened her touch so that just the tips of her fingernails were grazing his skin. She dragged her nails to take of hold of his chiseled hips. She bowed her head, smelling his hair. Salt, sweat, and his own unique spice that tickled her nose and wetted her appetite. She gradually raised herself then lowered herself again.
“Hnnngh,” Vegeta moaned.
Bulma raised herself and lowered herself again.
“More,” he begged, barely above a panged whisper.
Quickly she wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him close to her, and he wrapped his arms around her, clinging to her like she was salvation. She began working her hips more, bouncing on his cock; spending the rest of the night riding her husband until they both walked funny.
* * *
He had to work off more energy again… okay, so it was pent up tension, he needed to work off pent up tension. He’d woken up this morning to a somewhat chilly breeze coming through the still opened door of her balcony that he had entered through to surprise her in bed just in case she actually had made it back sooner than he’d expected. It wasn’t that he couldn’t sense her ki, he’d been able to do that since their first intimate moment on Namek; it was that, he hated to admit this even to himself, but she was distracting him more than usual.
“Initiate gravity simulation. Four hundred times planet’s own gravity. Warning simulation exceeds human biological tolerance levels.” He zipped from one end of the Gravity Chamber to the other. He could still feel the pressure in the chamber’s air as he flew in it, but it was no longer oppressive, no longer holding him back or holding him down. He snapped out a solid kick at nothing. It was fast. Spot on. Easy.
It was only natural, he knew that. She is his mate. Of course he’d be extremely attentive to her presence and her needs. He sensed every fluctuation in her ki due to her emotions easily. That wasn’t the problem.
Suddenly he zipped downward towards the ground faster than the eye could see. He landed gracefully on his hands and flipped to his feet then back flipped back onto his hands. Flip after flip after flip across the red floor at a break neck speed should he slip. But he had absolutely no intention of slipping and breaking anything.
What the problem was was that Vegeta only thought about those things, only sensed them. She flooded every fiber of him. Overwhelmed him every moment of every day and night. In truth, she always had but he had kept all of that at bay out of respect for her and her relationship with another no matter how low he thought that other was. But now that she was his for the rest of their lives. He didn’t even think to keep anything at bay.
He jumped up into the air on powerful legs. Zipping in and out of sight before reappearing with a strong, debilitating punch in the air.
…anything except his pursuit of the Legendary.
He zipped again out of sight. Seemingly invisibly flying in a bizarre corkscrew to the ground. Nearing it. Diving away in a fluid motion like he was a gale force wind all himself. He roared with the effort. At the pull on him from below as he zipped back up into the air and somersaulted. Landing in the air for a moment before somersaulting in a temporary freefall. He zipped suddenly right. And came back up with his muscle-rippling body stretched out in all its elegant, sinewy glory for another crushing kick at the air. He spun for another sudden kick. He zipped back to the ground.
Somehow, someway Vegeta had… … He’d forgotten about wanting to become a Super Saiyan.
He landed with a shuddered thud. But it didn’t affect him at all. He couldn’t let it even though he felt it rattled his already clenched teeth. Immediately he delivered a devastating punch just as hard as his landing to his invisible foe. He popped up. Turned to deliver a face-on high kick to the head of another imaginary attacker trying to come at him from behind. But it was a feint. He disappeared in another zip to a different part of the Chamber again.
Suddenly he dipped! The brutal pull of gravity nearly knocked him out of the air. He gasped. Reset his teeth. And surged to another spot that took him in and out of human sight. That had been too close. Way too close.
He did flip after mid-air flip. Allowing his body to fall for a second before pulling his body into a tight ball and spinning. His body lifting and dipping at his control. This was his fight to dominate. His to control.
And that was the problem. He had originally began pursuing her because of the personal connection he suspected was so very critical to unlocking Super Saiyan status, but now it was out of hand. Now it was a distraction. A limitation?
He spun tighter. Faster. Hurling himself like a ball of barely sheathed rage at the floor. Then pulling himself out of his form to land with an slight tap of his feet on the tile floor, intimidating in it’s blatant ease. Showing his control at it’s best.
He shook his head. No. It wasn’t. He could feel that much. He was on the right course. He was closer than ever now. Too close. Way too close. But still not there.
He stood there. Panting. Staring down no one. His body feeling every effort he’d made in his training session and showing it off in the set of his stance’s shoulders. Finely etched muscles bearing her mark claiming him as her mate on the nape of his neck. Moments like this made him feel it the most. His new scar. The sweat slipped over his skin and along the trails of etched by his body’s impressive musculature.
That was the rub.
He stood there and let gravity crush him. Then he tried to raise his arms. He gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and his own exhausted muscles that were traitorously adding gravity’s assault on him. Little by little. Shaking violently with the exertion. They rose in defiance.
Making a personal connection, maintaining it, wasn’t enough. It was balancing?—No,… managing?... Yes. That was it. Managing this personal connection was the next step. Kakkarot wallowed in his sentimentality like a pig in mud, but Vegeta, the mighty Prince of All Saiyans… he… he… he’d never really had any concept of that sentimentality as anything other than a supreme weakness to be despised and disgusted by if not snuffed out as viciously as possible. This… these feelings were so easy, so comfortable when she touched him, when he touched her. But in her presence or alone with his own thoughts, it all terrified the fuck out of him! And Prince Vegeta didn’t like being terrified… it brought back so many dark memories… so much of his past… he didn’t want to go back there. Not ever again. It was, it was too much. And he wouldn’t ever dare let any of that get even remotely near his Bulma. Not ever!
Suddenly he felt it! The gravity was easing!
“Gravity simulation shutting down.” The computer announced.
“NO!” He shouted. But it refused to obey him.
He turned on wobble legs to face the door to the Gravity Chamber. Who would fucking dare to—
She was standing there when the door opened. Her hair a puff of curls held back from her beautiful face by a stupid blue headband. It wasn’t the color, he liked her in Royal blue, it was the headband itself that bothered him. He hated the way it held her curls back; he loved it when her hair framed her beautiful face especially when it was flushed with the heat of their passion for each other, the way her curls bounced with each and every thrust the same way her magnificent breasts did. He hated it when she wore headbands—his eyes travelled further down her perfect body. And bugged! She was—She was—He couldn’t fucking form words! She was wearing his Badman shirt! And lace white silk stockings!
She stepped inside… closed the door behind her… and locked it. She stared him down with a luscious smirk and cocked her hip to the left, her hands gently pulling at the hem of the shirt… He sniffed the air and smirked as he felt his cock twitch inside the tight confines of his workout shorts, she wasn’t wearing any underwear. She caught sight of his smirk and stopped… then bit her lower lip, his favorite enticement.
“Hungry, Saiyan?”
He growled, lifted a leg, yanked his sneaker off then flung it somewhere. He stared her down as he did the same with his other sneaker.
“Good,” she purred.
His erection was full.
She slinked over to him. Her fingers slipping up her body the way his tongue did and began undoing the shirt buttons… exposing those perfect breasts and her strawberries that were ripe for tasting. She was right in front of him before she slipped their favorite shirt of his from her elegant, pale shoulders and hung her arms by her sides so the fabric could fall away from her body and pool at their feet. Her scent filled the room. She stepped closer and put her hands on his chest. He nearly winced as his cock twitched again, instead hissing at her with lusty eyes. She leaned forward and nuzzled his neck.
“Oh fuuuuck,” he moaned and let his head fall back with closed eyes. He was so vulnerable like this. But he wanted her to take him.
She did. Her lips parted just enough for her tongue to reach for his salty, wet skin. He groaned at the contact. She licked up his pulse line. He grabbed her hips and pressed her to him so she could feel his manhood torturing him with it’s excited girth. He felt it leak precum.
“Gods, I nearly came,” he told her.
She giggled darkly against his neck. Then licked his pulse line again.
He couldn’t take it anymore! He grabbed his waistband, but suddenly her hands were there and shoved his away. He clenched his fists, clenched his teeth, the unforgivable thought of begging her crossed his mind before he felt her fingers wriggle in between the fabric and his body and begin pulling his pants down. She lowered with it. Grazing her hot lips over his wet flesh as she did. He did it! He came! He looked down as his body trembled and shuddered while jets of white cream shot from his engorged tip onto her pale skin. Slicking her stomach… then up between her perfect breasts… up her throat… past her jaw with an oozing trail of seed. Her searing hot tongue licked at the cleft of his tip like he was a delicious lollipop deserving of taking her time to indulge in the flavor of.
“Oh fuck,” he gasped. Cheeks flushed. His whole body flushed. His eyes half-lidded. He sunk his hands into those bouncy teal tresses.
She dipped her head under his shaft. Another squirt shot out when he felt the tip of her tongue at the base of his cock. His balls ached. Her tongue trailed up his cock and his hands trembled in her hair.
“Bulma.” His voice was weak from tension.
Those entrancing sapphire orbs looked up at him, half-lidded and panged with all the anguish aching desire was. She reached up and took his hands gently in hers. She tugged ever so slightly and obeyed her silent command to kneel with her. She slipped her hands to his neck as she leaned in and kissed him. He devoured her mouth. The scent of his cum on her skin boiling the blood in his veins. She leaned into him, pushed him further, and he sat back on his heels, his hands gripping his ass cheeks desperately. She climbed onto his lap with his grip’s help. Easily sliding down onto his stiff member. He worked her hips on him for her. He moaned with the feel of her enveloping him. She moaned with the feel of him filling her completely. It didn’t take long for their kiss to break so she could scream against his lips. He felt her body tensing. He gripped her harder, practically embedding his fingerprints in the supple flesh of her ass. Her back arched but he couldn’t catch her. If he let go of her… Gods, he couldn’t! He needed her to cum! He needed to cum inside her! Shatter her into a million pieces all screaming his name with carnal abandon!
“BULMA! GODS, BULMA!!”
“VEGETA!” She shrieked as she leaned back with the top of her head hitting the tiled floor. He kept thrusting! Kept moving her hips! Watched her strawberries bounce! Watched those curls bounce!
“UHHNNNGG! VEGETA, KAMI, VEGETA!! MORE, PLEASE MORE!!” Her screams echoed off the walls gloriously.
He gripped her harder. His fingers digging in as his hips and cock bore down on her. She wailed! He gritted his teeth, “HA!! HA!! HA!! HA!!”
She flailed. Her arms writhing over the tiles above her head. Her bent legs bobbing then shook! She was cumming! He slammed his cock into her with a roar that tore at his own throat! Cumming! He felt more squirts shoot deep inside her. Felt her warm cunt welcoming him deeper with quake after quake. His slammed his hips into her again. More squirts. The walls of her pussy milking his cock. He felt their juices ooze over his manhood. Heard it drip and seep onto the floor underneath her ass as he held her hips above still smashed to his crotch. She’d squirted again, sending some of their juices to the floor.
It took a moment for their bodies to still. Her eyes opened to find his… Vegeta nodded and slipped his hands under body to gather her up in his arms. He got to his feet with extreme effort and made his way over to the computer’s console on shaky legs. He sat her down on the edge of the console. No sooner had the cold metal touched her hot ass then she immediately latched onto his neck, her thumbs holding his jaw firm. Her forehead was against his. She stared into his eyes. He weakened in the face of their intensity.
“Computer, initiate Evening Protocols.”
He had no idea what she talking about.
“Initiating Evening Protocols.” The computer complied.
The windows suddenly tinted with images of a starfield. The lights in dimmed until the lighting gave the effect of a moonlit night. He stared into her eyes, feeling every drip of sweat trickling down his body. Caught the glimpse of ‘moonlight’ reflecting off of her wet skin, the starlight shimmering on her thigh. Her hair was radiant. Despite the exhaustion he felt, every fiber of his body reacted to her like she was some kind of human form sensu bean. He felt his cock twitch inside her. Her fingers dug into him. Her teeth gritted. Her eyes blazing. He hissed between his clenched teeth. His fingers digging into her left butt cheek and under her right thigh. He felt the fire growing in his own eyes.
“Ready for seconds?”
She didn’t give him a chance to answer as she mashed her lips to his, feeding him her tongue. His hips feeding her his cock over and over.
* * *
They spent the night in the Gravity Chamber’s lower level, grabbing a quick meal of protein bars and water before continuing. The protocol even reaching the lower level’s living quarters. He sat on the bed of lavender grey sheets with her facing him on his lap. She gripped under his knee with one hand, the back of his neck with her other. Using his own body as leverage as she ground her hips in circles that left him speechless except for his groans and moans of pleasure. He held onto her ass for dear life while her fantastic breasts bounced and mashed against his chest. The night belonged to them and them alone.
* * *
Days past. Weeks. Nearly every free moment they had, they spent together. Sharing their bodies. Making up for the time lost since Namek and now. Sometimes he’d surprise her at work for lunch, ‘feasting’ on her, or showing up at the end of the work day, turning her office into their own personal den iniquity after all her employees had gone. Sometimes she’d surprise him in the Gravity Chamber, giving him some ‘stamina training’ in the bedroom of the Chamber’s lower level for hours on end. She constantly amazed him as she kept pace with him and her own work while his body, his mind, his soul were being pushed to the limits. But he could feel with each passing moment the Legendary getting closer and closer. There were moments he honestly could feel it right at his fingertips if only he could turn the key in the lock. He was on the right path, she kept him on the right path. Until.
The sun had just begun to shine hazy, golden rays through her opened balcony doors. She had been snuggled into his body. Her hands resting comfortably on his ass beneath the sheets. Her pillow a combination of her actual pillow and his muscular bicep, his other arm wrapped lovingly over her with his hand holding as much of the warm, comfy sheets to her back. His lips buried in the soft small hair where her hairline bet her forehead. Her soft breaths gently puffing into his chest… then her breathing picked up, that was the first thing he noticed while he tried to conceal that he woke early every morning just to enjoy being in her arms before having to leave for training… then she’d shifted, her breathing picking up more… then she began making swallow sounds even though she had nothing to swallow except her own saliva… she stirred again, made an unhappy sound, panting now. For a moment, Vegeta thought she was having a sexual dream about him. Until her eyes shot open and turned away from him but remaining under the comfort of his arm. He could tell she was fully awake now. She was restless, her mouth smacking with her continuing efforts to swallow down her spit, panting. Suddenly she dove out of bed. Vegeta sat bolt upright and watched her naked body run for the bathroom. She dove inside. Vegeta stared at the opened door. If the Woman had to go—
BLEEERGH!
She was vomiting into the toilet. He hesitated for a moment then…
BLEEERGH!
Vegeta got out of bed, “Bulma?”
The bathroom door slammed shut. He stopped in mid-reach for his pants thrown on the floor. He walked up to the door as the muffled vomiting behind continued. Vegeta bowed his head, closed his eyes, and felt her ki. It fluctuated with her emotions and the strain of how sick she was, but it didn’t seem anymore or less destressed than she was doing something she was uncomfortable with and that he could understand. He opened his eyes. And thought better of mentioning that he was right outside the door. If she had a problem with him being able to listen in or enter before, then she’d most likely have a problem with knowing that he was waiting right outside the door… Screw it, “Woman, I’m here if you need me.” And left it at that.
He returned to their bed and slipped back under the pink sheets. He sat up and eyed the closed bathroom door. Her ki told him that she’d heard him and that his comment had comforted her some, but she was still uncomfortable. At least he had made the right call… Thinking of it though, it aggravated the shit out of him that he knew what her ki felt like when she was uncomfortable. He picked up on it first when he used her ki to help him find that conference room she’d been in when he stopped by to take her back to her room to make-love to her for the whole day and night. He hadn’t like how it had felt then. In fact it had given him a sense of urgency to get to her faster. To discover that it was these men who tried to treat her as less than, treated her like… Like how her ex treated her, that made him even angrier. Since then he’d developed the ability to sense the signal of her ki so that he could keep a constant eye on her. Any time he sensed that discomfort, he quit training early, dressed for lunch with her, and went over to Capsule Corp to surprise her. She’s gotten used to his surprises, perhaps expecting them, but the men that made her feel uncomfortable got a shock that they wouldn’t soon forget—
The toilet flushed then the door opened. Bulma walked out looking pale and flushed all at once. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and sniffed. Her eyes looked tired and exhausted. She looked… frail. It disturbed him. He didn’t like how weak she looked, how weaked her ki suddenly felt to him. She made her way around to her side of the bed and crawled in under the sheets beside him. Then shocked him by turning her back on him. He stared at her. After a few moments she shivered from some chill only she could feel. He laid down beside her, facing her… then inched closer to her until his front was pressed to her back, providing warmth. In response, she turned even more away from him, hugging her pillow with a whimper. No, she wasn’t going to put him off that easily. Things were different now. They were mates now, married. Carefully, he closed the distance again and draped his body over hers. He slipped his arm up over hers to cover her completely with his warmth. He pressed his cheek to the back of her head and rested his chin gently between her shoulder blades so that his lips were pressed to one. For a moment she was tense beneath him. She didn’t like showing weakness to anyone anymore than he did. But she relented and eased into his protective warmth. They went back to sleep… well, she went back to sleep, he kept awake for the few hours more until it would be time for them to wake and go to their respective works. Even in her sleep she shivered from time to time. And it was fitful. She would shift this way and that, never getting comfortable for long. But he kept still, providing her with something constant and unwavering while her body would not.
When her annoying alarm sounded that it was time, she rose slowly and groggily turned the shrieking thing off. Rubbed her tired eyes. All under his careful gaze. Then she gulped once, twice then hurried to the bathroom again. He waited and his suspicion was confirmed, she was sick again and vomiting into the toilet. He frowned as he picked his pants up off the floor and slipped them on. He hesitated for a fraction before walking over to the closed door.
“Woman, I will bath and dress back in the other room. But I will walk you down to breakfast.”
“Don’t,” her voice was strained then she vomited again.
He nodded, he didn’t agree with nor did he like it, but he was going to respect his mate’s wishes, “Very well then.”
He stayed at the door until she vomited again then reluctantly stepped away from it. He gathered the rest of his clothes from the floor. He gave her closed door one last look before leaving for his old room.
* * *
Vegeta liked showering without her and dressing without being able to catch her watching him dress and spying her dressing herself as well beside him even less than he did sensing her being sick. But still he walked into the kitchen without her. The Mother was there cooking the Saiyan sized breakfast that seemed to delight her beyond rationality and as usual the Father was already sat at the table with a half-eaten muffin and a half-drunk cup of coffee in front of the opened newspaper blocking him from general view.
“Oh, Vegeta!” The Mother chirped excessively brightly, “Good morning!”
Vegeta took his seat and began to dig into his mountain of pancakes soaked in butter and syrup that had clearly been waiting for him.
“Where’s Bulma?” She flipped another batch of pancakes that was the beginning of another mountain for him.
“She sick this morning.” He grunted, shoving another forkful in his mouth and chewing without tasting or thinking. His mind was on his mate, continuing to monitor her ki. He could tell she wasn’t vomiting anymore, but she still was not happy as she moved about their bedroom.
Suddenly he noticed the abrupt lack of normalcy in the room. He looked up. The Father had the paper folded down so he could stare at Vegeta with Why the Hell is he grinning at me?! Vegeta turned and saw the Mother standing over her pancake griddle and Why the Hell is she grinning at me?!
“What?” Vegeta demanded.
The parents gave each other a look. Vegeta’s eyes narrowed as the blatant lie left the Mother’s lips, “Oh, nothing Dear.” She looked away, returning to her pancakes with a giggle. Vegeta turned, the paper was back up. But the Saiyan Prince couldn’t help noticing the overwhelming sense of excitement in the room now. Every nerve of his body was on edge as he went back to his pancakes. He was on high alert.
He heard the sounds of heels clicking down the stairs. Damn her, he glared at the doorway, waiting for her to show up, she’s been vomiting all morning and she’s still wearing those blasted things rather than some sensible shoes. She finally showed up in the doorway and his glare darkened even further. She was wearing business attire. A nice black button up silk blouse, a black formfitting pencil skirt, and black stiletto heels to go with the grim ensemble. It didn’t escape his notice that her choices were meant to conceal how pale she was and she’d added pink eye makeup and lip gloss to conceal anything else. She still looked stunning, but he knew what she was hiding and he didn’t like any of this at all—She took one sniff, greened, slapped her hand over mouth, and raced down the next hall to the bathroom on that level. Vegeta’s eyes narrowed, his expression truly dark, but it was covering up his own fear. Something was wrong with his mate. Something he couldn’t fix or protect her from—Heart disease… The boy from the future’s voice rang in his ears. Kakkarot, he gritted his teeth. What if that boy’s presence had altered things in ways he hadn’t expected? Maybe by saving Kakaarot, Vegeta swallowed hard, maybe another would die in his place. Maybe Bulma… No, he shook his head, Just fucking NO!
The Mother placed a plate at the chair beside him. He glanced over. It was practically bare. And so bizarre. It had slices of sharp cheddar cheese and large sour pickles. Then she placed a glass of, he sniffed, apple juice next to it. What the Hell was that for?!
Bulma came back in, one hand wiping her mouth and the other covering her queasy stomach, and her Mother immediately went to her. “Come sit down and eat and drink this, Dear. It’ll help. Trust me.”
Bulma did without question. Quietly, which scared him even more, Bulma sat down and picked up a slice of cheese. She took a small bite, chewed gingerly, clearly judging how her body was reacting… then swallowed and went in for a slightly bigger bite… then a small sip of juice… before another bigger sip… then a bite of pickle… and another… another. It did ease him that she was eating and it seemed to be staying down. More than that, he could sense that it was taking her discomfort away, calming her stomach.
“Take it easy at work today, Honey, okay?”
“Yes, Dad.”
“I will join you for lunch.” Vegeta grumbled beside her, tucking into a plateful of sausages while waiting for his second pile of pancakes.
“I…”
“Not that sort of lunch, a real one,” he whispered.
“Oh… okay, that’ll be nice.”
He side-eyed her. Something was very wrong.
* * *
Her Mother had packed a lunch of more cheese slices and sour pickles and apple juice. When he showed up with them at Bulma’s office, she looked relieved to see him. He sat at her desk, she sat in his lap (at his demand, he refused for her to be out of his reach and protective care), and he watched her devour it all. Apparently, this was all she could really stomach today. He didn’t eat. Just kept guard over her and made sure she ate.
* * *
In the evening, it was just like in the morning. She ate a dinner of more cheese, pickles, and juice. They settled in to bed and he was just about to wrap his arms around her and keep her close to him when she suddenly jumped out of bed and bolted for the bathroom. Vomiting. He frowned at the closed door. No, he didn’t like her being sick at all.
* * *
His fear only grew as the days passed and she spent the mornings and evenings vomiting. The only meals she had consisted of sharp cheddar cheese (she’d forgone the delicacy of slices and just bit chunks off the brick of cheese), large sour pickles, and apple juice. After a week, Vegeta was ready to tear the place apart. At night, with her finally settled in his arms as she had that first morning of illness after a session of vomiting again, “You are going to the doctor tomorrow. Do you understand? No work. Nothing except your doctor,” he growled by her ear.
“Already have an appointment for first thing in the morning and Dad is handling things with the Company so I can have the day off.”
“Good.”
… “Vegeta?”
“What?”
“I love you too.” He felt her grin.
“Stop that, Woman,” it felt so good for her to smile again, “Otherwise I might have to give you something else to smile about.”
A soft giggle shook her tiny, little body (it made for a nice change from her near constant shiver at the nonexistent cold) and he crushed her a little closer to him, kissing her shoulder blade.
* * *
He wasted another drone. She would be mad at him for that, but he couldn’t help it more than he usually couldn’t help it. She’d gotten up earlier than normal to get to her Doctor on time. He’d risen with and intentionally fought her on getting ready. Vegeta had flatly refused to go shower and dress in his training clothes in his old room. Not today. At the very least he was going to stay in the room while she vomited then bathed then vomited again then dressed for her appointment before vomiting again prior to leaving. It had bothered him that she demanded that the bathroom door stayed shut. Enraged him actually. But he didn’t push the issue. He wanted her as well as possible for her appointment. When she was gone, he showered then dressed and went to train.
He appeared behind another drone extended his bare hand and blasted it to scrap metal. He gritted his teeth, seething. Then zipped out of sight again to set up another attack on another drone. She’d returned an hour later. He’d immediately stopped his training to seek her out back in their room. She was changing into a pair of loose sweatshorts and a baggy sweatshirt when he gotten to her balcony and entered the room.
The drone didn’t even see him coming. It made a rather nice debris field on the tiled floor below. He zipped out of sight again. When he’d asked her what happened during her appointment, she told him that the Doctor had checked her and also took some of her blood to study just to be sure. He frowned, again and for the same reason as he’d frowned then. The need to analyze blood didn’t sit well with him. If it were something as simple as a cold, why the Hell would they need her blood?! No, something worse was going on. He, Vegeta’s flight faltered, he landed and stared at the ground… Dark thoughts swirled in his head. Thoughts he couldn’t bring himself to ignore or forget or speak even to himself. He squeezed his eyes shut. Clenching his fists. Gritting his teeth. No, he wasn’t…
Everything you love dies.
“SHUT UP!!!!!” He roared.
You’ll lose her.
“NO I WON’T!!!!!”
Yes.
“NO!!!!!” His power up annihilated the last of the drones. Nothing survived.
He stood there. A raging flame of ki. He wouldn’t lose her! Not now! Not ever!
Two hours! She told him two hours before the stupid Doctor would call her back with her blood results! He fumed. “Computer! What’s the fucking time!”
He didn’t even hear it answer him. Her ki was moving. He froze. She was anxious. Her ki stopped. It must be the phone call. Had to be. He waited… feeling her emotions intensify—“BULMA!” He screamed, flying at the door.
Her ki had changed! She was in distress! The fucking door wouldn’t open! He stood back, poised to blast it out of his way when he remembered that the simulation was still active. It would unlock the door unless he shut it down and she’d kill him if he destroyed the Chamber again.
“SHUT DOWN! SHUT THE FUCK DOWN!”
He waited agonizing seconds as the stupidly slow machine complied. He kept track of her ki. She was scared of something. Frightened of what the Doctor must have told her. Fear gripped his heart like ice. In the back of his mind he swore he heard Frieza’s cackle. You’re going to lose her. Everything you love dies. His mind was racing. His heart was racing. Everything was racing except the Gods damn machine! He sensed her ki suddenly race too. He startled. Eyes wide as icy fingernails sunk into his heart. Then he felt it, she was vomiting again. Great, just what she needs. She’s scared and puking her guts out.
CLICK.
Vegeta kicked open the door and flew directly for the balcony of their room. She’d been taking a nap in there. He landed and raced into the room. He bolted for the opened bathroom door. He got there just in time to see her…
“Buaaaaaaahhhrrrrgg.” With her head over the toilet. Heard the splashing. Her whole body shook violently. She tried to come up for air, but gagged and, “Buaaaaaahhhrrgg!”
This time was different. She saw her flail. Grip the porcelain. Desperation seized him. Vegeta dove for her. He was at her side.
“What is it?!” He gripped her arms. She tried to speak, gagged, and keep her head over the open bowl.
Vegeta shook. She strained. Her face turning bright red. Her voice went raw as she tried to throw up again but could only manage massive, painful heaves. She squeezed her eyes shut. Tears running from her eyes.
“Bulma! Please! Tell me! Gods damn it, tell me Woman!”
Her body finally let up.
“I’m…,” she wept, “I’m… pregnant.” She heaved violently again.
Vegeta froze. His mouth falling open. Frieza cackled in his head and… something else, someone else. My son… “No,” he gasped. Frieza cackled even louder.
“What,” she croaked. She looked up at him with a stricken face. Blood shot eyes. Beet red skin. Snot dripping from her nose.
He let go of her like she’d electrocuted him. But the shock was much greater! Never forget… His Father’s voice tormented. He was going to be a father!
“No.” He remembered his Father handing him over to Frieza. No goodbye. Nothing. “No.”
Bulma stared at him, “Vegeta?”
Nothing except that disgusting lizard’s smile! His Father handed hi over to that! Without a… Without a… “How dare you.” He raged.
“Vegeta.” She sobbed. He saw her tears. Remembered his own. He backed away from her slowly.
“How dare you do this to me.” He accused.
She broke down. She broke down in front of him. Because of him. “Please,” she cried, “Please, Vege- Vege- Vegetaaaa.” She wailed, reaching for him.
He slammed himself back against the doorframe. “Don’t you dare! Don’t you even fucking dare! You… You… You…”
“Vegetaaaa.” He saw her hand reaching for him. Remembered another hand reaching for him.
He flung himself back into the room. “Don’t you touch me! Don’t you fucking touch me! How dare you do this to me! How dare you bring this… this… cancer here!!!”
His blood roared in his ears! He ran! Vegeta turned and ran! He flew away from her! Flew from her room! Flew away from Capsule Corp! Flew away from the city!
* * *
The wind tore at him like hands. Reaching for him. Snatching at him before he slipped through their fingers. Her fingers… Vegeta screamed at the wind. Tears filling his eyes before being ripped away from his cheeks by the power of his flight. That was worst of all. He’d betrayed her. Hurt her worse than Yamcha ever thought of hurting her. Vegeta had abandoned Bulma when she was most vulnerable…
My son…
“Shut the fuck up! Shut the fuck up, you asshole!”
My son…
“Don’t call me that! Don’t you ever call me that.” Vegeta’s voice broke with all the pain he’d kept locked away for decades. “You gave me up! You threw me away to that… that monster! You’re a monster!”
Never forget…
“How could I! How could I ever forget what that lizard did to me! How could I ever forget that you let him do that to me!”
…
“How could you… How could you abandon me like that.”
Vegeta wept. Fiercely wiping away tears with a gloved hand. A glove she had made him. He stared at his glove with water blurred vision. “My Bulma,” he whispered, his anguish too deep, too profound, too much. For him.
Vegetaaa… He heard her weeping in his mind… Then he heard Frieza’s unmistakable cackle.
Vegeta stopped. Staring at his glove. “DON’T YOU DARE TOUCH HER!!!!”
The cackle didn’t stop, but something inside Vegeta finally broke through. He clenched his fist so tight it shook.
“Don’t you dare touch either of them. They are mine. They are mine to protect. They are mine… to love.”
Suddenly his attention snapped to the right. What the Hell was that?! It was a massive power. His eyes widened, The Androids?! It couldn’t be! I have to get her off the planet! I have to get all of them off the planet! But just as suddenly as his fear had reared it’s head again, he sensed something familiar that sent it away again… Kakkarot’s brat? Is that Kakkarot’s brat?
Vegeta flew towards where he sensed the massive ki coming from. It wasn’t the only one in that direction. But it was the strongest. He could sense three kis… moving… After half an hour, he was within sight of them: Kakkarot, his brat, and the Namekian. Vegeta kept his distance and watched. The clown and the Namekian were sparring against the child. He glared. They were faster than he remembered. Much faster. Had he fallen so far behind that even—The brat unleashed a massive ki blast at the two! Vegeta gaped. H-h-he’s so strong! How is that even possible? How can the half-bred offspring of that oaf of a third-class warrior be so powerful? He’s not even—Son began sparring one-on-one with Father.
The child’s speed was impressive, but, Vegeta’s eyes narrowed, he was slow. Far too slow. Kakkarot delivered a swift kick to his son’s gut then a punishing blow that sent the child hurtling towards the ground. Vegeta crossed his arms over his chest; honestly, he never thought the soft-hearted buffoon had it in him to hurt his own child in the name of ensuring that that child grew strong enough to take on far more powerful enemies that would use far less mercy if any at all. The brat recovered and charged at his Father. Vegeta caught the glint in the child’s eye. That ferocity was pure Saiyan.
“That’s my boy.”
Vegeta startled. It was Kakkarot’s voice, there was no doubting that. Admiring the tenacity of his child, the fierce warrior that child was becoming in order to take on the Androids… The Pride… In his child…
* * *
The boot toe landed on the balcony without a single sound. As did the other. He hesitated on the threshold. Working his fists at his side. Staring at the ground. Working up his courage. It flashed through his mind how her ex had abandoned her on this very balcony… Vegeta stepped into their room. Theirs, not hers anymore, theirs. Her sobs came to his ears and he stepped up to the threshold of the bathroom. She sat huddled next to the toilet. Sobbing as she clung to it. She looked like he did that first time after Frieza had beaten him. Then Nappa had stood on a bathroom’s threshold and let a small child who thought he was Prince to anyone grieve the childhood he’d lost and fear the future that was to come.
“Bulma.”
She stifled her sobs and suddenly drew herself back further against the wall. Hiding her face from him. Looking every bit as though she were a trapped animal about to be brutally kicked again. He knew that look. He’d been the animal in that look.
He uncurled his fists and crossed the threshold. He walked up to her. She hid her face even further from him, tried harder to stifle her sobs. With a heavy sigh, he turned and leaned back on the wall… and slid down it. She huddled herself even more away from him. He stared down at nothing, lost.
“I’m sorry.” His voice was quiet, small.
She kept sobbing, hiding herself from him… shielding herself from him. He covered his face with his gloved hands, buried his face in shame.
“Please, Bulma.”
She gave him nothing.
His fingers bent as though he could claw his own face off with or without gloves. “I… I hurt you. I promised you I would never hurt you… But I did. I hurt you worse than Yamcha. I betrayed your trust.” His throat caught, choking his next words, “I betrayed your heart.”
She sniffed. At least she’d listened to him. That was more than he could ever ask for. He looked over at her back shuddering and heaving with her continued tears. Unsure of himself, he reached out to her. He felt every moment of the pain he’d inflicted on her with each moment his hands neared her body. Denied her everything he’d ever promised her just when she’d needed him most. His fingers touched her and she shied away from his touch. He reached further. Hoping, praying to long dead Gods of a long dead planet that she wasn’t out of his reach forever. That she’d, she’d… his fingers touched her again and she tried but couldn’t get away from him anymore because of the wall and the toilet. His hands closed over her shoulders. She was tense, quaking with her pain and fear and tears. Vegeta gently pulled her to him. She resisted every moment; staying in a tight ball. He didn’t know whether it was exhaustion at everything or because she really was giving him the second chance he really didn’t deserve, but she allowed him to gather her up in his arms like a child. No sooner had he set her in his lap than he got his answer. She started bawling while reaching an hand up to clasp his neck while she sought shelter in his armored chest. Relief flooded his body as he wrapped his arms around her and held her close, cradling her head to his heart. He trembled with the release, tried to sniff his own tears back and failing just as miserably at it as she had.
“You scare me,” Vegeta whispered to her, “Hell, you fucking terrify me. Everything about you terrifies me. How much I love you. How much you mean to me. How much I…” He grit his teeth, clenched his eyes shut at the thoughts, the nightmares he’d been hiding from her for months now, ever since they’d found out about the Androids coming, about how those tin cans would torture her then kill her right in front of him before letting him die in misery at their soulless hands. He wept, tried to stifle it, but he wept, “I… can’t… lose… you. I… I lost my world once… I won’t lose it again.”
She sniffed then sniffed again. Then shifted in his arms. Bulma wiped away some of her tears as she looked up at Vegeta. He was crying. And not just crying, he was desperately trying to keep bawling like a grief-stricken widow at bay.
“Is, is that it?” She asked with a soft voice. “You’ve been afraid—”
“I thought that stupid boy from the future had changed more than he knew. I thought that instead of Kakkarot dying from that heart disease that you… you…” His voice failed him again.
Bulma reached up and cupped his cheek, “Vegeta—”
He crushed her to him. “Please, please don’t leave me.”
Bulma was frozen with shock while Vegeta’s face was buried into her neck. She could feel him shaking. She could hear his grief seething out from between his clenched teeth. He was trying so hard not to lose it… not to lose her. Slowly she moved her arms… as soon as he felt her wrap them around him, he did lose it. Sobbing like a child. She held him and let him cry. Every once in awhile she could make out the words ‘I’m sorry’. He kept repeating them. Just those two little words. But she knew what they meant to him, what they cost him to say. Just by being sick, he’d thought the worst… and come to think of it, why wouldn’t he? It wasn’t exactly like he’d had the best life. While she had no idea about his life as a child on Vegetasei, she had a pretty good idea about his childhood with Frieza or rather at the hands of Frieza. He had been the fiend’s child slave after all. Child slave, child soldier, monster in training. As far as she could tell, what made Vegeta happy had been completely destroyed by Frieza and if there was even a rumor of something new that might make Vegeta happy to have around, that was snuffed out in the most brutal way possible in front of Vegeta just to make a point. As far as she could tell, she and what her family offered him were the only good things to happen to him that Frieza hadn’t and couldn’t kill. But these Androids. They could destroy them. They could destroy his happiness right in front of him all over again. Beginning a new cycle of torture and terror and death. And why would Vegeta expect anything less? All his life had given him so far was exactly that. Why would he ever expect his happiness to last? Why would he ever expect the other shoe not to drop and squish him like a bug beneath its sole?
Bulma bowed her head and nuzzled his shoulder, her arms wrapping around him tighter. She held him until his body stopped shaking with his sobs. He sniffed… then sniffed some more before finally easing his hold on her. She took his cue and eased her embrace. He pulled back and before he could say or do anything else she curled up in his lap and snuggled in close to him. He cradled her.
They sat there for awhile. Silence letting their thoughts sink in. Letting what had just happened hang in the air like the mist of their showers together.
“This was my fault,” he said quietly to the floor just beyond his feet.
“You said it yourself that I scare you, that you thought—”
“No.” He stated firmly.
Bulma sat up and looked at him. For once this whole time, he could meet her eyes. She searched his eyes. There was something in them that she couldn’t quite place… Or perhaps it was because there are so many things in them that it was impossible to peg down just one emotion. Her brows furrowed. Of course she’d fall in love and marry and have the child of a man just as complicated or more so than she was. She leaned in, searching, seeking even harder. Haunted. Grim. Happy, a soft smile touched her lips at that. Then she saw the emotion she hadn’t seen in his eyes since he sensed Frieza coming to the planet and flew to meet his old tormentor. Fear. Her smile faded away.
“Vegeta, what do you mean?” She wasn’t sure she wanted an answer.
“How far along is the child?”
“Actually, well, about a month.”
His jaw set. “I did this to you.”
“Hey,” she laughed but it sounded desperate and scared even to her ears, “I was there too you know. I had a hand in this just as much as you.”
“No.”
The way he said it was so, so; the weak smile her laugh had left behind died again and her lower lip began trembling with her own fears.
“There was a legend on Vegetasei.”
“The Super Saiyan?” She asked hopefully.
“The Great Ape Moon.”
Well, that wasn’t what she’d expected, “Huh?”
“Remember our Wedding Night. That full moon. The Great Ape Moon. Your Super Moon.” She didn’t say anything but he could see in her eyes that she understood and he went on, “The legend of the Great Ape Moon says that if a Saiyan, especially a member of the Royal House, takes a mate under the light of the Great Ape Moon that the couple will conceive a child, the Heir to the legacy.
“I knew this, I knew this and I took you as my mate under that moon anyway. I… I… I wanted you to get pregnant.”
Vegeta searched her eyes, but couldn’t identify what he was seeing in them—She shot forward and grabbed his neck for a passionate kiss. Vegeta froze, stunned. The kiss broke before he could even think of reciprocating. She pulled back from him a little just enough for him to see the tears spring to her eyes before she burst into tears again, trying to smile through them.
“I’m so sorry, Bulma. I’m so sorry I did this to you.”
She laughed. Unlike moments ago, it was a laugh that was full and hearty and, and joyous. “You wanted a baby with me.” She laughed. “You wanted a baby with me.”
Vegeta smiled, “Of course. Wife.”
She flung her arms around his neck and laughed with tears of joy. He held her close, his arms around her waist, knowing now that their unborn child was there, and he smelled deeply of her hair. There were sour notes competing with the strawberry he always found there since claiming her as his forever; undoubtedly sour from the vomiting. He wondered if he’d have to get used to that. He smiled and buried his face in hair and neck, scenting her; he didn’t care if he would have to, his Woman was going to have his child. Her laugh subsided.
“Vegeta,” she sing-songed.
“What, Woman?”
She leaned back. He frowned as she ebbed from him. But she put her forehead to his, a mischievous and confident look in her eye. “Frieza lost.”
“What?” He had no clue what she was talking about. Of course Frieza had lost. The repulsive lizard was dead for God’s sake!
“You have a mate. We’re going to have a baby. That disgusting piece of shit lost. You won.”
Suddenly he got it. Everything Frieza had tried to deny him… he had it now, all except for the Legend and he was closing in on that, he was sure. Vegeta snapped forward and gave her a fierce kiss. Devouring. Yanking her to him even more. She kissed him back. There was a heat in him, in her, in them both. And something more now, an Heir. Bulma moved, straddling him now. He felt himself harden at the proximity of her core. She moaned into his mouth. His hands shifted to grab her ass. Her hips bucked into his and he let out a growl down her throat—
KNOCK! KNOCK!
They froze, eyes popping wide open.
“Yooohoooo,” her Mother’s psychotically chirpy voice piped in through the door, “Bulma! It’s time for dinner! Did you hear back from the Doctor yet?”
The kiss broke, they stared at each other. “Uh, uh, Yeah! I need to tell you and Dad something.”
“Oh really? Is everything okay?”
Their brows furrowed and they looked back out the bathroom door. Why the Hell did Panchy suddenly sound like she was about to explode with glee? They looked back at each other.
“Did she hear us?” Bulma whispered.
“I didn’t sense her near.” Vegeta whispered back.
“We’ll be down in just a moment!” Bulma called.
“Oh, is Vegeta with you? How nice!”
They both looked at the doorway again. There was that sound of barely contained glee again.
“See you two downstairs!”
Bulma looked back at him, “We better go.”
She started to get off him when he suddenly yanked her back to him, grinding her core over his barely subdued bulge. She gaped at him… and felt her mouth start to water.
“I’m not done with you yet, Woman.”
She gulped, her heart racing, and she bit her lower lip. He was captivated by the sight, licking his own lips. She glanced behind her then returned her attention to her Husband. She began leaning in, “They can wai…,” she stalled partway, her expression changed, “They can…,” she smacked her lips, “They—” Nope, she dove for the toilet and “BLEEERGH!”
Vegeta reacted in an instant. Shifting out from under her then holding her hair out of the way with one hand and rubbing her back with his other. Finally not being shut out, but allowed to help her through this.
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Okay, so sex had gotten the miss for the rest of the night. Vomiting was a tremendous mood killer and her stomach still felt queasy so anything later on looked just as unlikely. Damn it! But still. It all meant that she and Vegeta had a baby on the way. She wiped her mouth as she put her hand on the stair railing and began to step down. Until Vegeta stopped her. He carefully scooped her up into his arms. Levitated and floated them both down the stairs. Landing gently at the bottom and letting her down just as gently.
“Was that really necessary?” She asked.
“Yes, you’re are not falling. Ever.” He asserted dominantly. It’d be a real hot-ass turn-on if she didn’t want to puck all over his boots at the moment. But she stocked the memory away for when she felt better. And then she’d ride his hot Saiyan ass until she got motion sickness…
They walked around the corner and stopped in their tracks. It was more than a little disturbing to enter the kitchen and find her parents holding hands at the table and staring giddily at the doorway they were stopped in. Oh-ho-ho, had they’d been waiting. Without preamble, “I’m pregnant!” She blurted out.
Her parents looked at each other with sparkling eyes. But there wasn’t the explosion Bulma or Vegeta had been expecting.
“I knew it,” Panchy beamed.
“You did, Dear. Spotted it a mile away.”
Bulma and Vegeta gaped. “What?!” Their daughter exclaimed. “You knew?!”
“Oh, of course, Dear. Sharp cheddar cheese, sour pickles, and apple juice was all I could keep down when I was pregnant.”
Bulma couldn’t form words.
“Now come sit down you two. It’s a time to celebrate. We’re going to have our first grandchild!” She clapped her hands together as she went to fetch the plates for the table.
Bulma and Vegeta exchanged glances then smiled and sat down next to each other.
“You know she’s not wrong,” he whispered to in her ear, “I want more than one child.”
Bulma grinned, “So do I,” she whispered back as her mother set down a plate of cheese and pickles before fetching the glass of juice.
No giving a shit anymore, Vegeta reached over and lifted her onto his knee, holding his Wife while she ate the meal their unborn child would allow her to keep down as Panchy brought him over a massive plate of food. They tucked into their food, soon joined by her parents eating their own platefuls. They talked about what to expect and how they were going to decorate Vegeta’s old room into the new nursery. It was a wonderful family dinner.
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“Perhaps you should know … “
Bulma shook her head and blew an exasperated sigh out of her mouth. She took a chemical analyzer from the drawer and rolled it over the surface of the fabric, thankful for the mechanical sounds made by the sensors as they calculated particles and percentages picked up through the fine holes in the edge of the device. “Know what? Just finish your thought, Vegeta.”
“The memory of you pushed me.”
“And??” Bulma said, throwing a hand in the air before she gave a quiet chortle, “Is that some sort of Saiyan pick up line?”
Vegeta let a smirk slowly cut across his face. He allowed his eyes a moment’s indulgence tracing the arc of her hips as she sat on her laboratory stool, then with cool control of his power, he ignited his power up to Super Saiyan form, casting a golden glow over the space between them. “Trunks and I did train together initially. Two Super Saiyans, driven to fight, fighting for the same goal—to ascend the form that had, in truth, limited us. He certainly had enough resentment and anger towards me to feed changes in the room and create enemies and obstacles that demanded our peak performance, But … after having lived a life of hardship, I too quickly grew accustomed to the horror, and in truth, it bored me. Imagine what a crisis this must have been, to grow bored of the only thing I felt had ever truly spoken to my soul.”
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Keiyaku Master Post
I wrote a thing for @tpthvegebulsmutfest called Keiyaku. You can find it on my personal blog by surfing my #vegebul au tag, searching “Keiyaku” or by clicking thusly:
Day one - The Butterfly
Day two - Capricorn
Day three - Tornado
Day four - Scorpio
Day five - Waterfall
Day six - Ape
Day seven - Cancer [END]
BONUS Chapter
It will be up on Ao3 in the near future, as well.
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@tpthvegebulsmutfest Day 5: Waterfall A day late but I really couldn’t pass up this prompt
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T.I.T.A.N. -6
Under the hot spray of the shower, they kissed...
Read the newest chapter on AO3.
#ladyvegeets#day6useyourteeth#tpthvegebulsmutfest#titan#vegebul#tpth#smutfest#t.i.t.a.n.#titanic au#space au#fanfic#vegeta#bulma
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TPTH Smut Fest....
smutty smut smut smut....
You perverts ready? I see you...
(ps...I am only sorta kidding-- I know you all are actually perfect angels)
@liftlikehells, @lovethecrystalrose,@sarahw-world, @rutbisbe, @jbae654, @amazingmeplusone, @jadefyre, @froglady15, @-- everyone else I failed to mention because I am terrible with usernames. SO SORRY! <3
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The Story of Us
Ok, so I had a really hard time with these prompts also, and decided that maybe I would combine the three remaining days into one chapter, since lets face it they are pretty kinky and all kind of go together. I have a few more chapters planned for various events in their lives, but updates will come less frequently, as Smutfest week is (almost) over and I HAVE to do something other than imagine up smut and light fluff for y'all.
My submission for Days 5, 6, and 7 of the @tpthvegebulsmutfest!
Pegging, Titty Fucking and Rimming
Vegeta
Today was August 17th, one day before her birthday. Bulma had been very insistent on a big party on, of all damnable things, a boat with all her “friends”. She was also quite determined to try something new in the bedroom. Vegeta was nervous, in all his years he had never though of his own ass as anything but exit only, but this woman had severely whipped him, enough to make Vegeta bend to her wills. Over the years they had been together, Bulma had proven her adventurous spirit in many ways. She had always told him of her conquests taken when she was a child, Vegeta scoffed at her tales, they were truly the adventures of infants. Then Vegeta remembered how the woman had journeyed to Namek, stood up to him, invited him into her own home, seduced him over many weeks. Then when Freiza showed his face on Earth she had the gall to show up just to see his fearsome visage. The womans frail form was nothing compared to her nerves of steel. She never backed down, pride and determination burning behind her blue eyes. Yes, you could say Vegeta was whipped, and excited. Each time Bulma convinced him to attempt something horrendous sounding, he enjoyed it almost more than she did. He remembered the day she made him dress up in a suit and tie and pretend to be her college professor. She had called him Dr. Ouji and made him quote vector calculus to her. Whenever she got an answer wrong he had to spank her. He didn’t know if the answers were wrong or not so he just spanked her after every question. He really liked that night. He remembered the way her red plaid skirt rode up her thighs as she crossed her legs at her desk. She hadn’t taken off her thigh high white socks as he fucked her, the cotton rubbed on his legs, the friction of the material in his body warmed his thighs and scratched an itch Vegeta never knew he had. One night they watched all of their “home movies” together and Bulma moaned the play-by-play into Vegeta’s ears as she ground on his cock. Her breathy groans caressing his ears and the filthy descriptions of what they were doing and how it felt inside of her almost made Vegeta spill himself before he speared her. No in reality, Vegeta had enjoyed many of the adventures Bulma had taken him on. Poles, handcuffs, swings, blindfolds, all excited him to no end.. oh and food. Fucking hell when the woman had Vegeta eat off of her body or drink liquor from her form… Vegeta was usually so excited on these days he could hardly contain himself. Some mornings after they fucked like that, he could hardly look her in the face while eating breakfast, because he could feel the redness slipping up his face and feel his dick hardening in his pants, just remembering the combination of two of his three favorite things. On days when Vegeta was especially good, not only would Bulma let him drink liquor from her tits, eat fruit and cream from her silky skin and fuck her into a jelly, but she would also hit him. She didn’t hurt him, she wouldn’t have the strength, but the ferocity she put behind the attacks, the anger and vitriol gods… now those nights were the best. Yes food, fighting and sex all combined, nothing could be better. Vegeta needed to calm down. He was working on a birthday gift, and was worried the he would not have time to finish if he stopped what he was doing to indulge in his memories. He had never given the woman anything, but noticed how she constantly doted on the people around her. Gods she was perfect. Beautiful, smart, great mother, kind (most of the time), generous, and a hell cat in the bed. No, no, no - change the subject Vegeta he pushed the thoughts away from the forefront of his mind. He looked down at the wire in his hand. Several years before Vegeta had been gifted the most amazing gift of his dead civilizations cultures. There were digital copies of great Saiyan paintings. He become entranced with one of his Grandfather and Grandmother. Their ageless faces stared down on all who dared to look upon them. Vegeta routinely looked through the contents of the scouter, and would always find time to regard this particular photo. Bulma had asked Vegeta about this one, why he loved it so much. It took Vegeta a while to realize what he loved so much about this picture, but one day it hit him like a ton of bricks. Standing there, was his fathers father, the whole line of Vegeta looking eerily similar. Where his father had a bushy goatee, his grandfather had none. There standing in royal garb, was what Vegeta would have looked like, had the planet not met its demise. His grandmother was a beauty. Her strength was not doubted, although her body was thin, and gentle looking. Her eyes and hair were lighter than the average Saiyan’s, and her lips were turned up in a cocky smile. Vegeta could see his own woman in his grandmothers eyes. This was the picture that should have been of him and his wife, and imagined what Bulma would look like in the royal dress. Bulma also loved this photo, she liked seeing into Vegeta’s history, even though he had never even met these particular Saiyans. She had it printed on canvas and it hung in their ensuite study. When Vegeta went to read and contemplate he would often quite literally look to his ancestors for their guidance. Bulma had fawned over the composition of the portrait, and her eyes fell on the royal jewels. Vegeta’s grandmother was historically known to have impeccable taste, and Bulma quite agreed, raving over the large pendant Echolette wore around her neck. It was silver wire, bent and twisted over itself weaving the likeness of the Great Moon of Vegeta-sei. This symbol was holy to Saiyans, conveying strength, femininity, power, rage and fertility. Bulma saw a pretty moon around Vegeta’s grandmothers neck, Vegeta saw the symbol of the great Saiyan priests. Vegeta had battled himself for many months about this. He wanted to give her something, nothing could make up the insane amount that she had given him, but he needed to show her what she had meant to him. So he made up his mind, he was going to give her the moon. He contemplated having it made, but wanted this to be something with his own touch, after all it was the tradition for the King to craft the Great Moon himself for his bride. Vegeta had forgone this tradition, mainly because he had no mentors around to guide his hand. So, three months ago, Vegeta had momentarily put his pride aside and asked 18 where he could learn metal crafting. She helped him track down a jewelry smith, and Vegeta had taken weekly lessons learning the craft. Now he was down to the last hours before Bulma would receive her gift. The Great Moon was traditionally given on the eve of the winter moon, but Vegeta was going to present it to her on the eve before her birthday, tonight. They were having a family dinner, Mom (the matriarch insisted he call her such) was making a feast, then Vegeta was going to present Bulma’s gift and let the woman have her way with him. He just had to finish it!
Bulma
She was too excited to eat. God, Bulma was ready for tonight. Vegeta had been so secretive lately, jumping and scurrying away whatever he was working on each time Bulma had ventured into their bedroom study. It was exciting to see him so nervous. He was planning something, Bulma was wondering who would have the bigger surprise tonight, him or her. So she ate lightly, enjoying some time with her parents before they split ways for the night. Bulma had set it up with ChiChi to watch Trunks and bring him with her and Gotten to the boat in the morning before the party. So Bulma chatted with her family and played footsie with Vegeta under the table. Her foot reaching toward his crotch. He hated when she did this in front of the family, he said it was inappropriate, but Bulma yearned to feel his skin any time she was near him. SO she sat here leg reaching out and foot caressing his ankle, shin, thigh, up, up, up… Vegeta’s eyes darted from his plate of rice to meet hers. One brow cocked up and his head shook side to side. She could feel him chastising her Not here. They finished out dinner and bid her parents good night. Vegeta walked on to their room as Bulma reminded Trunks of her expectations of his behavior. She knew she couldn’t really make Trunks mind her, but dammit Bulma was not going to let him go terrorize poor ChiChi without at least the threat of bodily harm if he stepped out of line. And if nothing else there was always Vegeta who would whip the boy into shape. Bulma bid her son goodnight, reminding him one again to fly straight to the Son residence and to not get into trouble. Then she turned and tread to her room. Butterflies danced in her stomach, this was a fantasy she had for a long while and now she was going to live it. She had been preparing Vegeta for a long while, it took lots of convincing, but the first time he came while her finger was pressed to his prostate, he was hooked. She knew he wouldn’t admit just how much he liked it, but ever since then they had been more adventurous, eventually leading to toys. Vegeta even had his own prostate massager. Bulma stopped at the entrance to their room. She swallowed, and took a deep breath in, slowly letting it out before she opened the door. Vegeta had been busy in the time she was gone. The lights were off, but what appeared to be a hundred candles gracing each surface in her room flickered with the rush of air as it entered the room. Vegeta had changed clothes, wearing charcoal slacks, a ruby dress shirt and matching charcoal sport coat. He stood leaning against the curtain that separated the bedroom and study looking down at a velvet box in his hands. A gentle melody wafted through the air, Bulma recognized it as Ella Fitzgerald, one of her mothers favorite musicians. It was music that reminded Bulma of her youth eating dinner while her mother canoodled her father at the table, much like Bulma had done to Vegeta just a few minutes prior. Vegeta’s eyes met hers and he walked to the center of the room, hand out stretched. A smile darkened Bulma’s face as she strode over to her lover and crashed into his arms, swaying to the gentle crooning of the master musician. Vegeta wrapped his arms around her waist and brought Bulma close to him, feeling his heat pressed against her body. His lips pressed to her temple and he lowered his mouth to her ear. “I have something for you my love.” He exhaled the rest of his air towards her ear. “would you like to see it?” She pulled back, looking towards her husband, her lips curling over her teeth in a smile “you have something for me?” “Is it not traditional on birthdays to give a gift?” Bulma reached her hands to Vegeta’s cheeks and placed a kiss to his lips. He pulled her to the bed and they sat on the edge. He looks nervous“Here” Vegeta said as he presented the navy velvet jewelry box. Bulma felt her heart skip a beat, Vegeta never gave her anything, and now jewelry? Whoa. She had hoped that her mother had finally let Vegeta in on the tradition of giving your bride a ring. I mean, sure it was several years too late, but especially with Vegeta you never knew if you were ever going to get to experience the traditional Earth customs. Damn Saiyans are weird. This box was obviously not a ring box. It was much too big. Her fingers fumbled with the lid and after a moment it hinged up revealing a tangle of wire, circled around themselves, weaved in and out of crevices, creating what appeared to be a moon. It hung from a simple silver chain. “It is custom for royal brides to be given the Great Moon on the eve of their first anniversary of mating. It is a handmade relic, each King weaving one for his mate. It takes deftness of fingers and a high level of ki control to mold the metals of my homeward in such an intricate design. This is only for the Queen to wear. It is a testament to the prowess of her King. The technique is passed down from generation to generation, no commoner knows the process. I had to improvise, but know I will pass this knowledge to Trunks when the time comes.” Bulma stared into his ebony eyes as he spoke. Almost before Vegeta could finish what he was saying, Bulma reached to his face and placed a kiss to his lips. “This is just like the one your grandmother wore in that painting isn’t it? What was her name?” Bulma began contemplating the name. It was a beautiful name…”Echolette” Vegeta replied. “With some help I found a maker of jewels who had knowledge of ancient jewelry making, they were able to guide my hand from a photo of the pendant as I created this for you.” He grabbed the necklace from her hands and stood to move behind her. The pendant was wrapped around Bulma’s neck and she could feel Vegeta clasping it together. He returned, placed a finger to her chin lifting her head up. Bulma could feel Vegeta’s eyes igniting her skin. His stare glided over her face, neck and the crook of her collarbone where the pendant hung. “Now you truly look like the Queen you are.” Bulma wasn’t sure when the next steps happened. She was dazed by the headiness of what Vegeta had done and said, yet she allowed herself to be laid down and her clothes one by one slipped off her body. Vegeta took his time with her, gently unclasping items and removing, careful to plant kisses and playful nips at her skin on the places his hands roamed. Her breathing was already labored, as Vegeta lowered his head toward her womanhood. He lapped at her, steadily, hungrily, all the while his eyes remained locked to Bulma’s. The excitement of day coupled with the intenseness of the last bit, became too much for Bulma and she came on Vegeta’s open mouth, waves of pleasure crashing over his tongue. Her hands gripped his hair and pulled him to her face her lips greedily finding his, eyes still locked on one another. His were lidded in lust, her juices dripping from his face. She gently rolled him over so she was on top. In control. “Vegeta, I need your clothes off.” She had sat him on the edge of the bed. She gathered her equipment for the night, and grabbed the lube bottle raising it over her head and squeezing a generous amount over her breasts. He hands kneaded the oil over her skin, letting Vegeta watch as she massaged her slick torso. Then she descended on him pressing her voluptuous tits together around his giant cock and began pumping him up and down. She loved watching him watch her, her eyes examining his facial features as they twisted in pleasure over her slippery dance. Her tongue snaked out and licked at his tip eliciting a throaty groan from Vegeta. The next time she went down, her mouth covered the head of his cock and sucked. Her hands pressed her tits together still stroking his shaft, Bulma licked and sucked over Vegeta’s head until she began to feel the familiar tensing of her lovers body. A few more strokes and sucks, she felt him begin to release, to which Bulma gripped his dick with her hands and stroked him to completion all over her chest and shoulders. “Now you’ve given me two necklaces tonight.” She purred as she dipped a finger into his seed and placed it in her mouth.
Vegeta
She was a demon, sucking the life out of him one pleasurably vile act at a time. Immediately after she had finished him she began hitting him, commanding that he roll over to his stomach. Oh gods, here ti comes Vegeta thought nervously. He felt her hand place themselves on his bottom and then to Vegeta’s surprise her felt her mouth descend on his most private area. No one had ever thought to put their face there, and yet here was the ever surprising woman face planted fully between two of the universes most deadly cheeks grinding her tongue to his asshole! It almost tickled, which surprised Vegeta who never thought about what a tongue would do there. He felt her back away and then heard her spit and felt the warmth drip down his ass and coat his balls. Her face then planted itself back, tongue darting around him face moving side to side in a dance with the crooning jazz that continued to play. He felt her hand reach through his legs and gently tug at his balls. Her tongue and hands massaging two parts of Vegeta most forgot existed. She pulled away and he heard the lubrication spurt out of the bottle. Then he felt her pressed over his back, “Baby, you have to relax,” She said as she nudged the tip of something to Vegeta’s exit. He breathed out some tension and before he could breathe back in he felt his bottom stretch, a foreign object breaching his body in a piercing, yet not entirely unenjoyable way. Slowly, giving Vegeta a chance to adjust to the new sensations, Bulma pressed the entirety of her way into his backside. Vegeta felt stretched to the fullest extent his body could go. Bulma pulled slowly out, then began to push in again. She pumped into Vegeta excruciatingly slowly. Then her hips adjusted and scraped across a spot on Vegeta’s inner walls that took his breath away. “Oh gods!” He turned his head to the side to catch a view of the woman. She towered over him, eyebrows knit together, biting her bottom lip and kneading her breast with one hand. Her other was gripping Vegeta’s skin and he could see the whites of her knuckles. Sweat beaded from the nape of her neck. She noticed him looking and smiled mischievously. “do you like this?” She asked him. Vegeta was not sure. It was not as bad as he thought it would be, but the sensation was intense, painful but not in a way that it hurt, which kind of confused Vegeta, and the pleasure was so much that it almost hurt. “Fuck woman!” he moaned as she picked up the pace, nudging his prostate with each thrust. He saw white when he felt Bulma’s body descend over his, thrusting into him. She reached around his waist, grabbed his dick and began to pump it with the ferocity of her own thrusts. Vegeta was teetering on the edge of his climax, incomprehensible noises bubbling out of his mouth, then she bit into his shoulder, right at her love mark and Vegeta spilled himself over her hand. He collapsed to the bed too weak from his release, the waves of pleasure overtaking him and lay. He felt Bulma slip out of him and heard her taking off the contraption she was wearing. She approached him and gently placed a hand between his shoulders. Pressing her lips to his searing hot skin. “You seemed to enjoy it. What did you think?” His movements felt like they were hindered by honey. Each limb groaning over the agony of movement after such an intense release, almost as if he had been in battle and just barely made it out with his life. Maybe that had happened, he wasn’t sure at this point. Once he was on his back he looked to her face. She wore an eager grin awaiting his answer. “Bulma, I think you found something I do not wish to repeat.” Her face darkened. “ok, it was worth a shot, thank you for indulging me.” She answered. He could tell she was disappointed. “It was not.. unenjoyable.” Vegeta relented. That evil smile graced Bulma’s face once again. “So you are saying there is a possibility of me fucking your ass again?” Oh Gods! What a dirty vile fucking little slut she was. “Don’t push your luck woman.” was all she got in return.
#tpthvegebulsmutfest#day5pegging#day6tittyfucking#day7rimming#bulma#Vegeta#light fluff#This is so dirty#save a spot in hell for me y'all
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Personal Connection- Ch. 8 (Bonus-Basset Hound)
Here’s my submission for the eight prompt, the bonus prompt, for the Spring @tpthvegebulsmutfest . “Personal Connection” is up and running on Ao3 as well. So if you need to recap, please do so. The smut in this was inspired by @vegetapsycho ‘s phenomenal fanart “Point of No Return”.
Bulma and Vegeta are expecting a little bundle of joy, but what will that mean with the Androids still coming? How will they cope? Vegeta decides to enact drastic measures to protect his new family that send Bulma reeling. Don’t hate me too much! This story will continue in the Fall Smutfest.
The woman was a Gods damn basset hound! Finally, finally, he’d managed to evade her. Ever since announcing that Bulma was bearing his child, the Mother had not rested a single moment and constantly showed up everywhere. Anywhere. He couldn’t get away from her. They couldn’t get away from her. Two weeks, it had been two weeks already and there hadn’t been a single moment except for at night in bed together where he and Bulma were alone. Even then, all they did was sleep. He was usually exhausted from training and tending to her needs, and Bulma was just trying to cope with how her body was reacting to being pregnant. She was still sick every morning and every evening. Still, he smirked to himself, he’d visited her once when he sensed that her stomach was calm at her office. He’d told her that he owed her, she hadn’t understood at first, not until he’d pressed her up against the wall by her windows and pressed his throbbing manhood against her pelvis. Immediately she’d hiked up her skirt and demanded he get down on the ground. He’d obeyed, pulling his pants down, and exposing himself before lying down and she was on him instantly, slipping him inside of her, and riding him. Grinding her perfect little hips. Both of the biting back screams and groans. He’d grabbed her hips, she’d palmed his chest, and her hips worked the shit out of him.
Vegeta felt himself getting thicker, straining the confines of his pants. He had gotten used to bedding her every day, multiple times a day, but now that she was so ill, he hadn’t touched her since she rode him in her office. Granted she took him for orgasm after orgasm until he couldn’t breathe and her hips couldn’t move anymore. It had been glorious. And he was hoping for more glory with his beautiful Wife. Except for her stupid Mother always popping up everywhere! Honestly, he was beginning to think she knew how to sense ki. It was… disturbing to him how often and quickly she found him. He tried to tell himself that it was simply because this was her home and she knew her daughter well and she’d learned his routines as any good hostess would. But there were limits. In the morning when Bulma was feeling well enough to shower… and well enough for him to join her… the Mother would barge into the room, thankfully not the bathroom, muttering about inane details about something called a Lactation Coach. What the Fuck was a Lactation Coach?! And if anyone was going to be coaching Bulma on anything, it was going to be him!
Still, after that rude interruption that totally killed anything that he and Bulma might have be getting into (Gods, had it killed it!), it got him thinking. He didn’t know a Gods damn thing about how Earth women had children. So he went about finding out. He was absolutely refusing to go to her Mother for anything about this; he wasn’t letting the Mother in any further than she had already forced herself into the matter. So the Father had given him some research materials. Things he quickly read, and utterly confused the shit out of him, when Bulma was busy throwing up every morning and evening. Each page, every word… it was all so, so… Why the Hell was it so damn complicated for Earth women to have children?! On Vegetasei, from what he could remember about his brother’s birth, gestation and childbirth was so effortless… and clean. A woman carried the child inside her till she reached the third trimester. Then the child was transferred over to a gestation tank where computers and Saiyan medical science ensured the child grew strong so as to achieve a successful analysis of it’s power levels at maturation. It was all for the sake of the child becoming the absolute best warrior it had the potential of being. Once it was to term, the child was removed, ‘birthed’, from the gestation tank and transferred to an analysis pod where the child’s power levels would be assessed. From there, depending on the child’s level, the child would be assigned a class and continue to grow in the pod and later raised and trained by it’s parents to be the warrior it was meant to be or continued to grow and later be sealed into the pod and the pod would be sent out to another weaker planet for the weak offspring to establish a Saiyan foothold. But no, of course, humans had to make the whole thing so much more complicated and messy than it had to be. All this drivel about bleeding—Well, actually that scared the Hell out of him. Light bleeding was okay, but if Bulma started cramping or bleeding a lot or felt any pain, it could mean that she’d lost the baby or the pregnancy was this thing called ectopic, which meant that the pregnancy had gone horrible wrong. Then there was breast tenderness—Actually he didn’t have a probably with her breasts’ milk ducts expanding her already exceptional breasts up another bra size, but the book the Father gave him to read said that his Wife’s breasts would also be very sore so Bulma would most likely not wanting him touching or licking them… then again his tongue’s gentle and lusty administrations might help her. Okay, so breast tenderness wasn’t that complicated or messy. But constipation! What the Hell?! And fluctuance?! Disgusting. Then there was vaginal discharge that wasn’t the type he enjoyed from her, fatigue, food cravings and aversions, apparently she was going to have to pee a lot, she’d get heartburn, mood swings (which terrified the fucking shit out of him if it meant her already formidable temper was going to rage out of control, Dear Gods of Vegetasei!), and of course her sickness was going to continue and she was going to gain weight as their child grew. And all of that was just in the first three months!!!
But that really wasn’t the bad things. Oh no. There were these things called Red Flag Symptoms. Severe pain in her abdomen. Heavy bleeding. Debilitating dizziness. Too much weight gain too fast or too little weight gain. Any one of those things and he’d need to get her to the doctors in the main building fast. Because of his many, many incidents involving his training, there were already at least two major trauma physicians on staff day and night. They could help until more specialized care could arrive. But still. Vegeta didn’t like having to monitor her constantly for any of those signs. As it was, he was already severely distracted by keeping track of her ki every second of her life. And it was costing him. He looked down at his left hand as though he could see through the white glove to the bandages underneath. He glanced up further at his left bicep, where more bandages were hidden underneath his royal blue suit sleeve, then his right shoulder, for the same.
He kept walking down the hallway to her personal lab where she was working on new drones for him and another surprise which he wasn’t so sure he wanted her working on in her condition, but considering that her Father was apparently working on it with her, he trusted the old man to protect his child and future grandchild admirably. Still, when he got hurt the first time he’d been too distracted by worrying about her to notice the blast coming from a drone, she’d chalked it up to him still getting used to the news about becoming a father and being distracted. True, and she let it slide. The second time, she let it slide again, again chalking it up to new fatherhood jitters. The third and fourth times, no, that had worried her. All the other times following and he was now hiding his injuries from her so she wouldn’t get scared and snap at him. Again, he understood from that book that one of the most dangerous things for her right now was stress. It was toxic and he’d be damned if she or their child was going to be in danger because of him!
He turned a corner. She’d fucking kill him if she found out that he’d suffered three more injuries… she’d kill him and kill herself and/or the baby as well… He clenched his fists despite the burning pain in his one hand and both arms. He wasn’t going to lose them. Never.
* * *
The man was a Kami damn basset hound! He just popped up everywhere. She couldn’t even go to the bathroom anymore without opening the door and finding him waiting for her, asking about her, asking about the baby. Asking about all these Red Flag symptoms things! Kami damn it! She wished her Dad had never given him that stupid ass book to read! He was obsessed with it, he was obsessed with her!
Bulma threw a wrench down on her desk top. It clanged loudly. Her elbows followed suit, hitting the surface of her work area with twin loud thuds. She sighed heavily as she landed her face in her waiting palms. She was stressed. More than usual. And it was because she was pregnant, she knew that. Everything seemed to get to her quicker than usual, her fuse had shrunk a lot already and, according to the book (Kami, why the fuck did I read that damn thing too?!), her fuse was going to shrink by a hell of a lot more over the next couple of months. And that wasn’t all. She knew her Husband was lying to her. Keeping secrets from her. That pissed her off even more. Her shoulders were tight, she could feel it. She’d sigh, try to rest and relax like she should, but the muscles in her neck would never let up even the tiniest bit.
She sighed heavily again and rubbed just above her eyebrows at the growing headache that usually, nowadays, morphed into a migraine that had her wanting to kill every fucking person on the planet or at least the stupid assholes that were in her immediate vicinity. Starting with the one that shared her bed and finishing with the ones that raised her. It was all so, so… it was all too much! An irritated groan left her mouth as she rubbed her tired eyes. And that was another thing, she couldn’t work anymore. She had the attention span of a gnat and every part of her seemed too exhausted to do anything other than inane crap that couldn’t hold her interest even before she was pregnant.
“Do you want me to rub your shoulders?” The gravelly voice asked right beside her.
She jumped. A startled scream echoing off her lab’s walls and throbbing in her head to splitting level. She winced then glared at Vegeta. But by the look of concern on his face, her anger lessened to just plain irritation. She closed her eyes and rubbed the bridge of her nose hard.
“What the Hell do you want now?” She grumbled.
“Are the new drones ready yet?”
“No, I’m not working on them anymore.”
Vegeta balked, shocked. “Bulma!” He shouted at her. “What the Hell are you thinking?! How am I supposed to become a Super Saiyan without the proper training?!”
“Because you’re not becoming a Super Saiyan.”
Vegeta stared, that one cut deep. Too deep. He bristled. Fuck her being pregnant! “HOW DARE YOU—”
“HOW DARE YOU!” She screamed suddenly turning on him.
SMACK!
She slapped him. He stared at her. Now noticing the tears streaming down her cheeks. “How dare you!” She wept bitterly. She raised another hand… that he caught by the wrist. She raised her other, he caught that one by the wrist as well. She struggled in his firm grasp, “How dare you! How dare you lie to me! How dare you hide it from me! How dare you get distracted!!!”
Terror gripped his chest as she began wailing. Vegeta let her wrists go and crushed her to him. Cradling her, hushing her.
“Easy, Bulma, easy. Calm down. Please calm down.” He pleaded desperately. He could feel her emotions going haywire, felt her body trembling, felt her losing control in a dangerous way that sent every part of his mind and soul panicking!
“NO!!!!” She roared against his chest. Tiny fists pounding against his body. Still he held her to him. Letting her let it all out, fearing beyond words what would happen if she kept it bottled up instead. “You can’t do this to us! You can’t think about us, Vegeta! You can’t! We can’t be anywhere near you!! You have to train! You have to win!! If you don’t… If you don’t…”
Her sobs overwhelmed her. She clenched the shoulder straps of the armor she’d made him. Her tiny shoulders heaving, her body shaking with each crushing wail. He held her tighter and tighter as though he could will her hurt and fear away. He bowed his head, burying his face in her hair.
“Please,” her voice was so small, “If you don’t become a Super Saiyan, the Androids will kill you. Then they’ll come after me and the baby… And I can’t… I can’t do this alone, Vegeta. I don’t want to do this alone.”
She broke down again. Vegeta sniffed, softly pressing his lips to the top of her head, kissing her gently. Then he looked away from her, blinking back tears, sniffing again.
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They never fought like that before. Never left each other’s presence without some sense of connection. This time, when her tears were done, when his tears were done, she’d wiped them away herself with another deep sigh that seemed to rattle every fiber of her being before turning away from him and going back to her work. With silence hanging between them, Vegeta turned and left her lab. He’d gone back out to the Gravity Chamber and trained harder than he had in a long time. For a moment he’d honestly considered leaving and training in the desert again. But no. He wasn’t going to run away from her and their child again. He wasn’t giving in to his own fear again. Yet, they both felt the gap that was suddenly between them. And never more so than lying in bed right now.
Vegeta stared at the door, listening to her vomiting again and fighting the urge to go hold her hair back for her and comfort her while her body wracked with everything their child was doing to it. He scowled at the dark. She had closed the door again. Shutting him out again. He felt his own dinner churn in his stomach. He winced but kept glaring. Bile was threatening to vacate. He gripped his pillow from underneath, his knuckles whitening over the hem of the blanket covering up to his waist. She wretched violently again. He seethed at the dark.
This was bad. It felt bad… It felt the worst. He loves her. More than words. More than himself. He loves their child, the whisper of a smile tugged at the corner of his grim-set mouth, and all the children still yet to come… She wanted more children than just this one. She wanted more of his children and he wanted more of hers. In order for that to happen, the Androids had to be destroyed. To make sure nothing bad ever happened, he’d have to destroy the Androids. To protect his family, to ensure a larger family, he’d have to destroy the Androids. And to do that, he’ll have to become the Legend. And in order to do that… Vegeta squeezed his eyes shut, keeping the wet and all the horrible feelings it brought with it at bay. He knew he had to do it, but… but that… he gritted his teeth, it didn’t make it any easier to deal with. Suddenly the toilet flushed. His eyes flew open. A few more minutes and the door opened, temporarily semi-illuminating the room, before the flick of the light switch plunged everything back into darkness. He leveled out his breathing and relaxed his body as he listened to her making her way across the pig sty floor to her side of the bed.
She didn’t say anything, her breathing was quick from the effort of nausea, but she didn’t say anything as he felt the covers lift behind him and the mattress dip with her weight and the covers lower again. She shifted this way and that, trying to find a comfortable position again. Eventually she settled. Still she didn’t say anything to him—
“Vegeta?” Her voice was so weak. His chest tightened and his heart clenched, he hated how weak she sounded; he hated how weak she was and he couldn’t do anything to alleviate that.
“What?” He grumbled.
There was a pause. Silence filling it again. “Hold me.”
Immediately he turned under the sheets and snuggled up to her as close as he could get. She needed him! She needed him again! He laid his arm over her waist and drew her in even closer to his chest… Then he nuzzled the back of her head, taking in a deep smell of her. She sighed contentedly and it melted him.
“I love you,” he whispered by her ear.
He heard her sniff, “You have to leave.”
“I know,” he agreed and felt so much pain at finally having to say it out loud, “I’ll have your Father prepare the ship—”
Suddenly she bolted upright, turning to look at him. Even in the dim light of the waning moon outside, he could see the shock on her face.
“The ship?!”
“Yes,” he frowned and looked away from her, staring into the pink of her pillow, “I can’t stay on this planet to train. You and I both know that the Gravity Chamber gives me the greatest assistance let alone that I… I… I can sense you anywhere on this planet.” His dark eyes met hers, “I won’t be able to help myself not to monitor your ki and the baby’s ki. I’d be attuned to it no matter what.” Vegeta sat up. “The only way to prevent you from being a distraction, to prevent myself from monitoring you, is I leave the planet.”
There he’d said it. He watched her. Watched it sink in. Her eyes lowered from his, analyzing his words in the air between them. Hurt slowly dawning on her, slackening her mouth in dismay and furrowing her brows with something akin to anguish. And realization dawning on her, the realization that no matter how she felt, no matter how he felt, it was true. It was all true.
Then her face contorted into heartbreak. Just as the tears started to come, Vegeta reached over and drew her into his embrace. This time he didn’t bother hushing her, he didn’t bother to try and calm her down. He just held her and let her weep. Let her tears leave grief-stricken trails down his chest. Let her nose drip snot on his scar-covered skin. He bowed his head and buried his nose in the top of her head. He inhaled deeply again, breathing her in; it was going to be one of the few chances he would have before he left the planet to commit her scent to his memory.
Eventually she couldn’t cry anymore. She pulled her head back from his chest, wiping at her eyes and nose. He reached behind her to her nightstand and retrieved the small box of tissues she kept there. He held them out to her. She cleaned herself up under his watchful gaze. Then she took the box and put it back on her nightstand. She turned back to face him and laid down, keeping her eyes locked with his. He took the cue he read in them and settled back down facing her as well. She wrapped her arms around him and held him tighter than he ever remembered her doing. He did the same, as if holding her tighter than he ever had before could magically imprint her body on his; he’d settle for imprinting the feel of her body in his arms, the feel of her body against his, instead.
“I love you,” she whispered wetly.
He turned his head to bury his tears in his pillow.
* * *
It had been an awkward talk with Doctor Briefs. It wasn’t that the elderly man didn’t understand why it had to be this way, but that the elderly man knew what it was taking out of both his daughter and his Saiyan son-in-law to do this and everything that went with it. The stress, the hurt, the distance, the strain. Everything.
“Are you sure about this, son?” The old man had asked.
Vegeta couldn’t meet his eyes, “Yes. I have to become a Super Saiyan if I’m to protect them. And that isn’t happening here. Not now.”
With that, Doctor Briefs nodded and got to work on getting everything ready, “I’ll prep the ship for a year’s journey—”
“Three months,” Vegeta snapped.
“Three months, eh? Gonna do this in hops instead of one big leap.”
“I won’t abandon her.” Vegeta gritted his teeth, clenched his fists by his side. His dark vision burning holes into the floor.
“Alrighty then, three days and then you’ll be off. That sound good?”
It was a shock to Vegeta that it would only take three days before he could leave. “So soon?” It pained him.
“If you’re going to jump, boy, jump.”
Vegeta nodded. And it was done. Her Father started drawing up a supply list and Vegeta set off for training in the desert just outside of the city; he wouldn’t be able to use the Gravity Chamber while it was being prepped for his impending departure.
He trained hard. He trained constantly. Although he always kept his senses locked in on hers and their unborn child’s ki, it was as though he had reverted to old habits. He didn’t talk to anyone. Kept his own hours. He trained until he couldn’t take it anymore and then trained some more.
He rarely saw her except when he returned to their bed after having showered, changed for bed, and eaten dinner. He’d find her already asleep. In the safety of the night, he’d watch her. The gentle rise and fall of her shoulder or chest depending on what position gave her comfort for the night. The moon always casting an ethereal glow to her that stole his breath away. His Namekian Goddess. He climbed into bed next to her and get settled by taking her in his arms again and holding her tight, always taking in the opportunity to imprint her in his mind. She’d always sigh like a cat with a full stomach of warm milk. He’d smirk, close his eyes, and drift off to sleep with her. In the mornings, he’d wake up before her, gingerly slip out of bed and out of their room, and return to his old room where he’d shower and dress for another day of training. Again alone in the kitchen, he’d eat whatever the Mother had left for him to eat and then he was off to the desert again.
The days passed quickly. He hadn’t meant for them to pass that fast, but he hadn’t prevented it either. If you’re going to jump, boy, jump. It was sage advice, painfully sage advice, from someone he had a strong suspicion knew it from personal experience. Her Father had built this company from the ground up with his revolutionary invention. How many times had his work called him away from his wife and child? The man knew what all of this meant and he knew that if Vegeta hesitated or even thought of prolonging it, he would never leave. It would all be for nothing. So the days passed and it was the evening before he was to leave.
He landed on his old balcony so as not to disturb… His brows furrowed, What is she still doing up?
Vegeta abandoned his towel and water bottle and headed for his door. Once he opened it, he didn’t hear anything except for the soft steps of bare feet. They were unhurried but traveling away from him. He stepped out into the softly lit hallway. She shouldn’t be up this late, not in her condition. She needed to rest and take advantage of her nausea passing for the moment so she could sleep deeply and recover… She was standing in front of their door wearing her pink bathrobe. It wasn’t tied at her waist and it was coming off her shapely shoulders. Her hair was a mess of fantastic curls again. She had her hand on the door handle. An elegant vignette.
She looked over her shoulder at him. Those enchanting curls framing her beautiful face. Her eyes bright and angelic with the soft lighting practically glowing in their sapphire depths. He spotted the slightest blush to the apples of her cheeks. He tried to convince himself that it was residual from her sickness, but her demeanor was all wrong. Then he detected something in the air. Slight but becoming more and more pronounced with every passing moment. Her scent. Her cheeks were blushed because she wanted him in a way she hadn’t wanted him for weeks now. His heart thundered in his ears.
She looked away from him. Was that… he swore he saw the hint of a smile just starting to touch the corner of her mouth as she opened the door and went inside. He stared. She’d left the door open for him to follow. Her scent still lingering in the air as the most enticing, seductive lure he could possibly imagine. His whole body burned. His jaw set. Every dirty, lusty thought he could ever have about her played out in his dark, smoldering, swarthy gaze. He followed.
* * *
The full moon lit their room like a temple lantern. Soft, holy silvery light casting the unusual shadows that seemed to ordain the room as hallowed sanctuary. A world all their own… for the night.
He stood in the opened doorway and watched, completely awed and enamored with the sight. Bulma’s delicate fingers were slipping the pink silk garment from her bare shoulders… pulling… pulling then releasing. It fell around her feet. Her hands by her side. He admired the sight of her naked body from behind. Her luscious curls hiding the lovebite scar that he’d given her when he took her on their Wedding Night… the perfect lines of her shoulders and delicate outcroppings of her shoulder blades… the slender, sleek slope of her back… the voluptuous curvature of her hips that refined the perfect heart shape of her incredible ass… long legs that gave her the perfect proportions… She was perfect.
She half-turned, giving him a clear view of her profile. Her strawberries stood out from the cream of her full breasts. His body electrified. His hands fisted at his sides. He was set.
She looked over at him… He startled, there was a question in her eyes… doubt?... fear?... concern?... Suddenly seeing so many layers of uncertainty on her face, inhabiting the slump of her shoulders, it unnerved him. Why did she need to even see if he had followed her? Why would she even doubt that he would follow her?
Her feet were carrying her to him. Bringing her face to face with him. But she couldn’t meet his eyes. She was looking at his chest… or his Adam’s apple… or maybe his chin… anywhere but his eyes or his face. Why? Why won’t she look at me? He eyed her, stunned even more at what he was seeing so clearly so up close and personal now. Her brows were pinched ever so slightly in that way that they did when she actually felt the fear of embarrassment, normally she was so confident and unwavering in how carefree she was in whatever she did; other people’s judgements be damned. It was doubt he was seeing in those sapphire orbs. The flush of potentially dire embarrassment pinking her cheeks. Her pink lips parted to show white teeth clenched together in nervousness. She looked so… so… He didn’t know what to say, what to do, what to think. He was shocked. His own lips falling apart in his own uncertainty in the face of what to do. It was clear she was offering herself to him and absolutely terrified that he wouldn’t accept her. Why? It made no—He was leaving. Leaving the planet for who knew how long and she was… scared that he wouldn’t come back to her. Gods…
Vegeta scooped her up in his arms. Taking them inside the room and kicking the door shut behind them. His lips mashing against hers. He felt his manhood grow for her. Reach for her despite the confines of his skintight pants. He wanted her. He would never stop wanting her. He kicked off his gold-tipped, white boots. He let go of her before she could react and began yanking down on his pants. Desperate to get the stupid things off and claim her in a way that would let her know to never doubt that she was his and he was hers ever again no matter the circumstances. No matter the distance, they are mates for life.
Her lips found his again. Her hands his neck. She had missed his kiss. She had missed him. Gods damn it! These things! He yanked on his pants. Finally! They cleared his cut hips. Setting his hard cock free. He yanked them off his legs and flung them Gods’ knew where, he didn’t care. He gathered her up in his arms again. This time her arms wrapped around his neck as they devoured each other. Her legs wrapping around his waist as he headed straight for their waiting bed.
He crawled onto it with her, lowering her onto it’s cushy surface. Her fingers cupped one of his shoulder blades, her nails digging into the flesh of his back. Her legs hiked above the cut of his hips. Her heels keeping bouncing, spurring time against his taut ass as he slipped inside of her. Thrusting over and over. Setting a relentless pace that had her very nearly drawing blood. They didn’t speak. Just let their moans and groans, whimpers and gasps, hisses be all the sounds they needed to hear from each other. He kept thrusting and thrusting. His thick, hard cock filling her warm, tight pussy. His tongue tasted every part of her mouth. Entwined with her tongue as she tasted him. She moaned. He groaned, feeling the precum weep into her welcoming depths. It had been so long since he felt her like this. Heard her moan from the pleasure his body gave hers. Fuck, this feels so good! So fucking good! He ground his hips into her tight pussy. Driving himself into her. Fucking her good. Just as a starter.
He reared up and sat back on his heels. Teetering on the edge of the bed. Holding her on his lap. She straddled him. One hand holding her delicate lower back, keeping her safe. His other hand grabbing a healthy chunk of her delicious ass cheek to hold her down so he could still fill her as deeply as he possibly could. His hips still thrusting. Her hips bouncing now. She opened her mouth wider so they could plunge their tongues deeper into each other’s mouths. He took the opportunity to finally nip at her lower lip the way he’d been dying to for a long while now before licking as deep into her mouth as he could. Her bounces, his thrusts sending her round, pillowy breasts to fit perfectly with the outstretched curve of his throat. Her hands cupping the base of his skull. Her nails digging into his scalp. Zinging his skin with the contact. Thrilling his cock with it. They gasped moaned, growled as they fed upon each other. She bounced and bounced. Her cunt feeling tighter and tighter to his engorged penis. She rode his thrusts harder and harder. His thrusts forcing him deeper and deeper. He felt his balls pinching. The feel of them both heading for climax drove them desperate. She whimpered, grinding her hips back and forth over his lap. He held her down and thrusted into her without a care for the screams filling his mouth as his won roars filled hers. Fuck. Fuck! FUCK!!!!! She came. Her walls gripping him and releasing and gripping over and over. His hot semen shooting jets deep into her core. And she rode him. She kept fucking him. Not wanting it to end so soon. Wanting him to tremble between her thighs. And he wanted to. Gods, did he want to tremble between her legs again. His breathing rasped as he strained to give her all he could. He felt himself release more into her. Jet after jet. She could feel it, his hot seed inside her. Her legs starting to shake as her own orgasm ebbed into needy moans. She wanted more. Had to have more.
Her body stopped moving. She clawed at him. Their orgasm gone too soon. Hoping their kiss would last. But he wanted more too.
Vegeta sat up on his knees and dumped her off his lap. Temporarily vacating her tight body. She gasped as she bounced on the mattress before he flipped her over. He was on her in a second. She yelped when he yanked one of her knees up the soft linens. He was back inside her with a single, powerful thrust. She screamed as he took her from behind. Sweat beading on her skin. Sweat dripping of his. He reached around and cupped her delicate throat. Turning her face to look at him even though he shut his eyes, gritted his teeth, and pounded into her relentlessly.
“Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!” She screamed.
His free hand gripped the sheets. “Hn! Hn! Hn! Hn!” He grunted. Pounding her. Jarring her tiny body beneath his.
“Hahnngh,” she growled.
“Hnngh,” he growled back, rolling them both onto their sides.
He grabbed the lifted knee and held it up. Thrusting in her with abandon. He angled her face up to his again and devoured her lips. She shoved the pillow away and grabbed a huge chunk of sheets. Her breasts bounced. Her back arched. He was fucking her gloriously. Her legs shook as her body began bracing again. Holy fuck! Holy Fuck! His thick fingers dug into the tender flesh under her thigh as she felt—She yanked on the sheets, hearing them rip, as her scream filled his body. She felt herself squirt her juices over her inner thigh, slicking his thrusting dick. He slipped in and out of her so much easier now. Rubbing that rough spot inside her perfectly. Furiously. He growled again. Deeper. Darker. He kissed her so hard she thought her lips would bruise. Oh fuck this feels so good!
Suddenly he pulled away from her. She fell back on her back. He was on top of her. His iron body pinning her down to the bed. Pinned her wrists down by their hips. He thrust and she saw stars behind her eyelids. He fucked her hard. Deep. She never thought he could be this deep or this rough with her. And she loved it!
Her breasts squished against his chest. His mouth falling open as he, “Hng! Hng! Hng! Hng!,” into her drenched cunt. He’d make her wetter. He’d fill her with his seed so much that it would seep out between his shaft and her nether lips again. He slammed his cock into her over and over. More, he had to have more! Had to give her more! She would never want! She would never be in doubt!
“Hng! Hng! Hng! Hng! Hng!”
“Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!”
She struggled beneath him. Writhed. But he was steel. He wouldn’t budge except for his hips giving her pleasure beyond words but not beyond sound…
Suddenly her head snapped back with a primal scream filling her room and spilling into the crisp might air beyond her balcony. Sweat dripped down his forehead and cheek onto her prone throat.
“Hnngh!!” He roared as he released in her again. Filling her more. His hips slamming into her again… again… again… Her walls thundering around his pulsating dick. He gave it to her over and over. Fresh hot jets of his seed streaming into her hot depths. Gods, she feels good!
Suddenly he rolled over onto his back, taking her with him. She took control immediately. Her hips rode with abandon. Her nails finding the chiseled edges of his pectorals and digging into their curves.
“HA! HA! HA! HA! HNGH!” She roared. Squeezing her eyes shut and riding her Husband’s fantastic stiff cock. He felt so fucking amazing! And the way he made her feel, she was dripping with sweat. Soaked in it and cum and she didn’t care! She was in Heaven! His head was flung back, “HA! HN! HN!” He groaned, wallowing in the pleasure she gave him. His body just as drenched as hers.
She rode him. Rode him. He gripped her hips. His fingers digging into her soft flesh. She bowed her head as she felt her body tense and suddenly release again. She squirted all over his crotch. Her body shaking. Her strawberries as pert as lighthouses. It was bliss! Pure bliss! She kept riding, kept feeling her whole body tingle with her cumming until he joined her.
His hips bucked up into her hard and she felt more thick spurts of his cream slather her inside. It was so hot! It felt so good! She kept riding and riding until he was having trouble breathing. Vegeta, the Prince of All Saiyans, was straining under the power of the orgasm she could pull from him. Tearing him down. Breaking him apart the same way he did to her. It made her feel glorious! It made her feel powerful! It made her feel like a Queen!
They panted for awhile before she managed to lift her head from his chest and place a gentle press of her lips to his. It was all the kiss she could manage. His lips reacted, pucker for hers. She kissed again, he puckered back again. Then again. And again. Until their kisses were longer… deeper… involving their tongues searching each other’s mouths. He was succulent. With such a scarred body and such rough hands, Vegeta’s lips were surprisingly soft and pillowy. His tongue curious and attentive. For him, he’d never felt anything so soft in his life as her pillowy lips. They seemed perpetually moist and plump and just waiting for him to suck and nip and feast. Her tongue was agile and catlike and inquisitive. Every part of her was an explorer and begged to be explored. Vegeta never thought of himself as an adventurer, but for her, he was. He would always be an avid explorer just for her.
He began to push up, pushing her back up. She slipped off his lap the further he sat up. He got up on his knees. The bustling breaking their kiss. But she stayed close to him, her lips always near, and ready to be back on his the moment there was an opportunity to. He straightened up on his knees and reached for her hips as her hands reached for his neck. They drew each other in for another round of oral exploration. He indulged in her, pressed her hips to his. Commiting it all to memory. He plunged his tongue deeper. Slicking and snaking it over hers. Feeling the sharp edges of her perfect teeth. The warmth of her mouth. He pressed her hips closer. Felt the searing heat of her incredible body. Felt the press and slight parting of her nether lips against the aching hardness of his rock hard cock. She was drenched and he felt the peak of her engorged pearl. He groaned. He needed more. Had to have more. Had to give her more as though the ghost o his body presence could stay with her forever like a talisman that warded off any who would dare to get near her while he was away.
Then he nudged and pulled one side of her hip. Silently asking her to turn around. She held their kiss as long as she could as she began to turn her body around for him. When their lips broke, they both sucked in air. She turned fully around and leaned over onto all fours. He enveloped her tiny frame with his own muscular one. She gripped the sheets as he nuzzled the lovebite he’d given her through her hair. She closed her eyes and moaned long and low. Relishing in the feel of his Saiyan love for her. The puff of his hot breath through his nose permeating her hair and skin. Making the lovebite scar tingle. And moistening between her legs even more. Reflexively her core clenched even though he wasn’t inside her to feel it. Vegeta reached between them and took hold of himself. He pulled away from his mate just enough to line himself up then closed the distance between them again as he slipped inside of her. He made sure to enter her nice and slow since she was so wet and he wanted her to feel every bit of him. For her wanton pussy to memorize the smooth roundness and cleft of his head, every vein along his shaft, and every ridge leading down to his base. He filled her. And she moaned an ‘Ahhhhh’ that was music to his ears.
Inside of her, he reached his hands and cupped her full breasts. Her pussy clenched his penis as he rolled his palm over her stiff nipples. Strawberries, he hummed. She gasped. He squeezed her breasts, feeling how soft they were. Pliable. Luscious orbs of the softest cream. He reared back slowly, bringing her with him, and making sure that he didn’t slip out of her.
He sat back on his heels. Bulma leaned her head back and he wiggled his nose over her lovebite. He closed his eyes, wallowing in the cozy warmth that was her. Her slipped his hands to hook behind her knees. And lifted.
She trusted him completely. Her tight ass nestled into his lap even more as he raised her bent legs over his bent knees. He balanced her perfectly. She closed her eyes and reached around his neck and placed her fingers over the scar of the lovebite she’d given him. He purred at her touch. His hips moved. Leisurely. Up then down… Up then down… Her fingers rubbed circles over his lovebite. Sweat dripped down his temples. Down his etched shoulders and biceps. It poured off of her like she was goddess of water. He grinned, My Namekian Goddess. He buried his face in her bobbing teal curls, breathing in her scent like she was a cup of morning coffee, contented wafts of steam that melted every tense muscle better than any massage. Being inside her was his solace. His sanctuary. He let go of her right knee. She kept it balanced on her own, liking the way this position made him feel inside her. He slipped his hand over her slick stomach… down… down… running his fingers through her sticky patch of teal hairs, rolling his digits through it… moving down to her saturated lips and parting them with his honey-dipped fingers. Her back arched the moment a warm fingertip caressed her hot bead.
“Aha,” she cried out.
He made small, tender circles over her stimulated clit. Her breathing shallowed, rasped. He purred into her hair again. Enjoying in the gentle, bobbing thrusts, the squish of their sticky sweet juices over his fingers and palm and her nether lips, and her achingly arousing whimpers of pleasure. She responded by turning her face to his, mashing the side of her face to the left side of his so hard her right eye squeezed shut. His nose nestled over the flushed apple of her cheek. His lips finding her jawline and kissing it over and over. Her hand slipped from his lovebite to his ear and cheek. He kept moving his hips. Rubbing her glorious pearl. Her free hand gripped his wrist still holding up her left knee. Her mouth hanging open in constant cries and moans. It was tempting to stay here forever. Experience nights like this forever. Be inside her forever. More than she could possibly know. But it couldn’t be, not until he had defeated the Androids. And to do that he had to leave in the morning, well, mere hours from now actually. In the meantime, he could be tempted by her, experience her, be inside her all night long until the alarm sounded and their fairytale night together would end.
“Uhhnngh,” she growled. The sound vibrating through his body.
He growled, low, deep, and luscious. She melted, gasping. He bucked a little for good measure. Her breathing seized in her chest. His tongue joined his kisses to her jaw. Licking the salty dew from her flushed jaw. Drinking her in literally. His brows pinched when he felt the pressure begin to build in his balls right at the base of his extended cock. Her breathing became ragged. Her cheeks burning with sexual exertion. He felt her tightening around his weeping head. He strained to keep his pace measured. All he wanted to do was fuck her with total, reckless abandon. Grind into her tender pussy all of his cock she could take. His breathing changed. Picked up. Rasped. She clenched tighter. His balls pinched tighter.
“Uh! Uh! Uh!”
He rubbed her inside and out. Licked and kissed.
Her grip on his wrist went white-knuckle.
The sweat sheened their skins in the moonlight as though they had bathed under it’s heavenly glow. And they had, bathed in each other’s affections.
“Ha! Ha! Ha!”
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! Fuck!!!!! Vegeta suddenly grabbed her clit as his cock pulsed, cumming inside her. Twitching and bobbing with each jet of his hot semen he filled pussy with. His hand squeezing the tender flesh behind her knee. Bulma’s head fell back, voiceless, as she gasped and whimpered, trying to breathe. Her walls quaking. The fluttering milking him. Her nails biting into his wrist. Her other hand desperately holding onto his meaty trapezius for dear life. Legs shaking. Toes curling tight.
They pitched forward. Collapsing. Panting hard against the bedsheets. But he wasn’t done yet. Not by a long shot. It started with a soft growl… then another as he parted his lips and nipped at her shoulder… then another growl lasting longer as his nips became playful. The Saiyan way of asking her if she was ready yet. Keeping her enticed for him. Eventually she started purring, rubbing her body against his. Marking him as her territory. His growl became huskier, her purr needier. He rubbed his body with hers. Oh, they could feel how ready they were again.
He reared back, slipping out of her. He grabbed her arm and flipped her over roughly. She let out an excited squeal, bouncing on the comfy mattress that had already proven its buoyancy more than up to the sensuous task of keeping up with them. So there she was. Radiant in the glory of her perfect body and the wet glow it received from hot, steamy, sex with her Husband and the aura of the moonlight outside their room. Her legs spread, her knees bent up just waiting from the perfect fit of his hips to hers. Her voluptuous pillows of cream waiting for his touch, waiting for his lips and tongue to snack on her delectable strawberries. Her sapphire blue eyes watched his. She got a kick all over again at how the Prince liked to survey his territory. She turned her hands over so that the back of her hands felt the warmth that their insane body heats had lent the sheets then dragged them up the bed in wide swings of her arms to dangle her hands over the edge of the mattress above her head. Surrendering to him and his dark desires, desires she wanted him to fulfill with her. His smoldering gaze followed the path of her hands upward and found her eyes waiting for his. She licked her lips before biting her lip in that way that drives him wild… her toe reached out to his slippery thigh and dragged the tip of its nail up to the temptation of the start of his plunging ‘V’. He smirked, that smirk that told her he was going to fuck her senseless, enjoy every moment of it and make sure she did too, and he knew that he really was that incredible in her bed. She loves that smirk. Without preamble, he grabbed her ankle and pulled her leg straight up on a long, elegant line. He kept eye contact with her as he ran his hand down her calve… down the back of her knee… he grabbed the back of her thigh roughly.
“Uhngh,” she gasped, backing arching a little. Breasts bouncing and those curls…
Vegeta shoved her knee against her chest. Bulma gasped. He licked his own lips as he took hold of his dick once more and lined up his eager head with her waiting entrance. He pressed his tip to her and her moan came out more as a desperate whimper. He knew that sound, that was the sound of her desperate for him to fill her and fuck her into the mattress. He gave a smoldering growl deep in his chest like a barrel roll of Saiyan thunder and shoved his hips forward, thrusting into her. Her back snapped back fiercely. A scream ripped from her throat. He leaned over her, balanced on his other hand he placed beside her hip, and eased his hips back from her, slipping out a little. Then he slipped back in. Then out. Her back eased back into the comfort of the mattress. She looked at him with blushed cheeks and pleading eyes. Gods! She looks stunning! He thrusted back in. Hard. Bearing down on her with his cock. Pounding her pussy. Hard and fast. The bed bounced and creaked with his power.
Her shoulder lifted. Her eyes squeezed tight at the mercy of the fucking onslaught. She gritted her teeth. Taking it. Taking him. Her hand gripped his forearm muscles. Her nails dug in deep. He looked down and watched her delicate nails drag burning, long, red lines down his flesh. Then he looked further down at the sticky mess their crotches and inner thighs were and watched his cock ramming in and out of her spread folds. Fuck!!! He seared it into his mind. He watched himself fuck the shit out of his wife. Her stifled screams morphing into snarls that turned him on even more. Calling to his primal side. He went at her harder and faster. She writhed. Her head snapped back. She growled like he’d never heard her before.
He leaned back, not slowing his pace or easing his power for a moment. He yanked her leg up from mashing her perfect breast and lifted it to his chest. Holding her calve over his shoulder. Sweat dripped down his cheek. Down his trapezius. Down his perfect pectorals. He watched her writhe, snarl, growl. Her nails biting into his flesh, searing. Sweat matting her soaked curls to her hairline. Matting her hair to her neck. To her shoulder. It beaded on her breasts and stomach. Dripped off her shoulders and biceps. She kept her leg spread for him. She was truly a sight to behold! His cheeks blushed deep red as he watched her take him. He gritted his teeth, feeling what seeing it was doing to him. He pounded harder and harder. Faster and faster. The bed sounded like it was about to give. She sounded like she was about to be ripped apart and wanted nothing but more of him. Gods!! She’s perfect!! She’s fucking perfect!!!!! He wanted to lick the moonlight off her body…
He flung himself down onto her. Still pounding her poor, defenseless, wanton pussy into the mattress. Hammering brutal, blissful screams from her tiny lungs. He grabbed her hips, his fingers digging savagely into her plump, round ass. He didn’t care if he bruised her. She didn’t care if he bruised her ass as long as he kept fucking her like this! She wrapped her arms around his neck. One of her hands grabbing a fat chunk of his flame and holding on as he plowed into her pussy. Her growls gave way to the most sinful moans of pure ecstasy. You are! You are so fucking GOOD TO ME!!!! He buried his face in her neck. Licking her pulse line clean of sweat. Clean of moonlight. Her legs wrapped around his waist and squeezed. More! More!
The pressure was building. Building. Building. He felt like his whole body was going to explode. Every muscle, every sinew drew as tight as an overstretched band. Vibrating under the stress. About to snap gloriously. He didn’t stop. He didn’t dare stop. She clung to him for dear life. She didn’t want him to stop. Not until… Oh Kami! Until… Oh Kami!! Unti—She screamed the most powerful orgasm of her fucking life! Brutal. Primal. He dug vicious bruises into her hot ass, slamming into her quivering pussy over and over and over. Roaring like a fiend! Feeling himself shoot hot streams of cum deep inside her. So fucking deep! He kept going until he fucking hurt to keep fucking her like this. She kept up with him though. Lasting just as long.
But he couldn’t stop now. If he did, the night would end before the alarm. If he did, it wouldn’t last forever!
He moved his hips, slipping out of her. He hissed at the pain it sent through his tip and shaft, searing him on the way out. He lifted himself up just enough to flip her over onto her stomach. She lay there. Exhausted and spent. Vegeta may be exhausted, but he was far from spent. He pounced on her prone form. He hands gripped the sheets on either side of her as he smashed his mouth onto her lower back. Kissing and licking the base of her spine. She cooed, barely able to writhe under the tingling feeling of his tongue on her skin. His mouth traveled up her spine. Tasting and sampling each vertebra. She moaned and shivered beneath him. Heat pooling in her core again. All at once she felt as if she couldn’t take anymore and she couldn’t get enough. The further he went up the middle of her back the more aroused she became. She wasn’t the only one. Fresh scent filled his nostrils, mixing with their old juices, and each whimper and shudder made his mouth water. Making him harder. He couldn’t get enough of her. He lapped up her sweat. Lapped up the salt from her skin. He gave her a kiss between her shoulder blades then nipped at her lovebite, she moaned, before kissing it lustily then sitting up on his knees. Her grabbed her round rump sitting so enticingly right in front of him. Like she was offering herself up to him. And who was he to reject or deny himself such an offering. From his Wife.
Vegeta massaged Bulma’s buttocks before sliding his hands along her wet skin to take hold of her ample hips. He lifted, she whined a little, but he got her hips up over her knees. He kept one hand on her hip to keep her steady and slipped the other to his stiff member. He slicked some of his precum over his weeping head. Gritting his teeth and hissing at it’s hypersensitivity. He held his tip out and rubbed it against her splayed entrance. Her hips bucked, her voice moaning, begging him to enter her. Her rubbed at her entrance a few more times then pressed himself in. She welcomed him gratefully, easily. Slowly, Vegeta pushed his hips forward until he was fully inside her. He felt her walls grip all around him, holding him deep inside her. Gods, she feels so good. He gripped her hips tightly and began fucking her again. Setting another hard and fast pace. She rose up on her hands, “Ha! Ha! Ha!”
He was mesmerized by the frantic bouncing of her teal-colored locks. Flashing him quick glimpses of the scar of her lovebite. He could almost envision by the slump of her shoulders the bouncing of her breasts. Suddenly he didn’t want to imagine anything. That time was coming sooner than he’d like, but for now he wanted the real thing.
Vegeta reached down and yanked back on her left elbow. She’d nearly slipped, but he yanked again on her forearm then wrist. She was reared up as he rode her hard. He gripped her wrist tightly and pinned it to the small of her back between them. She looked back at him, struggling to keep her self up. His eyes looked down over her trapped shoulder. Down at her flushed bouncing breasts… He licked his lips like a starving man shown a steak. Or rather a starving Saiyan Prince shown a single, ripe Strawberry. He growled deep and low in his chest. He kept her left arm pinned as he reached around her right arm. Pinning it as well. His fingertips caressed over the wet dome of her right breast. He massaged it. She yelled in his face, “Uhhnngh!”
Oh fuck, he cupped her breast… then fingered her strawberry. It was soft and stiff at the probing of his fingertip. He felt her pussy clench. He rolled his finger over her strawberry’s luscious tip.
“Uhhhnnngh!”
He rubbed his thumb over the curve of her pillow… rubbed it once, twice over her strawberry tip… then took it between his thumb and his forefinger and pinched.
“HA!!!” She screamed.
He rubbed and rolled her pert nipple between his fingers. Her hips bucked into him. He kept thrusting. Watching himself manipulate her tender nipple. Her body trembled. Legs weakening. But he kept her held up. Kept her body bouncing faster and faster off his thrusting pelvis. He listened to her body. The way she was screaming. The way her pussy had a death grip on his manhood even as he slipped in and out of her. From this angle he rubbed that special part inside of her perfectly. Relentlessly. Her nose nuzzled his cheek. He nearly came. She nuzzled it again. Kept nuzzling. He felt his balls clench again.
“Hn! Hn! Hn!” He groaned through clenched teeth.
“Ha! Ha! Ha!” The tip of her nose rubbed into his cheek—
“HHHNNNNNGH!!!!” He came. Filling her pussy. His seed squirting from her wet folds. Dripping down his pulsating shaft. Oozing down her thighs. His hips slammed into her again and again. Prolonging his bliss. He buried his face in her curls. His cheeks burning with exertion. His whole body trembled. Suddenly she grabbed his thigh with her free hand… He felt her walls quake. He stopped his hips. Leant his forehead against the back of her shoulder. Grateful that her orgasm was milking him of the rest of his orgasm. She stopped moving. Panting. Flushed as her pussy quaked and his cock slowly stopped pulsing as it squirted more semen into her…
She basked in the warmth of his body. It always amazed her how much stamina he had, how much stamina he gave her just by being the only man she’d ever met that treated her like the only woman in the world. He always seemed to push himself to breaking for her, with her… He loves her and she loves him. They found adventure and excitement in each other on Namek. Then they found comfort in each other when her heart had been broken by someone else. Now she was his wife and they found solace in each other forever.
He released her wrist and slumped back on his heels. His arms hung by his sides, his hands palms up beside his shivering thighs, and his head bowed. He gasped for air, panting still. She collapsed forward and barely caught herself on her hands. Her sweat dripped off her onto the bedsheets. Temporarily darkening the bright pink color. She looked back over her shoulder at him. He hadn’t budged. Just sat there looking like a spent and broken man… but she knew he was far from it. She turned around to face him. He lifted his head to look at her; his cheeks deep red and his eyes nearly shut. Bulma crawled up to him… up onto his lap… Vegeta looked up into her blue eyes, still bright and beautiful and the most enchanting things he’d ever seen in the entire universe. She reached up and he felt the angel soft touch that he’d never experienced in entire tortured life until he’d met her. Her fingers warmed his cheeks as she leaned her forehead against his and breathed in his smell. Musk… sweat… spice that made her stomach tingle and butterfly… She slipped one hand into his hair… and took a handful of his unique flame at the back of his head. Enjoying the feel of his hair between her fingers. Coarse and soft at the same time… like him. She leaned in further and touched the tip of her nose to his then nuzzled him. Somehow he found it in himself to raise his hands to rest on her waist… then wrapped his arms around her. Holding her. Bulma tilted her head… and pressed her lips to Vegeta’s. The kiss was simple. No lusty fire… just a glow, like the halo of moonlight they found themselves and their bed bathed in. Like it had the night they conceived their child, the night they bonded together forever. Their kiss lasted as long as a breath. She kissed him again… then again. Slowly he leaned forward, making sure to keep his arms around her tiny waist. He laid them back on the warm sheets with control that he didn’t think he still had.
It was their respite without having to lose any time to something as frivolous as sleep. Spending all the time they could with each other before… He squeezed his eyes shut and inhaled deeply; he didn’t want to think about that, all he wanted to do right now was lay here in his bed and kiss his Wife. Relish in the softness of her lips… in the softness of her whole body in his arms… He kissed her back. Soft, sweet, and gentle. He was only ever this way with her. She was magic to him, for him. He loves her. He’s never loved anything except his homeworld, but she, his Bulma, she is his homeworld now.
His hands travelled along her sides… her hips… up her sides again… his fingers and palms mapping every curve of her body. The flex of every muscle just beneath that smooth porcelain skin. Her fingers threaded over and over through his thick, black, flame of hair… each caress sending thrills to his spine. He etched the feeling in his mind, never forgetting the way she made him feel. Her fingers left his hair… travelled down the back of his neck, fingered the lines of the scar she’d given him… his breathing shallowed, picked up; it was amazing… her delicate touch caressed along the lines of his shoulder blades… down his back. Nimble digits tracing the line of every scar that he’d rather forget about but life and anatomy refused to let him ever forget. Now he had something new to attribute to those scars, not the horrors of their stories but the bliss of her touch. He felt himself throb and ache between their bodies, growing with each caress. He tilted his head this way… and that… kissing her in every way possible and she did the same. Her hands cupped the middle of his back… sliding down… down… His hands slipped over her arms… sliding up… up… He cupped her shapely shoulders. Her fingers settled on his lower back… began moving inward. He knew to where. His penis knew where. Her breathing quickened, she knew where and what it would mean.
Silently, she began spreading her legs for him. She took her time with the motion. Knowing to let him commit to memory every touch… every sensation… Her fresh scent, their juices, tingling his nose. Making his mouth water in primal ways that he was sure went beyond what it meant to be a Saiyan but not beyond what it meant to be a man. His hands moved from her shoulders up into the fluffy curls that haloed her angelic face. He drove his fingers up through them… feeling the soft caress of every teal tendril… His thick fingertips found her scalp. He cupped her head, feeling thick locks matte between his palms and her head. Felt soft fingers trace scars angle down from the small of his back. Okay, so maybe he hadn’t known where her hands were going. Fingers traced the lines of his buttocks, riling him up, before cupping his buttocks. She moved his hips forward… his fingers curled and curled the closer his hips got to her heat… When he felt himself press at her entrance, he gripped handfuls of teal. He met no resistance as she guided him inside her. Gripping his cheeks tighter and tighter the further she brought him into her. He closed his eyes and just felt. Every succulent millimeter of her… her grip… his girth… his grip… the touch of the sheets beneath them. He was all the way in her, a perfect fit. He knew what to do. He eased his hips back, slipping out of her a little, then slipped back inside her. His movements were slow, testing, timid at first. He continued to absorb every sensation every moment. Felt each bead of sweat bloom on his skin and hers… each bead slink, stream, and trickle along rippling sinews and soft-moving porcelain… breathing patterns aligning with every gentle push. He bowed his head, the tip of his nose touching her chin. He inhaled deeply. Taking in everything. He picked up his movements. Bobbing their bodies up and down the mattress. Her plump breasts rose to press into his hard chest as her back arched with their slightly faster pace.
“Aaaaahhhhhh,” she moaned, her jaw slackening. Her own eyes closing slowly. She held him tight inside her. He absorbed new familiar sensations. He felt his tip weep crystal clear droplets inside her. “Aaaahhhh… Mmmmm… Hmmmmm…”
“Hhhnnnggghhhh,” he groaned, “Hhhhnnnnnggggghhhhh… Mmmmmmmm…” She was bliss, pure bliss. “Hhhhaaaaaaa… Aaaaahhhhhh…”
He moved faster in her. Making physical heat from the carnal heat. Manicured nails drew across his buttocks to his burning thighs over her own bobbing thighs to his knees nestled into rumpled folds of pink bed linens and fluffy mattress.
He shifted his knees a little bit farther apart, dropping himself down lower, and made one long circle with his hips. Her breath seized in her chest. Her back arched sharply. Nails digging into his knees. “Hah,” she gasped. She clamped down on him. “Ha,” he gasped. He couldn’t breathe. He made a circle again… felt her nipples pierce his chest, his cheeks flushed… Another circle… “Hhhhaaaaa!” She begged. “Hhhhaaaa.” He answered. Another circle. Another. He picked up speed again. The bed shifted with their movements. Rocking back and forth as well.
“Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!”
“Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!” Her fingers hooked around his knees. Holding on. He picked up his pace.
Their bed creaked and rocked and thudded loudly against the wall. Circle after circle. He picked up his pace. Circle. Circle. Circle.
His balls tingled. Tensed. THUD. THUD. THUD. Circle. Circle. Circle.
“HA! HA! HA! HA!”
“AH! AH! AH! AH!”
His whole body felt more alive than he ever remembered. Only with her. He was only ever this alive when he was with her. He could feel, could tell that she was only ever satiated when she was with him. Only with him.
Circle. Circle. Circle. THUD. THUD. THUD.
“HA! HA! HA!”
“AH! AH! AH!”
They knew how to fulfill one another. Give each other everything they never had before.
His body burned with pleasure. Going white hot, almost numb. The base of his cock pinching tighter and tighter with every circular thrust. He was going to explode inside her. He wanted to explode inside her. Fill her with his cum so thoroughly that the excess squirted out around his shaft from the confines of her folds. He wanted to stain the sheets with cum. Circle. Circle. Circle. THUD. THUD. THUD.
“HAAAAA!! HAAAAA!! HAAAAA!!” Gods, Bulma!!! Oh Gods, BULMA!!!!
“AAHHHNNNN!! MMMMNNNNN!!” Vegeta!! Oh Fucking KAMI!!! VEGETA!!!!
Tighter. Tighter. Circle. Circle. THUD. THUD. THUD.
The tension was unbearable. He wanted to break. To shatter inside her. He wanted her to come apart at the seams. Shatter into a million little pieces underneath him. His cock twitched. Twitched. I’m gonna… “HNN!! HNN!! HNN!!” Her thighs quivered against his. “AH!!! AH!!! AH!!!” I’m gonna… Tighter. Tighter. Circle. Circle. THUD. THUD. Quiver. Quiver.
“HN!!! HN!!! HN!!!”
“AH!!! AH!!! AH!!!”
His fists in her hair shook…
Her hips moved. Writhing in the incredible pleasure. She was on the brink. Teetering on that edge. The more she moved the more excited he got. The more the tightness at the base of his manhood was nearly bringing him to tears. He wanted to cum. He wanted to cum so bad inside her. He wanted her to cum so fucking hard all over him!
Tighter. Tighter. Circle. Circle. THUD. THUD. Quiver. Quiver.
Suddenly her hands shot to his lower back. Her fingers dug into his tail nub.
“HNNNGH!!!!!” He rammed into her. The bed giving an almighty CRACK! Against the wall! Thick spurts of semen squirted into her pussy. Her fingers rubbed deep and hard into his sensitive tail nub. He rammed again! “HNN!!!!” Again! “HNN!!!!!”
She gasped. Desperate as though she were taking more than she could handle. Overwhelmed. Her walls fluttered and fluttered. Ram! “HNGH!” Her fingers dug deeply into him. He strained to squirt all he could into her. Strained until she milked him dry. Strained until the quake of her pussy subsided. He bobbed his hips a few times. Giving her aftershocks. He worked his hips through pants until even those subsided.
They opened their eyes. He drank in the sight of her desperate sapphire eyes glowing in the moonlight. The apples of her cheeks flushed bright pink. Her curls matted to her hairline like a teal crown he’d bestowed upon her. Beads of sweat dotting her forehead and chin. He felt a drop of sweat slip along his jaw, build up on the tip of his chin, and drop down on her chin and snake down her delicate, bobbing throat. She’d never seen his cheeks so red. Never saw him look so rested, so at peace with what they’d done. Sweat made a sheen of water and moonlight over his face; highlighting the right side of his face so brightly. He wasn’t glaring at her or scowling at all. He looked like he was… in love with her. She held him tighter, pressing his lower back into her, not wanting to let him out of her. Not wanting to let him go.
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
It was over. The spell was broken. It wasn’t just moonlight lighting their bodies. It was dawn. The sky was lightening outside her balcony. Taking away the moonlit night that had been their own private world. Taking their sanctuary away with the growing light. It was time.
He had to go.
* * *
Silence.
It was so unusually silent while they were getting dressed. His Woman was unusually quiet and he’d noticed that she wasn’t meeting his eyes either. He, on the other hand, couldn’t stop looking at her; committing every gloomy line to memory. He’d didn’t want to forget her or a single part of her… he…
“I love you,” he said quietly.
She froze with the shirt clearing her head and part of her shoulders. He watched her for a moment. The elegant line of her back… the smoothness of her skin… the—
She sniffed. Then sniffed again. Then her shoulders started shaking.
Silently Vegeta gave his glove a last tug then walked around the bed and stepped up right in front of her. She kept her head down, the fall of her hair hiding her eyes from him, but how tight her lips were pursed together was a dead giveaway. Vegeta reached out and slipped her other arm through the arm of her shirt then pulled it down over her torso. She kept holding back her sobs even as he felt her tears falling onto his gloved hands. He slipped the side of his finger underneath her chin, hooked, and gently drew her face up so he could see it.
Her eyes were closed. Squeezed tight, tears staining her cheeks with their trails, her lips quivering under the strain she was putting them under.
He tilted his head, leaned in, and kissed her. Suddenly her arms were around his neck. She kissed him hungrily. Instinctively, his arms wrapped around her waist. He devoured her right back. Their breathes meshed loudly in their ears. She rolled her head. Kissing him deeper and deeper. He plunged his tongue into her depths. When they’d stolen the oxygen from each other’s lungs, their kiss broke with a gasp for air.
“I love you,” she breathed, “I love you, I love you, I love you.” She repeated over and over, breaking a little bit more each utterance… until she finally sobbed out loud in his arms.
Vegeta held her close. Cupping her head into the crook of his strong neck. He pressed his lips into her hair, kissing her head. He breathed in the scent of strawberry, sweat, sex, and himself. It was also the reason why he hadn’t bathed before putting on the Saiyan-like new armor and body suit, gloves and boots she’d given him as a parting gift. He smirked into her hair, along with a promise of more suits of armor to come so long as he kept coming back. Appealing to his warrior self and sense of Saiyan Pride to get him back here with her again and again no matter the distance away from her he went. She didn’t have to do that, he’d always return to her. But he knew why she did it. The pathetic weakling had abandoned her more than once. Promised to return to her only to end up laving her over and over. She was afraid that Vegeta would do the same. That he would get back out in the rest of the galaxy, rest of the universe, and not want to come back to her. He understood her fear. How many times had he talked about blowing up her planet before returning to the cosmos to dominate them as King? Now… now, it was different. He couldn’t care less about the cosmos. He didn’t want to be out in the cosmos… He wanted to be here with her. He wasn’t just coming back to fight the Androids. He was coming back to his Wife and their future child.
KNOCK. KNOCK.
Judging by the timidness, it was, “Bulma, Vegeta, the ship’s ready whenever you are,” the Father.
The old man new it had to be him to come and get them. He was the only one, Vegeta was fairly certain now, that knew what it meant to leave his family for important work for an unknown amount of time. There was only one guarantee: he would come home to them. But that didn’t make leaving them in the first place any less painful.
Bulma sniffed as she pulled away from him, wiping her tears from her eyelashes.
“I’m sor-sorry. I-I messed up-up your new s-suit.” She kept sniffing.
“I want to smell like you for as long as possible.”
She finally looked up at him. Her eyes wide with shock. He took in those sapphire jewels the absolutely beguiled him every time he saw them. Then she smiled and began to laugh. His heart skipped beats at the beautiful sound, one of his private joys in life… that and her outrageous vulgarity during their lovemaking.
“So do I,” she giggled.
He smiled and took her hand in his. He brought it to his heart and held it there. Her smile died as she stared at their joined hands.
“I’m coming back. But first… I must go.”
She nodded. Turned. And led him by the hand to the door. He admired her bravery… she had more courage in this moment than he.
* * *
He wanted to curse the dawn. Stepping closer and closer to the ship, he wanted to curse the brightening skylight behind it. Every step carried him farther away from her even though he held her hand as she walked beside him.
He glared at the ship. He didn’t want to leave her, but… but… she… he scowled, she was right. If he stayed, he would be too distracted by his mate bearing his child to continue his training properly even more than it already was. He had to leave her. But not for long! He had no idea how he was going to handle the next three months. He’d… he’d be alone again. He looked at the ship, but wasn’t seeing it. All he could see was a small space pod. Himself reflected in it’s bulbous glass. Sitting there with his arms crossed over his chest. A scouter on his ear. The calm and easy look of knowing he was moving on to the next planet to be ‘cleared’ for resale. Yes, always Nappa and usually Radditz were in similar pods traveling beside his own, but still, he had been completely alone. His stomach clenched viciously. He gritted his teeth and forced the bile back down. Was he prepared to go back into that again?
As if she could read his mind, Bulma gave their joined hands a little squeeze. He felt the gentle low burn of her ki… and the bright spark of ki inside her that was their child. Yes, his jaw set as he stared down the ship, yes, he would go back to Hell for them.
He led past her unusually quiet parents to the bottom of the ship’s ramp. He turned to her, his Wife. But before he could even say a thing, her arms were around his neck again. Her body was trembling against his. Bulma squeezed her eyes shut as if that would somehow stop him from leaving as if doing that over and over would prevent any of all these bad things from happening. She just wanted some moment of peace where he would stay and they could be a happy little family and maybe an Earth wedding to go with their Saiyan one… And maybe another child. They had said that they both wanted more. But… the Androids. The Androids had to be dealt with first although, she’d never tell him, but what if they killed him? That Earth wedding would never happen. That second child would never happen. No, he needed this. He needed this to become a Super Saiyan. He needed this so that they could have all that. She hugged him tighter. She felt strong masculine arms, the same arms that had wrapped around her morning, noon, and night for weeks wrap around her once more… He’s shaking?! Why is he shaking? Is he—
“Bulma,” his voice was stern like she was used to, but shaky, which she wasn’t; it scared her, “If… If that stupid boy from the future screwed everything up and the Androids show up early, if they… if they show up before I’m back,” his voice cracked and he paused, taking the moment to compose himself. In the silence, she realized he was voicing his worst fear in all this. That he was making a huge mistake with disastrous consequences. Screwing up, losing everything he ever loved, that was the greatest things to ever grace his pathetic, fucked up life. That the Androids would show up. That she and the baby would… would… “If those stupid, fucking tin cans show up before I’m back,” he gritted, “your Father has a second ship. I want you to get your parents and that stupid cat and all your friends into that ship and go to New Namek. Do you understand me? You get everyone and go to New Namek.”
“Vegeta…”
He grabbed her arms and yanked her back so he could get a good look at her face. “Bulma, promise me.”
“Vegeta…”
“Promise me!” He screamed in her face.
She gaped. Terrified. She’d never seen him look so terrified. Not even when he sensed Frieza coming to Earth. This was… so important… “Yes, Vegeta. I promise.”
“All of them. Especially Dende and Popo. Without them, there’s no hope of getting the dragon balls back.”
She nodded. He’d said their names, their actual names. Oh Kami, he is fucking terrified to leave. She nodded more emphatically, “I will, Vegeta, I will.”
“When I enter the system, I will search for your ki. If I don’t sense it, I will meet you on New Namek.”
She nodded again. He had a plan. When did he come up with a plan?
Suddenly he cupped her cheek. He was so gentle. She reached out and cupped his cheek, rubbing her thumb softly over his skin. He wanted to kiss, she wanted him to kiss her, but he knew if he did… He leaned in… then tilted his chin up… and pressed his lips to her forehead. She closed her eyes and took the feel on his lips on her skin, memorizing it, committing it to memory. He pulled away. Turned. And began walking up the ramp into the ship. As soon as the first bootstep, Bulma turned and began walking back to the house.
Vegeta surprised himself by reaching the top of the ramp. And surprised himself again by entering the ship. He didn’t surprise himself when he refused to look back and blindly shut the ships door behind him before he ever thought of turning around to face it. She, she and their child, were on the other side of this door. He held onto it’s locking mechanism for a long moment, numb to the hum of the ship waiting for his commands, numb to everything except the pain of realizing that he was leaving her, leaving them behind. He concentrated on her ki and found her just entering the house. Good, good Woman. She knew if he caught even a glimpse of her distress other than just sensing it through her ki that he would disembark this stupid vessel and return to her in an instant. She had to hide herself, had to. He locked the door. Sealing himself inside. He turned again and headed for the pilot’s seat and the vessel’s command controls.
He remembered the first time he’d seen this part of the ship. After she’d brought him to Earth as her houseguest. He smiled to himself, Vulgar woman. His smile shifted into a grin as he sat down. Oh, at first he’d promised not to do anything naughty to her, but now… he chuckled, naughty was all he did to her. Vegeta reached out and began plotting in destination coordinates, seeing as how the Father had already had the ship warming up. Vegeta frowned as his gloved fingers pressed buttons. He still wasn’t entirely sure where the Hell he was going. All he knew was that it wasn’t here. Well, he would at least begin by plotting a course that would get him out of the solar system. That would be a good start. Then… Then… His frowned deepened. Well, he’d get to the next step after completing the first. The coordinates were laid in. He sensed her in their room now. She was avoiding her balcony, avoiding that whole side of the room. Good Woman. He began the launch sequence.
“Launch sequence initiated.” Somehow, this time, he didn’t find the computer’s feminine voice comforting. “Launch in ten. Nine. Eight…”
Vegeta sat back in his chair. His whole boy was tense. It was unusual for him to be traveling without having to be in stasis. The first time he’d done this, trying to find Kakkarot after the fool survived but didn’t return to Earth, the going-without-stasis thing hadn’t bothered him at all. He found the whole situation freeing. It showed him that he really was free of Freiza. This time, he’d rather be in stasis.
“Four. Three. Two. One.”
The ship lifted up. Smoothly. Flawlessly. He smiled bitterly. That was her handiwork. She and her Father had made absolutely sure that everything about this vessel would be in perfect working condition for him. Better than working condition. She wouldn’t let him go unless it met her meticulous standards.
He watched her parents grow smaller… He watched the yard of Capsule Corp grow smaller… Capsule Corp grow smaller… the city grow smaller… the region… landmass… planet. He was away. Away from her for the first time since they had become mates. In minutes, the ship was approaching the system’s asteroid belt. The ship’s own defense protocols activated and it dodged and wove it’s way through easily. Again, another gift from her to him. The ship could travel and he could train. My Woman, he wished she were here with him but he’d never dare bring their child out into space unless he had to. If anyone, anyone, found out that he had an offspring and a mate, neither would be safe; he’d done too much under Freiza’s orders and just as much not under the lizard’s orders. He approached another planet. He kept silent. Then another. Then another. Another. And finally the last. He had done it. He was clear of the solar system. So what now?... Well, when he’d been searching for Kakkarot, he’d began by going to the nearest trading planet and asked questions at the landing areas about if any one had seen another Saiyan or had heard of one. Vegeta laid in the new coordinates. This time he wouldn’t be asking about another Saiyan. This time he’d be asking around for a good place to train. A good place to fight. To push him to the limits. Shouldn’t be too hard. There plenty of people who wanted to kill him. The more difficult matter would be finding the few who didn’t… And making them regret that decision—No, no, if he was to succeed in becoming the Legendary Super Saiyan, he couldn’t make enemies everywhere he went. He’d have to… He has to go beyond what he would normally do, how he would normally act. He had a mate now and a child on the way, picking a fight all the time would satisfy his own wants and needs but not theirs. No, no extra enemies. Extra informants. That was what he needed! Extra informants. Vegeta pushed a button and his ship sped away from his Wife’s system. He swallowed down yet another acidic threat of bile, What am I going to do tonight? How will I sleep without her?
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She’d waited. Bulma’d waited. She returned to their room, broke out her laptop, brought up the program that tracked his ship as long as it was within range, and waited. The engines had roared, but nowhere near as loud as her heart in her own ears. He was leaving. The ground shook and for a moment she feared that it would give out beneath her; she certainly felt like her legs were going to. Bulma stared at the monitor, watching the tiny blip that was his ship reach all the necessary landmarks on its way out of the solar system. Each one twisting her heart a little then a little bit more. He was getting farther and farther away from her. Her eyes started to sting. She sniffed and still smelled their lovemaking filling the air. She grabbed her heart. He’d just past Neptune… No. Her eyes burned. Uranus. No. Pluto. No. No. The blip stalled for a moment… Her vision watered. Then it was gone. He was gone.
“NNNOOOOOOO!!!!!” Bulma dropped to her knees. Pitched forward. Her forehead hit her soft carpet and she sobbed. Wailing with grief. He was gone.
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bonus day 8: soft caress for @tpthvegebulsmutfest
I KNOW that this is a strech, but ever since I saw that great wedding pic from @vegetapsycho I wanted to make one myself!
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Keiyaku VII for TPTH Vegebul Smutfest
AN: Well, here we are! It’s the end of Keiyaku. Have you enjoyed it? By the end, it was 20,100 words long. Thank goodness for @tpthvegebulsmutfest rule of using cuts! I love getting comments, hilarious tags and reblogs, so feel free to tell me what you think. Did something not make sense to you? Let me know! I plan on doing a full edit after the smutfest but before I put this up on AO3, which one of you asked me to do. Did you figure the ending out in advance? Did I shock you? Did you know that authors are desperate for human contact?
Day Seven – Cancer
“BEGIN!”
Bulma wanted to run away, she wanted to hide, she wanted to beg for mercy. She did none of those things.
Vegeta wanted to launch himself from his seat, to enter the battle, to rip Daiku apart and let his blood wash over the ground. He did none of those things.
Daiku wanted to refuse to fight. He wanted to throw the fight. He wanted to leave Bulma there, unharmed. He did none of those things.
“BEGIN!” once spoken, the command rang out over the assembled crowd and could not be unspoken. The battle would need to be met.
Daiku launched himself forward at Bulma – he would not drag her agony out needlessly. One light punch to the most heavily padded part of her suit should be enough to incapacitate her without killing her. He hoped he would not kill her.
Closer and closer, Daiku flew toward her, but Bulma felt the half-second stretch out into an eternity.
You have everything you need inside you.
I will swear upon my honor never to touch her – not in lust or in anger, so long as you live.
VEGETA, STOP!
It was time to test her theory.
“DAIKU, STOP!” Bulma shouted with all her might, all her willpower, all the strength she had in her tiny little frame.
The entire Saiyan audience jumped to their feet, stone silent. King Vegeta’s eyes were wide with disbelief, Prince Vegeta’s fists clenched tightly at his sides, mouth agape, frozen and breathless. Of all the Saiyans gathered, only Queen Pea, hiding the barest hint of a smile under one hand, remained unmoved by what she saw before her.
In the fighting ring, Daiku had frozen in place. One leg lifted in his blitz of a run. One arm swung forward and aimed at the dead center of Bulma’s chest. Less than one hair’s breadth separated his fist and her breastbone.
That would have been enough to draw jeers, cheers, jibes and still more betting – but it wouldn’t have dumbfounded the entire audience. That, however, wasn’t the only thing that had happened.
Bulma was glowing, surrounded by a radiant, royal purple light. Ki rolled off her in waves and she hovered above the floor by six inches. Her head was thrown back and as soon as Daiku froze in his assault, she spoke.
Her voice was not her voice – it was amplified and multiplied, as if three Bulmas spoke at once. She lifted her head and pierced every listening ear through its owner’s heart with the force of her voice.
“DISHONOR.”
Daiku glared at her. She, floating off the floor, was finally at eye level with him now. “What?” he choked. Is she impugning MY honor? Daiku felt a fury growing inside him.
“YOU ARE DISHONORABLE.” Bulma’s glowing form continued to accuse him. “YOU SWORE NEVER TO HARM OUR MOTHER FOR AS LONG AS OUR FATHER LIVES.”
From high in the stands, ever Saiyan’s hair stood on end. The King whipped his head around to stare, disbelieving what he was hearing, at his wife. She smirked at her King, who flopped down to his throne – the mystery solved for him. Prince Vegeta never looked away from Bulma, not even to blink, never once as she continued to speak.
“DISHONORABLE ONE. DO WE SPEAK UNTRUE?”
Daiku dropped out of his fighting posture, straightening his back and trying to compose himself. The fury which had nearly blinded him a moment ago began to melt away and was replaced by something wholly different. He bent at the waist, and laughed. And laughed. And laughed.
“No, no, you speak truly,” he sputtered, still chuckling. “I swore never to touch your mother in lust or in anger for as long as your father should live.”
“THEN IT IS A DISHONOR FOR YOU TO FIGHT HER NOW.” Bulma’s form continued, her eyes a soft lilac in color and the brilliant aubergine light around her still flickering and flaring out around her. Vegeta choked and sputtered, trying to understand, trying to process what he was seeing.
Her ki has been different.
She has been eating more than even I.
Daiku’s voice broke him out of his reverie. “You are… very young. I am not fighting her in anger, nor am I conquering her in lust. This is an honorable battle and I am filled, especially now, I am filled with joy. There is no dishonor in this match for me.”
“I SEE.” Bulma’s body spoke. “THEN IS THERE HONOR HERE FOR OUR MOTHER?”
“Yes,” Daiku replied. “She has already satisfied the conditions for her victory, since you have kept her standing for one minute. There is honor in battle for all Saiyans.”
“GOOD.” At that, Bulma’s ki flared to the highest point of the ceiling and she shot forward, punching Daiku once – hard – in the belly, knocking the wind out of him and forcing him to his knees. He held one arm up high over his head, palm open.
Surrender.
The courtyard erupted into screams and cheers, a great throng of Saiyans began to chant PRIN-CESS-BUL-MA! PRIN-CESS-BUL-MA! The King and Queen broke into wide, wide grins and called out over the din, “VICTORY! THE FASTING IS DECIDED! HAIL THE PRINCESS BULMA! VICTORY! THE FASTING IS DECIDED! HAIL THE PRINCESS BULMA!”
Vegeta flashed and in an instant was at Bulma’s side, as the light around her dissipated and she fell to the ground. Her blue eyes fluttered – her own blue eyes – and she looked up at Vegeta. “Did it work?” she asked him, before falling fast asleep in his arms as her new people rioted in joy around her.
***
When Bulma came to, she was on a plush, ruby red couch. She was wearing her Saiyan battle suit. She was alive.
And she was confused.
She remembered yelling, she remembered Daiku freezing on the spot, like Vegeta had done many times, like the castle guard had done many times. Bulma’s theory was that Saiyan men were weak to screaming women. After all, when Vegeta heard her yell, he dropped everything. The guard, even on pain of death, had been frightened enough to jump out of her way. She had intended to just scream at Daiku for the full 60 count and weasel out of the fight that way.
But instead, she’d blacked out and when she came to, she was here.
She blinked and looked at the room around her. Plush, red velvet furniture and a gilded four poster bed under a massive leaded window, easily 16 feet tall, drapes drawn open and the night sky in full, glorious view.
A knock came at the door. “Come in.” Bulma said softly, sadly. She assumed she had just fainted dead of fear, losing the match, embarrassing her and dishonoring Vegeta. Would she ever see him again? Would he even want to see her, after such a miserable performance?
Beri entered the room with two armfuls of Bulma’s favorite liquid silk fabric, this time in an intense eggplant purple. “Princess Bulma, you’re awake! Thank goodness, thank goodness. Are you alright? How does your body feel? Do you hurt anywhere? Would you like a drink, or some meat, or should I just go find the Prince?” Beri dumped the fabrics on the bed and rushed toward Bulma in her flurry of questions and concerns.
“Beri… I thought you would hate me? And what happened in the match?”
“Hate you?! Princess, you are my greatest treasure – the greatest treasure of all Saiyans!”
“I’m so confused.”
“That,” Vegeta growled from the doorway, “is because no one can ever explain anything properly around here. Including you.”
Huh?
“Beri,” Vegeta addressed the dressing woman. “You are excused for one hour. Do not return early. Inform the King and Queen that we will be down to the feast at our leisure.”
Beri smiled warmly at Bulma and nodded dutifully at Vegeta, then excused herself.
“How. Did you. Do that.” Vegeta snarled, his voice dark.
“Do what? Vegeta, are you angry with me? Did I lose? Did I dishonor you? Why is Beri calling me Princess now? Why is she so pleased with me?”
Vegeta’s face softened. She didn’t know.
“Bulma… you won. You struck Daiku once in the belly, dropped him to his knees and he admitted defeat.”
“WHAT?”
“Do you not remember?”
Bulma sat down on the edge of the bed. “I remember going to the match. I remember Daiku rushing at me. I remember yelling at Daiku once, to stop. And then I remember waking up on that couch.” Bulma pointed to the couch the Vegeta stood next to. “I don’t remember punching Daiku or winning or anything else.” She frowned.
Vegeta crossed the remaining space between them and snatched her up off the bed, pulling her into his arms and holding her tightly. His Bulma. His Princess Bulma.
“Bulma, you could have died. What was your plan, to shriek at him until his died of his deafness?”
“You do what I say when I yell at you.”
“Because of the keiyaku, you little fool.” He held her more tightly, kissing the top of her head.
“The castle guard did what I said when I yelled at him.”
Vegeta frowned, but before he could ask her what she meant, he felt his mother’s energy in the room. He released Bulma and turned to face her as she walked into the room and sat upon the couch.
“Hello, children,” she smiled warmly. “Do you have questions or would you like to be left alone?”
Bulma blushed, longing to be alone with Vegeta, but he was already crossing over to sit in a chair facing his mother.
“What,” he demanded, “is going on?”
“Vegeta, have you ever heard of the Saiyan Gemini?”
“No.” He narrowed his eyes and crossed his arms.
“It’s very rare, my son. Very rare and very strange. And very powerful. From a one in a million Keiyaku, sometimes two babies can be born from the same wombtime.”
“Two WHAT?” Bulma shouted. “Two what? What did you say?”
“Don’t be afraid, my girl, it is clear that they are bonded strongly to you already.” The Queen smiled, reassuringly.
“Two what? What?”
Vegeta had not spoken. She was always hungry. Her ki was different. Her commands were irresistible to Saiyan men.
“Bulma is…” Vegeta trailed. “Bulma is… Bulma is…”
“Oh children.” Queen Pea tittered, rising from where she sat and crossing to Bulma. She took the younger woman’s hands in her own and lead her to sit on Vegeta’s lap in the chair he seemed stuck to. She took her seat on the couch once more and looked at both of them.
“Bulma is with child. With children. She is exhibiting all the signs of the very rare Saiyan Gemini.”
“I’m…” Bulma began.
“You’re…” Vegeta said.
“Congratulations! The King and I are so pleased.”
Bulma began to cry, but not in sadness, in overwhelming joy as the most gentle aura of plum colored light began to emit from her belly. Her twins were telling her hello. Vegeta placed his hand carefully, carefully, so carefully on her glowing middle and the light expanded to cover his hand and up his arm.
“I think,” Bulma laughed tearfully, “I think they’re saying hello, daddy.” She wept and wept. Vegeta’s hand shook.
Queen Pea addressed them both. “I knew Bulma was pregnant the day I saw the two of you playing in the field. When a Saiyan woman becomes pregnant, her words become irresistible commands to any male Saiyan they’re aimed at. When you told him to stop,” she looked at Bulma, “he stopped. We evolved this way to make our very difficult and dangerous pregnancies a little easier – it keeps our big, dumb lovers from accidentally harming us.” She laughed. “I didn’t realize it would happen in a non-Saiyan woman, though.”
Bulma and Vegeta both looked very young, the Queen thought, as they hung on her every word.
“But the Gemini! That shocked me today. You were in absolute mortal peril and your babies took over your body to protect you. They will be powerful. And brilliant!” She clapped her hands together. “I can’t wait to meet them!”
The Queen gathered up her skirts and made for the door. “Come down to the feast, soon!”
Vegeta and Bulma just stared at the door, long after the Queen had closed it behind her.
***
Vegeta was on top of her, behind her. She was twisted underneath him, one leg crooked protectively against her swollen belly. She needn’t worry, though – Vegeta was twice as protective of his soon to be born young.
He slid one hand over her belly, up and over her round breast and up the ivory column of her neck. He stroked her cheek with a thumb as he stroked in and out of her with a burning need.
Her long blue hair flowed over her shoulder and lay like strands of the finest silk on the bed. Vegeta listened to the soft gasps of her breath. He watched a delicate pink flush bloom on her cheeks.
My Princess. My Bulma.
Bulma felt him flow deeply into her, deeply and gently and she moved one leg to engulf him more fully. He slid in and out of her, building up the speed and depth. His hands caressed her, and he bent over her to steal a kiss.
My Prince. My Vegeta.
They clung to each other in love and in passion, in desperate need for the other – as always. But something new had developed in these last few months, in addition to the twins growing strong in Bulma’s belly. Their lovemaking came with a sense of peace and of home. That no matter where they were, as long as they were together, they would be home.
He nuzzled into her neck, aligning their bodies with such exactness.
She was made for me. My perfect one.
Bulma could feel him more deeply than ever before and as he ground against her, she cried out in pleasure and happiness.
Take me to the man I’m destined to be with!
Vegeta felt her tense and relax, tense and relax around him, and he let go inside her with a growl like a purr from the back of his throat.
Bulma was home. She couldn’t wait to welcome her babies, and introduce them to their father.
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Spring 2018 Smutfest: Prompt 1
Summary: This submission is the second part of the two-shot fic I started on the previous smutfest, under the prompt Guilty Pleasure: Lectures on Phonetics. In this second part, we finally have accomplished college student Bulma being taught a lesson on phonetics by her strict professor.
Rating: 18+
Warning: Student/Teacher relationship
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2. Consonants
Heart galloping in her chest and struggling through shallow breaths, two distinct urges warred inside Bulma’s blurred mind. Her domineering ego demanded her denial of his proposition, claiming that she didn’t need any of his lectures. Her pride reaffirmed her brilliance: a genius, she should be the one giving him a private lesson, not the other way around.
However, as the condescending professor carefully brushed her locks aside, coarse fingers ghosting over the exposed slip of her neck, a rival instinct emerged victorious — her submissive need to turn herself over to his ministrations, sucking up every drop of what the professor’s rugged body had to teach her, eager to please and be pleased. Her logical reasoning had no other choice but to retreat, a final coherent thought flashing in its wake.
I’m doomed.
If she was being honest to herself, she became a goner the moment his domineering gaze fell on her feisty one in class, halting any argument that she might have come up with, a brow arched, daring her to fight back while simultaneously commanding her to submit. For the first time in the heiress’s life, words —hell, her breath failed her. Faced with his callous methods and impressive intellect, the brilliant student felt humiliated… and excited. She knew he saw that, thrived on that.
Now, as the end of her second semester under his tutelage approached, the usually level-headed, independent young woman found herself again perched on that infamous desk, pale legs clinging desperately to his waist, hands braced on his clothed pectorals as dexterous fingers swiftly unbuttoned her blouse. Lolling her head back, the accomplished student bared her throat to her superior as he pushed the garment open and down her arms, avid mouth latching onto the newly exposed skin without missing a beat.
If Bulma was the stuff of dreams, Vegeta was the fabric of sin.
Every touch of his, as small as it may be, set her ivory skin alight, feeding the flames brewing in her core, the ones only him seemed able to ignite. The heiress had never needed anything —or anyone— like her body, her whole being craved his. As he lavished her neck, a frantic hand darted into his wild mane, aching for more proximity, more of him. His dark chuckle fanned over her humid skin, prompting gooseflesh that ran all the way to her toes.
“Eager to start, are we?” he husked in her ear, taking her lobe in his wet lips. Struggling through the heady haze she stuttered a moan of affirmation. “Very well.”
Drawing back to fix his dark gaze on her flushed face, he looped an index under the latch between her breasts and flipped, popping open the lacy navy-blue brassiere deftly. Even being thoroughly used to his expertise by now, the young student couldn’t help but gasp at the move, prompting the cocky curl of his lips. Forget her sanity, this man would be the death of her.
“On to consonants, then.”
Even barely able to make sense of his words, the observant student didn’t fail to notice his ominous gaze falling to her breasts. Another jolt of arousal coursed through her at the attention, hardening her nipples, to the dominant professor’s delight. Yes, his desire for her fueled the temptress inside of her and Bulma found herself bracing both hands on the desktop behind her, jutting out her chest — another submissive response he always managed to evoke from her.
It was all the prompt he needed.
A flash of pearly whites and his calloused hands were on her, cupping, testing the weight. The young woman had to bite her lip hard not to moan at the ministrations, her dazed gaze captured by his teasing one. He pinched one nub; she mewled. That cocky smirk once again took hold of his face as he worked her nipples, deriving pleasure from each gasp and moan he drew from her.
“Let’s start with the fricatives…” he murmured, mouth again against her collar, his lips leaving a tingling trail in their wake, making it harder for the clever student to pay attention to his words.
She had no intention to give in so easily, especially when he seemed so taken by the lecture, but it was difficult for her to focus. Shutting her eyes with a frown, she tried to pull from her memory the information he was referring to. The college girl had just taken a test on this, it was still fresh in her memory, no matter how hazy her mind currently was— it was still the mind of a genius.
Bulma had just managed to recall the appropriate phonemes when he descended on her tits, fastening hungry lips on a tumid nub, caressing it lightly with his tongue while his hand flicked the other. Her mind drew blank.
“FFFFFF…UCK!” she whined, head thrown back from the shock of pleasure. He chuckled hoarsely against her chest, her now wet nipple popping off his mouth. “Vvvvery good.”
Before she could process his praise, however, came the swift reward: the doting professor opened his mouth wide and seized one breast, sucking most of the soft flesh in vigorously. A breathy moan left Bulma’s red lips as the contact prompted a steady pulse between her thighs. As good as his teasing was, she was needing some relieve, his attention from before had already left her wet and servicing him had only made it worse.
Somewhat desperate and driven by instinct, she fisted his hair and pulled, trying to get him to look at her. Unfortunately, all she got was a muffled groan and a bite, to which she replied with a gasp. Fuck, she needed him elsewhere.
That was when it hit her.
“Vulva!” exclaimed she, digging her heels into his back to pull him against her, pressing her needy flesh against his hardening member, hoping to get her message properly across. Maybe even a bonus for keeping to the subject. This time her breast slipped out of his mouth with his groan, hips thrusting back against her.
“Right…” he huffed out, eyes narrowed and a quirk to his lips. The professor straightened himself up and ran his hands down her sides to her thighs, pulling her closer. “Time to move on, then.”
A hum spilled out of her mouth when once again he massaged her calves and she leaned back on the desk instinctively, sweaty palms bracing her weight on the hardwood. Bulma couldn’t help rolling her hips when his strong hands pulled her legs wider apart, her skirt inching up to her waist. That’s what she was talking about!
Her satisfaction and expectation didn’t go unnoticed by the cunning professor — it rarely did. His face was tantalizingly close to hers, his dark eyes focused solely on her as his hands worked their way to her center.
“You’re such a teacher’s pet, so eager for my next lesson…” he hushed out, eyes falling to her lips as his minty breath ghosted over her face.
She then felt the roughened pads of his fingers brushing against her as he pulled her underwear to the side, anticipation drawing her eyes closed with a breathy sigh.
“Is that what you want, Miss Briefs?” he hushed against her lips, knuckles rubbing against her folds as he played with the lacy blue fabric, sending flutters through her core.
“Yes!”
“Yes, what?”
He pushed the offending piece of clothing fully to the side and cupped her womanhood, middle-finger circling her tight entrance. She tried hard to find her voice.
“Yes, Mr. Ouji…”
“There you go…” he mouthed along her jaw, the vibration of his baritone working wonders on her tingling fresh. Then he started rubbing three fingers against her, spreading her natural lubricant thoroughly, and the arms that were keeping her torso upright trembled precariously.
Weak moans slipped past her lips, before they were once again covered by the professor’s voracious mouth as he steadily increased pressure. Her collar bone was next and finally, her breasts. As he lavished them with his tongue, now rubbing furiously at her center, waves of pleasure washing over her midriff increased in length and she moaned continuously at the feel.
Hazily, Bulma wondered if the callouses on his fingers were from too much writing or something else, before deciding to thank the gods for their existence anyway, as the rough surface only heightened the feel.
“Let’s. Go over. Laterals.” He murmured against her chest, punctuating the statement with licks to her nipples and a light graze of teeth that made her yelp.
“Hmmm…”
“Tell me…” he started, halting his movements, and lifting his gaze to her flushed face, eyes narrowed inquisitively. The attentive student whined lightly at the loss, but focused doe-eyes on him nonetheless. She wouldn’t dare ignore one of his lessons. “Their manner of articulation.”
With the arch of one of his black brows, challenging gaze trained on her, he slipped a finger inside. Her eyes rolled into her head as she threw it back with a gasp. Fuck, that wasn’t fair.
“How…” the brilliant student whined, facing him accusingly before being interrupted by the pump of his dexterous finger. “How am I… supposed to answer li-like t-that?”
“Tsk, tsk, tsk…” another finger joined the first and Bulma’s arms gave out. She was now lowered onto her elbows on the desk. “I’m disappointed in you, Miss Briefs.”
Raising her gaze from his ministrations to his attempt at hiding a smirk, she gritted her teeth in an attempt to steer her thoughts in the right direction. The jerk was trying his damnedest to scramble her brains, but the heiress wouldn’t allow him the satisfaction, not without a proper fight. Her perfectly lined eyebrows hunched closer as she thought.
“I know that!” she griped, her pitch breathy-high. “It’s-”
A third finger was added to the mix and the connection between her mouth and brain shortcut, nothing but keen wails spilling from her lips.
“Clearly you don’t.”
Bulma swallowed her protest once she felt his lips on her navel. Was he…?
“Maybe…” sharp teeth punctured her left hipbone; she squealed. “You need a demonstration.”
Vegeta straightened, hooking fingers under the waistband of her panties and pulling them down her legs in one quick motion, quickly discarding them to then spread her thighs on the desk once again and kneel before them.
Mouth agape, chest heaving, and one blue tendril glued to her forehead with sweat, the student watched over the expanse of her torso as the strict professor pulled her lips apart slowly with dexterous fingers and brought his mouth to her, dark gaze never leaving hers. The moment the clammy tip of his tongue made contact with her core she arched heavily, her whole body sparking to life as if struck by lightning. It was like an out of body experience, she couldn’t even recognize the drawn-out moan that crossed her lips as hers.
She felt him sweeping his palate up her slit to then curl the tip at her clit, rubbing it deliciously before restarting the process. It started out painstakingly slow, but he eventually picked up enough momentum to be chin-deep in her, the furious strokes of his tongue inside her having her writhing atop his desk, the hardwood slick with her sweat.
At some point her hand had once again found purchase in his unruly mane, gripping the coarse locks tight between her fingers, pulling him closer, the other one hanging off the desk above her head, which darted frantically from side-to-side. No coherent thought crossed her mind, nothing but hedonistic urges and broken commands of Faster, More!
Not that the professor needed any of those to know what to do in his unrelenting pursuit of her climax. She felt as if his tongue would be forever imprinted on her walls, his aristocratic nose brushing roughly against her pleasure nub every time he dug deeper before curling back out. She wouldn’t be lasting much longer now. The pressure was building.
She choked on her moans.
“Ve-vegeta!”
Pulling out to curl his tongue against her clit, he thrusted three fingers inside, and that was it.
Light exploded behind her eyelids in a myriad of colors too bright for her to follow, her whole body spasming as her walls clenched desperately around his still-pumping fingers. She felt herself soaring weightless as she rode the crest of her pleasure, thighs smothering her teacher, back arched and face contorted in the purest expression of elation. A soothing warmth took hold of her chest.
While his gorgeous student was still riding the orgasmic high, pleasantly disoriented, the cunning professor lost no time in getting back to his feet, bringing those slender thighs of hers with him and securing her feet over his shoulders before burying himself inside her in one harsh thrust to the sound of a sharp gasp, her juices easing his way in.
“Fuck.” He gasped.
No matter how good it felt to fuck her mouth, no feeling would ever compare to being buried to the hilt in her, tight walls squeezing his cock almost painfully. Through hooded eyes he watched as her mouth contorted into that ‘o’ that he loved, a discharge of extra adrenaline rushing straight to his dick upon the sight, and he started pulling out of her, reveling in every inch of mind-blowing friction as he did. Gripping her ankles to pull her lower back up and off the desk, repositioning at her entrance, he rammed into her again, the new angle enabling him to hit that sweet spot inside of her that had her keening, palms splayed on the desktop, eyes wild with pleasure, walls clenching blissfully around him.
This-this must be what heaven felt like.
Having found the perfect angle, Vegeta picked up his pace, soon slamming into her without mercy, his balls slapping against her butt as he sank into her again and again, claiming every part, every inch of her to him. The end of the semester meant nothing, she’d always be his. Feral eyes sweeping over pleasure-taken features, the professor brought his mouth to her right ankle, the left one gripped tightly in his hand as he leaned over her, bending her further while pulling her left foot to the side, near her head. He wanted to completely cover her lithe body with his, brand her with his heat.
“ah-ah-ah-ah-ve-vegeta!”
He reached for one tit with his free hand, squeezing it tight.
“What did you call me?!” he growled to her panting face.
“Pro-professor!” she stuttered in a moan.
“Professor what?!” he demanded, snarl in place as he beat himself fiercely inside of her, the desk rocking with his thrusts. “Say it!”
“Professor Ouji!” she wailed in a broken voice. “I’m-I’m cu-mminnnnng!”
He could feel her walls clinging to him, sucking him back in desperately every time he pulled out, he could sense his own dam so close to overflowing, all that pent-up frustration from his day, all the aggression and sexual tension accumulated between them in class today; it was close. They were close. Forcing her legs further against her torso, hitting even deeper than before, Vegeta brought his lips to her ear:
“Come for me, miss Briefs.”
It was as if she had only been waiting for his command, his permission to release wave after wave of euphoric pleasure, her whole body convulsing in spasms too grand to fathom, tipping him over the edge as well, howling her name with abandon, muscles tightening over her in a desperate urge to become one, to assimilate the other into themselves, her arms wound around his shoulders, begging him, not to ever let go.
They rode the high together, bodies moving in tandem as if they had been made for this sole purpose, eventually dialing down to languorous moves and then sagging against each other, completely spent.
“So…” Bulma was the first to break their comfortable silence, dragging one finger up his spine and nuzzling his shoulder. “Do I pass?”
Letting go off her legs and settling comfortable on top of her on the desk, foreheads and noses touching, gaze fixed on her bruised-red lips, the demanding professor smirked, one hand reaching up to brush back wild aqua locks.
“You aced it.”
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She could still remember how his fingers had felt on her belly...
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