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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.

* * *

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?

* * *

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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Kotonari - Travel: Part 3

AN: OMGGGG LOOK I FINALLY FINISHED THIS CHAPTERRRR. Only two chapters left until this story is finished.

You can read this on Ao3, too. (It’s probably easier to navigate chapters if you do.)

Travel – Part 3

Hours passed. Trunks took his shower then sat in the kitchen filling his belly with the remnants of the last few meals that had been cooked in that house. Half a chicken, half a roast, ten soft rolls, a basket of greens, a pot of rice – Trunks ate as if he’d never seen food before and never would again. Bulma came down the hall, babies sleeping away upstairs, and chuckled to herself as she watched him gorge.

Trunk guiltily wiped his mouth. “Sorry. We ran out of food almost a week ago and I’m… starving.”

“Don’t stop on my account. I’ve seen your dad eat after training, and this is restrained by his standards.” Bulma laughed, and Trunks tore into another fistful of rolls.

“What’se liwwe?” Trunks asked, mouth stuffed full.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full.”

Trunks gulped, choked, drained a glass of water to ease the too-big-bite down his throat. “What’s he like?” he repeated himself.

“Who, Vegeta?”

Trunks nodded, shoveling rice into his mouth at a dangerous rate. “I don’t know the same man you know… you know?”

“Queen Pea told me. Your time is all wrong. Your sister…” Bulma trailed off. “Well, you’re right that you don’t know the same Vegeta I know, he’s nothing like the man you described to the Queen. And he would never hurt you, or hurt Cip. When I was pregnant with you two, he actually threatened to tear the entire second story off this house because I wouldn’t stop going up and down the stairs.”

Trunks snorted. “Subtle.” “That he isn’t. What else… oh! Did you ever hear the story of how we were fasted?” Trunks shook his head no, and Bulma continued. “Well, I had lunch with the Queen and she seemed so nice, so sweet. All of a sudden, the afternoon was over and evening cold had started to settle in. Your dad landed behind me and the Queen got up. As if she thought Vegeta was there to fight…” Bulma’s voice was soft and faraway. “The Queen headed back toward the tall door leading back into the castle and the King was there. It was like a frame around them, like in the oldest fairystories that were full of sadness and danger – and they told me I would have to fight Daiku in order to marry your dad.” “Sensei?” Trunks mouth fell open.

“Yep. And I was so scared – I had met Daiku before this and he was huge! Huge. And aside from that, he’s the arena fight champion and I am definitely not a brawler. And Vegeta… he was scared, too.”

“He was scared?” Trunks had never seen his father frightened. Or happy. Or really anything but murderously enraged.

Bulma smiled. “We didn’t really know it yet – we were just barely starting to realize it – but we already loved each other very much. He took me up in his arms, high away from the castle and away from the threat of that battle – into the clouds and the moonlight. He promised me,” she said, blushing now with a look of such softness and love that Trunks felt the tumblers of some never-turned lock click into place within himself. What would it feel like to have a woman look at me that way?

“He promised you what?” Trunks asked.

“That he’d never let anyone hurt me. That he’d never let me go. And that scared me even more, you know?”

“Why?” “Because I never wanted him to. I wanted to disappear into his arms and hide myself away in his love. I wanted to let him keep me safe… and I had never wanted anything from anyone, not that way, in my whole life. Back on Earth, I was – well, I was the same as Vegeta. I was powerful and smart and people looked up to me. People relied on me to keep things running, to keep things moving in the right direction. But with all that power, I could never admit that I really wanted someone to see me. Me - not the money or the power, not the influence or the attitude, not the person I used to be, not the teenage love or the best friend… me, one woman trying to support the weight of an empire, alone.”

Trunks studied his mother’s face. He saw so much of his sister in her stubborn face, her serious frown that would suddenly change into a bright grin, as it did now.

“And then I was here. And Vegeta … your dad saw me. He saw that I was smart, he saw that I was tough, and he saw… that I needed him. I needed his loyalty. I needed his love. And now,” Bulma felt tears starting to prick at her eyes. “And now, he needs mine. He’s out there, somewhere, with poison in his head. That voice, that miasma, it’s torturing him. And I can’t do anything… I’m not strong. I’m not a fighter like Queen Pea. I’m not fast like Beri. But I still want to go to him!”

Trunks shook his head, “Mom…” “I know. I know, he could kill me. He’s not in his right mind. I know all the reasons why I should stay here and there’s no good reason I should go. But Trunks – my heart tells me that you and your dad need me there.”

“Lady Bulma, absolutely not!” Beri objected from the doorway of the kitchen. She looked tired and her hair was wet around the edges, as if she’d just gotten out of the bath. Daiku towered behind her, clogging up the doorframe. His torso was bare and his waist was wrapped in the loose cloth that passed for a towel on this planet.

Shaking his hair a little, he said, “I’m inclined to agree, Princess. This will be no place for you. Beri and Choy will be left behind as well, Choy due to pregnancy and Beri to guard you and the babies, so at least you aren’t alone in your dishonor, if dishonor is what you feel. The Namekians will be here as well.”

“Don’t I outrank you people?” Bulma pouted, put out by the universal objection from her friends.

“You may out rank them,” boomed King Vegeta from the backdoor, swinging it open wide and stepping into the kitchen from the back garden, “But you don’t yet outrank me. You, of course, will not be going.”

Bulma scrunched up her face. She was tired of being told what to do by people who, frankly, didn’t know what she was capable of. They assumed that because she was not Saiyan, she couldn’t contribute to the fight. But – who had kept the darkness in Vegeta at bay? Who had reached his soul through their bond? Who was the premier scientist on her planet? She seethed.

She seethed, but she stayed silent. Long days in board meetings, long nights in the lab had taught her one lesson more consistently than all others: Easier to ask forgiveness than beg permission. The conversation turned to the Queen and to the multiple sightings of Vegeta.

“King Vegeta, the two sightings are as far away from each other as they could be. Should we assume one is a mistake?” Daiku asked.

“How many Saiyans look like my father?” Trunks asked, dubiously.

“He couldn’t be in two places at once, kid. One of the sightings is wrong.”

“What did the messages actually say?” Trunks asked, causing the King to produce two slips of paper from his pocket – the messages from the hawkers who’d been sent to find Vegeta. The King spread them out for all to read.

Sire – Vegeta outside Caarte. Exhausted. Strike recommended immediately.

Sire – Vegeta is in Jardin. Trouble here. Recommend all forces divert to Jardin immediately to prevent imminent loss of life.

“Imminent loss of life? Should we not head immediately to Jardin, then?” Daiku stabbed at the note on the table with a finger. Beri returned from the pantries to spread more food out in front of Daiku and Trunks, who both tucked in almost immediately. Beri ran back to the pantries once more as the King helped himself to a tin of fish, a loaf of bread and four apples as Nappa and Choy walked through the door. Choy was still heavily pregnant and about to pop any day now, but she still looked as strong and robust as ever. Nappa looked pleasantly exhausted – like a cat who’s caught a mouse.

“What’d I miss?” Nappa asked, collapsing into a chair alongside Trunks.

“Kid got a name, Bulma wants to go after Vegeta, King’s men have spotted Vegeta in two different places.” Daiku summed up.

“Good for him, is she nuts, and where at,” Nappa replied, commenting on each announcement in turn. “What’s your name, kid?”

“Trunks,” he grinned. It felt good. Really good – to have a name, to have a mother, to have Saiyans fighting beside him. Hope crept in.

“What kinda name is that?” Nappa screwed up his face. “Not a Saiyan name.”

“No,” Bulma interjected. “His name comes from my people. His sister is called Cipolline, which Vegeta chose.”

“Cipolline!” Daiku, Nappa, Beri and the King exclaimed in unison.

‘Y…es?” Bulma looked a little confused.

“An excellent choice,” the King nodded. “Cipolline was the first queen of Vegetasei. No others have borne her name since.”

“Why?” Bulma asked.

“She abdicated the throne in order to take a common husband. Her father, King again, passed a new law. Saiyans wishing to marry outside their rank and class could do so, provided they obtained the permission of the crown and that the chosen partner could win the right to fast in an antefasting battle.

“Cipolline’s mate battled for her hand, but lost and was killed,” The King continued. “That Cipolline … followed her love to the afterworld at the end of the battle, driving her hand through her heart, in the same manner that her mate’s opponent had killed him.”

Bulma felt sorry for her, that Cipolline who gave up everything for her mate… and Bulma understood.

“No Saiyan has named their child Cipolline since, afraid that the new babe would share her sad destiny – to change our world, and to die doing it,” the King finished.

“Then why,” Bulma asked, “did you say it was an excellent choice?”

“Because Vegeta must believe this child is strong enough, not only to bear that fate – but to break it,” the King smiled, reaching over the table and cupping Bulma’s cheek in his hand. “As her mother is known to do.”

Bulma patted his hand.

“My lord,” Daiku interrupted, “Jardin or Caarte?”

The King frowned again, brought out of the romantic troubles of the past to the very serious troubles of their present… and future. “The missive from Jardin seems more urgent than the one from near Caarte, but isn’t it possible that Vegeta, in his madness, attacked Jardin and then made for Caarte, exhausting himself and stopping to rest?”

The room nodded. It was the logical interpretation of the two sightings.

“Where’s the Queen?” Nappa asked.

“Unknown. We know from Cress that she went off to find Vegeta, but there’s no telling where she went, since she did so before either message arrived,” the King growled in his irritation. Pea should have waited – now his focus was split when he needed to act decisively more than ever.

Choy spoke up next. “Then you must leave her to it, my lord. If she doesn’t find Vegeta, she’s perfectly safe. If she does, you four will be there to fight with her soon enough. We must proceed as if she weren’t involved at all.”

The men nodded – it was logical. Still, the King’ heart burned in his chest. He could feel some trouble, some struggle inside himself, and wondered if Pea was in danger after all.

“We’re leaving.” The King stood, hands on his hips, barking orders. “Jardin first. Nappa, inform the Crown’s Battalion immediately. Daiku, get dressed. Trunks, go with Nappa and get the appropriate gear from the armory.”

The three men saluted the King in the Saiyan way, fists over hearts and opposite hands tucked behind their backs. Daiku and Nappa kissed their wives, Trunks hugged his mother tight, and then they were all gone in four flashes of light.

Bulma sat at the table, feeling angry and scared and lost – and not much liking it. Choy placed a hand on her shoulder. “Come out back, Princess.”

Bulma cocked an eyebrow. “Why?”

“A gift from Nappa.” Choy gestured for Beri to follow them as she lead the way through the kitchen garden door. “When the King came in through this door earlier, I really thought the jig was up. But either he didn’t notice, he didn’t think it was out of place, or he was too distracted to care.”

“About what, Choy?” Bulma asked, still not getting the point.

Choy gestured to a Saiyan space pod, the oldest model Bulma had seen yet, that had been landed just outside the estate on the opposite side of a garden shed. It was too small to fit Nappa OR Choy.

“What… is this?” Bulma walked over, running her hands over the pod’s weather beaten surface to find the airlock tensioner so she could release it and have a look inside.

“It’s an illegal pod. Waaayyy too broken down to actually make it out of the atmosphere and it really should have been decommissioned and turned into scrap by now.” Beri frowned. “Why. Is it. Here. Choy?” she growled, already seeing into Nappa’s machinations and hating it, hating it, hating it with every fiber of her being. Beri was fast… if she flew hard, she could catch up with Nappa and kill him dead.

“Because this is wrong,” Choy said, folding her arms across her chest, legs apart, ready to fight if need be. “Bulma has every right to fight for Vegeta’s life. She is his wife. She is his mate. They have the eternal bond of the Keiyaku. She is our best chance to bring the Prince home alive!” Choy yelled.

“She is powerless. She will die!” Beri yelled back. “She has two babies inside, Choy!”

“Uh, excuse you two,” Bulma interjected, “she is right here, she can hear you.” Beri and Choy looked down a little, each ashamed. “Beri, I’m not powerless. I am a brilliant scientist, and now: I’m going to prove it to you.”

Bulma strode over to the shed, tossing out wrenches and rebar and shovels; flotsam and jetsam of every type she could find – everything metal, anything useful. She found an acetylene torch at the back, and felt sure she had everything she needed.

“I’m going to tear this ship apart and make it into something I can use to fly. I’m going to find Vegeta, I’m going to slap some sense into him, and this will all be over by breakfast.”

Choy smiled.

Beri shook her head

***

In the armory, Trunks picked out a dark purple suit and the same type of flexiplate chest armor his father wore, the same flexiplate boots with the reinforced tip. Nappa gave a low whistle when he saw him dressed. “You look like a Saiyan, kid. Missing some shit, though.” Nappa walked out of the armory, and returned just a moment later with a full red cape that he clipped into the shoulders of Trunks’ chest armor so that it billowed out behind him. Next, Nappa produced a small pot of

“Is that blood, Nappa?” Trunks exclaimed.

“It should be, but I ain’t bleeding for ya, kid. Vegeta can do that. His job anyway, or maybe Daiku’s, but I am not getting my ass chewed for letting you into the field unmarked.”

“Unmarked?”

Nappa shoved Trunks half a step backward and brushed the boy’s hair away from the left side of the breast plate. “Tie this shit up, kid. Shame to die ‘cause you got your fuckin’ hair pulled in a fight.”

“Right.” Trunks took a leather string off his wrist and used it to tie up his hair. “So, what do you mean by unmarked?” “Royalty’s gotta be marked as royalty on a battlefield so if ya die, the person who killed ya can’t piss and moan about not knowing you were royalty when the rest of the Saiyan race comes to kill them.”

Trunks cocked a brow and Nappa snorted. “Don’t know about your fucked up time, but Saiyans are loyal. You are a Prince of the Crown,” Nappa said, dabbing his finger in the red stuff as he traced the Saiyan Royal Family symbol onto the boy’s chest. “This mark on your heart tells the world – ‘you fuck with this kid, you fuck with this whooole goddamn race.”

Trunks found it oddly touching, if vulgar. “And it’s supposed to be in blood?”

“Yeah, your father’s or your teacher’s. I ain’t either one, but this is a weird fuckin’ day,” Nappa said, straightening back up to his full height. “There. Now you look like a Prince. Let’s go kick the shit outta Vegeta.”

Nappa turned to leave the armory and Trunks followed him. At the edge of the room, he stopped as something caught his eye. Trunks sidestepped and removed a sword and scabbard from the wall. He unfastened the buckle and shoved the scabbard under his cape, fastening the buckle again in the front and sheathing the sword. Only the hilt, grip and pommel were visible, poking up near the nape of his neck, and the sword would be fully concealed when he let down his hair.

Nappa gave him a funny look, to which Trunks replied, “What? I like swords.”

The two marched out, Nappa shaking his head, to join the King and Daiku at the sally-out point on the roof of the armory. Both were there already, clad and waiting, when Nappa and Trunks finally emerged from the stairwell.

“Who’s blood is that?” Daiku gestured to the symbol hastily fingerpainted on Trunks’ chest.

“Not mine, so take your tail out of your ass,” Nappa snapped. “It’s fuckin paint. Until his father can do it properly.”

Daiku huffed, but said nothing more.

“Ready?” the King asked. The other Saiyans snapped to attention, and the King lead them off into the skies to approach Jardin.

***

Bulma looked uncertain. “Uhh… okay, here goes nothing!” She squeezed both her hands, both gloved in steel gauntlets with switches in the palm. The right hand controlled the left boot, the left hand controlled the right boot. Hitting both switches at once should cause both pulsar thrusters to activate in both boots, and she should be able to fly.

Or, explode.

Probably both.

Bulma squeezed her hands shut, squeezed her eyes shut, and squeezed her buns together to lock her legs in place as she shot into the air, spiraling upward and screaming all the while. Beri shot into the air with her and grabbed her by the waist to stop her upward ascent. Bulma released her grip on the palm switches little by little until the thrust was more stable.

Bulma was hovering in mid-air, Beri’s hands still firmly around her middle.

Bulma tapped the two switches twice, rapidly, simultaneously to lock in the current setting. She should be able to let go of the switches to test the blasters now… or she would plummet to the ground.

She let go.

The boots kept her aloft.

“Ha ha!” Bulma crowed triumphantly, “I did it! Yes! I can flyyyyyyyyyyy!” She did a little loop-de-loop in the air, curling in on her abs and dislodging Beri as she did.

“Princess! Be careful!” Beri snapped.

Bulma laughed again. “I did it! I did it!” She sighed happily. “Now, let’s see if the weapons work.”

Beri flew back a short distance and took a fighting stance. “Ready when you are. Remember, if these don’t work, I won’t let you leave.”

Bulma reached over and tapped at a screen on her left arm, fingers flying over the screen for barely a second. The hover settings were working. She tapped again, changing the settings from flight to fight – the switches in her gauntlets would now activate a few different energy wave attacks.

“Ready?” Bulma called out to Beri.

“Ready!” Beri yelled back.

Bulma suddenly remembered her favorite video game back on Earth. MegaMan, the blue bomber. She chuckled to herself – her gauntlets kind of looked like his! Guess that makes me, what? The blue bombshell? Let’s do this.

Bulma went weapons free – blasting at Beri with ki waves and heat blasts. Beri evaded each, deftly, easily. Bulma spun on the spot, still hovering, but able to shoot from that rail at any angle, and Beri crept up on her little by little, weaving through her shots.

Beri placed both her hands on Bulma shoulders. “Princess, you can’t beat a Saiyan like this, you need to be able to fly around as we do – quickly, nimbly, unpredictably. I can’t let you go after Vege-“

Bulma slammed her fists together in front of her chest and an enormous energy blast surrounded her, knocking Beri off her back and blinding her. Bulma spun around and put the blaster to Beri’s head. “Bang.”

Beri blinked, feeling the energy weapon at her temple. Bulma could have blown her head off just now. All those mornings spent training with Vegeta before her pregnancy, all the afternoons watching the Saiyans train had obviously paid off. Bulma could fight, and now she had weapons that would give her a sliver of a chance.

The weapons also meant that there would be no stopping Bulma from going after Vegeta. He could still, easily, kill her… but Beri knew that Bulma now felt strong enough to take him on, no matter how wrong she really was.

It was a losing battle.

Beri would have to let her go.

Bulma tapped at the screen on her arm and went gently back to the ground. Beri touched down next to her, and Choy gathered both up in her arms and squeezed them into a giant bear hug. “It worked!” Bulma laughed and Beri smiled, despite her trepidation.

When Choy finally put the smaller women down, Bulma looked at them both seriously. “Choy, Beri… will you watch Trunks and Cipolline? Dende will be here if anything goes wrong, and the other Namekians can help you guard the estate. I … have to go after Vegeta.

“I’ll care for them as if they were my own cubs,” Choy said, patting her own swollen belly.

“And I’ll take care of Choy,” Beri laughed. “You’re sure I can’t talk you into staying? Please, Lady Bulma… you just came back from the land of the dead. Your babies need you. This… this Kingdom needs you. You’ve heard what happens when you die – everything goes to hell.”

“That’s not what happens, Beri.” Choy corrected her. Bulma and Beri turned to look at the taller woman as she explained, “That isn’t what happens at all. In that boy’s time, our planet is lost and our people are dead not because Bulma died, but because Vegeta lost all hope. It is hope that he needs, hope that she can give… hope that will save us all. She must go.”

Beri threw her arms around Bulma’s neck. “You must come back – alive and unhurt. You must, you must.”

“I promise.” Bulma said, hugging her friend tightly before shooting off into the air before she could change her mind. She decided to set off for the outskirts of Caarte – the King’s party would be heading to Jardin, and she doubted the King would be as supportive of her decision as her friends had been.

***

Vegeta had found an empty, if not abandoned, house on a dilapidated farm to sleep in after wandering the outskirts of Caarte for most of the day, slinking from cover to cover and trying to avoid the crown’s hawkers, naked as the day he was born. He was fairly certain he’d been spotted at least once, though.

By dusk, Vegeta had found himself more tired than he should be and he began to search for a safe place to sleep. He’d found the farmstead, windows dusty and doors locked, looking empty. Vegeta had walked through the outbuildings and the barn, finding no signs of life. Not even a barn cat. The grounds were empty.

That was good enough for him. He lit a fire inside, ripping a curtain off the wall and tying it around himself like an ancient Saiyan’s toga. He tried to make the farmstead seem as though it contained a family – the best cover for a lone man was a crowd. Absent a real crowd, Vegeta would try to simulate one. Smoke trickled out of the chimney and Vegeta turned on every light on the property – the barn and outbuildings shown against the purple bruise of night.

Further supporting the idea that the farmstead was abandoned was the total, complete lack of food on the premises. Vegeta was starving. He walked out into the field behind the barn and peeled the bark off a sapling tree, thinning it down to a flexible sinew. He tied a snare over a rabbit’s warren, and with nothing better to do, he waited.

It was over an hour before Vegeta saw movement over the hole. Up popped the head of a baby rabbit. Tch. Vegeta abandoned his snare, loosing it with a flick of his wrist – the rabbit kit fled unharmed back into his nest. Just a mouthful. Not worth killing.

Instead, he loosed the neck of his wrap so that only his waist was covered, and used the rest of the fabric as a makeshift bag for the sap thick greens of lion weeds and the sweet, floral heads of clover plants. Both grew thickly in the field, and he soon had enough to fill his belly. He walked back to the farmstead, stopping to strip the needles off a branch of a tree for a hunger-killing tea.

He walked through the back door of the farmstead and instantly dropped everything he was holding – stunned by what he saw waiting for him.

“Vegeta?” Round, rose petal lips spoke. He stared. Clear, glittering, dazzling blue eyes stared at him. Vegeta stepped forward, crushing the plants he’d gathered for his dinner under his bare feet. “Vegeta, are you alright?” the vision asked, pale skin moving like cream floating to the top of fresh milk, as it removed heavy metal gloves and let them drop on the floor. His hand shook as he reached up to touch her, knowing that she would dissolve into mist as she had done over and over all day long.

He stopped, shaking still. Maybe if he didn’t touch her this time, maybe this time it would last a little while longer – the illusion that he was home, that she was alive. He stood there, hand trembling, breathing jaggedly, blinking hard – both willing this torturous vision to end, and hoping it would never go away.

Bulma grabbed Vegeta by the nape of his neck, both hands desperately grasping his hair, and her lips flew to his. She kissed him again and again, whispering his name, “Vegeta, Vegeta, where have you been? Vegeta, are you alright? Say something.”

Vegeta stood there, stone still but melting little by little as her hands and her mouth fluttered over his lips, his neck, his face, his hair. “Bulma?” He grabbed her by the shoulders, fingers digging tightly into her flesh. “Are you real?"

Bulma frowned at him. Was he really mad now? “Vegeta, it’s me. I’m here. I’m real. Really.”

Vegeta fell to his knees, burying his head against her stomach. Bulma thought he might be weeping. She stroked his hair, his neck, his shoulders. “I’m really here.”

“You’re alive?” he whispered against her.

“I’m okay.”

“The children?”

“At home with Beri and Choy and a Namekian guard. I came to get you, since you seemed to be having trouble getting home.”

“Bulma, I’m sorry,” Vegeta said, still whispering. He leaned his forehead against her stomach, still on his knees. “I broke my promise. I let you die.”

“Vegeta. Stand up.” Bulma dropped her arms from his neck. “Stand up,” she repeated when he didn’t stand. “Vegeta, get up and look me in the eye!”

He stood.

Bulma placed both her hands on his cheeks.

“I did not die. You did not break your promise. None of this is your fault. Whatever darkness was in your head, whatever it told you – it was wrong. Whatever it said about you, whatever it said about me – it was wrong. Your father is alive. Your mother is alive. I am alive. Our children are alive. Stop acting like such a sadsack and fight this thing!”

In the blink of an eye, Vegeta was on top of her, peeling her suit down to fill his hands with her breasts, kissing her deeply, roughly, with an unbearable and ferocious need. Bulma arched her back as he pulled the suit lower over the soft curve of her hips. She kicked off the flight boots and wrapped her legs around his back, digging the fingers of one hand into his muscular behind, the thin cloth he wore making no real barrier between them. Her other hand was knotted tightly into his hair, holding his face to hers as she drank his kisses in like a wilted flower.

His lips left hers, only to let his tongue trail over the line of her jaw. He felt something primal taking over his body and he sank his teeth into her neck. Bulma threw her head back as electricity jolted through her, connecting the tender flesh of her neck with the tender flesh between her thighs. Tingling, shuddering – her neck bleeding just slightly, but a river of warmth flowing out between her legs.

Vegeta lapped at the blood from her neck, feeling his senses coming back to him. Bulma squeezed her eyes and her thighs shut and she felt the same way she had when Dende had catapulted her through the Keiyaku to Vegeta when he was imprisoned in the mind of that miasma. Every memory, every sensation they’d ever shared flashed before their eyes and washed over their hearts.

Vegeta, mouth working around one of Bulma’s rosey, erect nipples now, lifted himself up and parted Bulma’s thighs with one hand, guiding his burning member inside of her with one swift motion. Joined again and pumping in and out of her, the flashing memories changed - every time he’d been inside her, every feeling he’d felt within her, washed over them both. Every thrust into her slick body, every flick of his tongue over her wetness, every delight she’d ever felt, washed over them both now. Everything they’d ever felt alone before, they felt together now. Vegeta thrust in and out of her with incredible speed, skin slapping skin. He leaned down, scooping her up in his arms and crushing her to him, both arms behind her back. Bulma gasped and shuttered and cried. She buried her face in his neck, and instinct made her open her own mouth, biting down into the muscle and sinew of his shoulder. Blood flowed out of him and into her mouth, but it tasted like the sweetest wine.

His chest rumbled in a low, long groan of pleasure as she ran her tongue around the wound, licking and sucking the flesh. He felt the same electric shock run between the bite and his groin, everything firey and aching now. Vegeta sucked the spot on Bulma’s neck as she licked gently at the wound she’d made on his, and the connection was complete.

They both exploded into bliss beyond bliss – a crushing, agonizing, incredible feeling beyond any orgasm ever felt before. Vegeta’s head was clearer than it had been in years, he felt stronger than he’d ever felt before. He gently let go of a panting, overworked Bulma, laying her down beneath him. He was still inside her, both in her mind through the Keiyaku connection and physically, his member was still inside her, still hard. He felt ready to take her again, ready to take on the world after he did. He kissed her lips softly, softly.

“I love you,” he said.

Bulma laid under him, eyes closed. Every time he breathed, his hardness jumped a little inside her. She could still feel … everything. Everything he felt, everything he’d ever felt. Every time she’d ever cum around him, whimpering and screaming out his name, was still flooding through her. Her eyes fluttered open, and Vegeta stared down at her with such love… and such hunger… in his flaming teal eyes, that she began to move against him without intending to, rolling her hips up.

Wait – teal eyes???

Vegeta was blond haired, teal eyed and glowing with a golden ki from his place on top of her. “Vegeta!” he ground his hips into hers, roughly rolling his body into hers, creating the most incredible, delightful pressure against her sensitive clitoris. She cried out in pleasure and surprise. “Vegeta, look!”

He looked at himself through her eyes and saw himself a golden, glowing god. He had his ki back, his ability to fight would be above his old abilities a hundred fold, but right now, feeling Bulma’s hot breath in his ear, her warm, wet slickness flowing over his cock as he rolled in and out, in and out of her – the change didn’t seem important.

Bulma hooked her legs around his back, pulling him down and around until he was underneath her. She wanted to see him. His eyes rolled back in his head as the new position plunged his manhood even deeper inside her. Bulma leaned forward, watching him bite his lip as she lifted herself almost completely off him before driving his cock back home, hard. He growled and grabbed her ass in both hands, trying to keep her ground to him.

Those long, slow strokes up. The fast, hard slam back inside. Bulma rolled and rocked up and down on top of him, watching his rippling chest rise and fall more raggedly the more she rode him. She threw her head back and his golden glow enveloped them both as they came together, still connected by the Keiyaku, each feeling the force of their own orgasm and of the other's – passion and pleasure echoing and doubling and rippling out out out in their bodies. Bulma felt as though she would come apart entirely, drift away into nothing. No sooner had she thought it than Vegeta grabbed her hard around the waist with one arm, ramming himself inside her, grinding his hips into hers hard enough to bruise. He grabbed her chin with his other hand, forcing Bulma to look down into the intensity of his eyes.

“No leaving. Never again.”

Bulma quivered and shook around him as he lifted his hips off the floor, both hands on her hips now as he raised her up with him, keeping her pinned to him in pleasure so intense it was half pain.

Bulma dug her nails into his chest, drawing blood. “Never! Never!”

One final thunderclap of an orgasm rolled through them both, and they lay together: panting, sweating, the whole world glowing gold.

#kotonari #vegebul #vegebul au #look ma i wrote a thing #only two chapters left!

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Finding Love Chapter 60

“So don’t be a stranger alright, Goku?” Bulma asked as she pulled the beta in a big hug with tears in her eyes. The whole group had gathered on the Lookout for the saiyans to leave. It had been an emotional few days, but they needed to go back to Vegetasei. “Don't worry, Bulma. It's not like we'll never see each other again. We'll be able to visit more often now with the gate. Just if you come, be careful. The gravity is stronger than here on Earth.” Goku smiled at the blue haired woman. He rubbed her back before they let go of each other. “You better! And remember to bring Trunks with you too! I don't want to wait another year to see my son!” She glared at Goku and Vegeta as she said this. “I understand he'll have duties and lessons, but I want to spend time with him too! Do you hear me, Vegeta?!” “Fine, woman!” The prince growled as he huffed and crossed his arms over his chest. He glared at the blue haired female with a scowl on his face. “For the love of Tarro, you act like I'm going to take him away from you!” “We'll make sure to schedule his time, Ms. Bulma.” Tarble stepped in before the pair descended into another verbal disagreement. “Trunks will have lots to do, but we can work in some free time for him to stay with you.” Bulma sighed as she nodded to the younger prince. Her blue eyes glanced over to the two boys saying goodbye to Piccolo before they came over to her. She pulled the older boy to stand in front of her and hugged him tight. “Trunks, you be good and make sure you pay attention to your instructors…unless they don't know what they're talking about.” The two had a slight laugh over that. “Come and see me at least once a month, you hear me!?” He held a finger up between them as tears gathered in her eyes again. “Don't worry, mom. I will! And you can come see me too! You'd love Grandpa Bardock's lab! It's amazing!” The cub beamed up at the woman making her feel less sad than before. “It got to be almost as big as yours!” “Yeah, yeah. Just make sure to let me know first.” Bardock said from beside Goten as he handed Vegito over to Goku. “I'll have up the language translations up so you can understand what I'm working on.” The woman's eyes narrowed and she opened her mouth to fire back a smartass remark when Goten tugged on her hand. He fidgeted and rubbed one foot behind the opposite leg as she kneeled down at his level. He peeked from under his bangs to see her smiling face and he launched himself to give her a hug too. “Goodbye, Bulma. Thanks for helping Tama.” “You're welcome, Goten. Next time, tell them to hurry up and not drag their feet when they need help.” She said tapping the cub in the nose as she leaned back. Goten giggled and threw himself back in her arms. He always liked Trunks's mom. "Please come visit, Auntie Bulma." The little cub softly said in her ear. "They all miss you. It would make Tama and Daddy happy. Trunks too." The blue haired woman found herself tearing up and wiped her eyes quickly and hugged the little beta back. "Sure thing, kiddo. Don't be a stranger yourself. You're always welcome here, sweetheart. Chichi won't ever get to you here so don't let that stop you from visiting with Trunks. Remember, we'll have some new kittens that will need names next month." His eyes lit up and the little tail wagged happily. "Yeah! Ok!" He chirped. "Bye, Auntie Bulma!" He ran back over to Goku and wrapped himself around the beta's leg already asking to visit when the kittens were there. "Bulma." Vegeta was in front of her and wrapped her in his arms. "Take care of yourself." He said softly. "Let me know if anyone gives you trouble you can't handle. Call us anytime." "You know me. There's not much out of my capabilities after dealing with you and raising Trunks. And there's so many shenanigans from the years of running around Goku..." "I know." Vegeta chuckled. "Seriously, call us for anything. We both miss you. Kakarot needs his friends even if he's scared to let you know everything. And I promise Trunks will come home much more often if I have to kill some of his teachers to make it happen." “Oh, you don't need to go that far, you crazy saiyan.” The blue haired woman smiled at the prince. She turned her attention back to the rest of the group. “You take care of yourselves too, alright? I want you guys to come back in a couple of months for Gohan’s party. We'd like to celebrate here too you know!” “I promise, Bulma.” Goku was quick to respond to his surrogate sister. He could see his oldest son was rubbing the back of his head in slight embarrassment out of the corner of his eye as Tarble questioned when his birthday was. “Father will work on a communication relay to let you know in advance when we are coming.” “Oh! That's a great idea!” Bulma clapped her hands together with a smile on her face. “I should work on one too! I haven't had a side project in awhile.” “Please,” Bardock huffed as he crossed his arms over his chest. “There's no need for you to bother. I'll have that done in a couple of weeks….two months tops.” “Oh really?” Blue eyes narrowed at the green clad saiyan. “It'll take you that long? I'm sure I can get it done in half the time.” Bulma placed her hands on her hips as she smirked at the larger man. “Is that a challenge?” Bardock's brow quirked up with a small feral smile playing on his lips. He liked the fire this woman had. “Oh boy.” Raditz rubbed a hand over his face as the genius pair stared each other down. Goku resisted in joining him as he watched as well. “Kakarot, can't you get her to shut up? Now it'll take both of us to pry him out of his lab.” “He's not that bad.” Goku muttered halfheartedly. The long haired warrior only gave the beta a look, and the younger saiyan cringed. “Right….never mind.” “Uh huh. He's still trying to figure out just how those capsule things work.” Raditz rolled his eyes skyward. “He almost destroyed a part of his lab when he tried to reverse engineer one that the boys showed him before we came here. I had to physically drag him out so he could sleep.” “Got it.” The younger walked up to Bardock and placed a hand on his shoulder, marking the alpha look back at him. “Father, we need to go. Geta needs to get back to the palace, remember?” “Right.” The older man huffed and looked slightly disappointed. He looked back at Bulma. “Three weeks, woman. Be prepared to hand over those propulsion blueprints.” “Humph. I'll call you in two for the formula for your healing tanks, commander.” Bulma smiled as she crossed her arms. Raditz pulled the older alpha away before another disagreement broke out. He was surprised that he managed to do so, but it probably helped that his younger brother was right beside him. “Bye, you guys, take care!” Krillin shouted while every one waved. Goku smiled back at his friends and shifting Vegito in his arms while Vegeta’s arm slipped around his waist in front of the portal. As much as he loved Earth, it wasn’t his home anymore. “Let’s go home, Geta.” ++VK++ “What do you mean you’re leaving?!” Vegeta all but shouted as he jumped up from the couch. His father had surprised them with this meeting after dinner once the cubs were put to bed for the night. Goku’s gentle touch calmed him enough that the prince sat back down. “Explain.” “Precisely that.” K.Vegeta calmly replied. He wasn’t surprised his son was shocked. No ruler had left the planet in generations. “Your trip to Earth and Gohan’s idea to forge an alliance between our two worlds once he ascends his throne has made me realize that perhaps we should do the same.” “Father, the PTO still exists. If they know the saiyan race was somehow revived…” “Which is why I propose making allies. As a race we need to fight, its in our blood but staying in isolation will kill us even faster I believe. We haven’t been a self sustaining planet since we achieved the ability to venture among the stars. All of our technology, our ships, a good deal of our medicine comes from off world, another side effect of Frieza’s control. Further more our race is but a handful with many jobs and stills grossly under represented. As is it our planet can survive several years or so with current stockpiles thanks to what Kakarot’s dragon gave us but ultimately we will run out if nothing is done.” “I understand that, father.” The prince said as he narrowed his eyes at his father. “My only concern is why you must leave to do this. Our planet and people are not completely stable enough for you to leave. We need to have you here to guide us.” “I'm not leaving our people unattended. You are going to be ruling in my stead.” The older alpha gave Vegeta an amused look. “I have full confidence that you will be the leader our people need while I'm gone.” The prince blinked as those words sank into his mind, and he felt the stirrings of fear in his heart. While he had always been the Prince of Saiyans it had only been over a small handful of warriors. He had only started his lessons when Frieza took him from his family and destroyed the planet, and he had no idea how to run a planet. Ever since he came back, he'd been too busy with other things to start his lessons again. “Geta, this is a good idea.” Goku softly spoke to his mate as soon as he caught the slightly alarmed expression he had. “We need to start working out a way to establish trade with other planets while we have the time to do so. Your father needs to be the one to instigate the talks so others know that we are taking this seriously.” Vegeta looked over at his mate thinking on the wisdom the beta just spoke, but he still felt unsure that he was the right person for this. He was about to voice his thoughts when Goku gripped his hand and squeezed it. “Anaana, you will not be alone during this. I will be here to help you, and so will your brother. I've been learning how to take care of things, and I can teach you as we go.” The submissive gave the alpha a brilliant smile that made Vegeta's heart swell with affection. “Never believe that you are alone.” “Kakarot is right, Vegeta.” The king spoke up before his sone could say anything. “As soon as he came to the palace, Kakarot has been taking lessons just in case he needed to rule before the heir was old enough.” "You did all that?" Vegeta said stunned. His mate blushed furiously before staring at his lap and fisting his pants. “Indeed, he's quite the learner too.” The king smiled gently at the submissive. “He picked up considerable amounts of information very quickly.” “I wouldn't say that…” Goku muttered under his breath, but both alphas managed to still hear the words if the amused looks were any indication. The younger male tried to banish the heat in his cheeks as he brought the others back on topic. “So what do we need to plan out for your trip?” The prince listened to his mate and father talk about what needed to be done for the next couple of hours, and all he could think about was just how lucky he was to have his Karo with him. ++VK++ "Are you mad?" The beta asked softly later that night as they lay together in bed. Vegeta could feel the tension in his mate as his dark eyes widened in surprise at Kakarot's question. "Karo, why would I-" It suddenly dawned on him. He had spent years boasting of his birthright to the beta. "No, Karo. I'm not mad, love." Vegeta said gently making sure the beta was looking at him so he could see the alpha was truly sincere. "Really? I mean I know how important it was to you, being the prince and heir.... I wasn't trying to take that from you I promise. I just...." Vegeta took his mate's hand in his and gently kissed the back of it. "You wanted to be prepared. It's all right, Karo, I understand. If father hadn't sent that message, I might have never learned our world was revived. I'm not mad, Karo, I promise. I'm just glad one of us knows what we're doing." Goku blushed before running his head under his mate's chin. "You'll be better than me that's for sure. I don't enjoy the political side of things. I'm good at the easier tasks, getting food and stuff. Who knew working on a farm when I was a kid would come in handy?” The dominant saiyan chuckled as he pulled the younger male closer to his chest. He used one hand to cup his mate’s chin and raised his head so that he could place a kiss on those sweet lips. He relished in the mew he received as he pulled back. “Oh marama, what would I do without you?” +++VK+++ Turles growled as he hauled his weakened body up the face of the cliff side towards the fruiting bush. The last food and water he found ran out two days ago rendering him unable to fly between that and his poorly healed injuries. “All….most….there.” His fingers brushed one of the bright orange gourd like fruits right as the handhold he was using gave way sending him tumbling back down. The former pirate screamed and closed his eyes, bracing for impact and possibly death when he felt the stone under him give way and drop him into darkness. Turles crashed into a pool of freezing water. He burst from the surface and hauled himself out of the pool before drinking deeply of the life giving water before flopping onto his back. He panted and groaned in pain as the marks on his back throbbed in protest under his weight. He shifted so that he could sit up and saw a rock nearby. He pulled himself closer so that he could lean against the rock, wincing as the skin around the deeper cuts on his body pulled on the scars. As soon as he sagged against the rock, he looked around to see where he had landed. As far as he knew, there shouldn't be any underground lakes this far in the Wastes. The light coming through the hole his body made hit the water in just the right angle that it lit the cave somewhat. Although, calling this a cave was a huge understatement, and the alpha's jaw dropped in wonder as he took in what was a massive cavern that seemed to have a temple that was had fallen into ruins. The light off the water did a poor job in illuminating the cave, but he could see broken walls, columns, and doorways. “A temple? What's a temple doing out here?” The pirate asked himself as he hauled his body up to stand by using the rock as leverage. His previous exhaustion was temporary forgotten as his curiosity compelled him forward. The building was made of a black stone that seemed to absorb light. Round and smooth columns supported beams that flared up in points at the ends. He ran a hand over one of the broken supports, and Turles shivered at how cold the stone felt. It seemed odd to the saiyan that a stone would feel so chilled being in the desert. It was only slightly cooler in the cavern so it shouldn't feel this cold, not with the blistering heat of the day bearing down outside. Turles stopped at the doorway, which was a simple opening, and he looked into the darkness. He hesitated at the door wary of anything else that might have made its way down here, but another compulsion urged him forward. He lifted a hand, and to his surprise, a small orb of blue ki flickered to life. It provided just enough light for him to see where he was going. The temple was larger on the inside than it looked from by the lake. Rounded columns were scattered throughout the building to hold up the roof, which was mostly intact. Turles came close to one and ran a hand over it, and while he felt the same coldness as the ones outside, there were also carvings on it. He held the ki orb closer to the column to see the details better, but the ball started to shudder where it floated over his palm. The pirate let out a yelp as the ki shot out of his hand and was absorbed by the stone, plunging the room into darkness. He staggered back a couple steps, and his foot got caught on a piece of rubble. “Shit!” Turles shouted as he fell and landed on his back. Small rocks dug into his tender back making the pain flare before his attention was drawn to a light. The column he had been standing beside was lighting up. The alpha watched speechless as the carvings lit up showing ruins in a language Turles couldn't understand. The light slowly spread upward until it came to the ceiling and moved along lines to the rest of the poles in the room. Soon the entire temple was bathed in a blue light from those glowing letters, and the saiyan looked around in bewilderment. There was only debris from the crumbling roof of the temple and pools of water that looked to have been there since the place was built, but Turles could see another room behind the columns. He couldn't make out any details because none of the light had gone that far. The alpha’s eye caught something on the first column that glowed, and the sight made his cheek throb. He got to his feet and stood in front of the glowing ruin. A line ran straight down the center of the symbol with a completed diamond shape on the top half of the letter. On the bottom half, there was only three sides of the diamond. The bottom left line was missing. He snarled and glared at that symbol because it was the same one that had been burned onto his cheek as a mark of his exile, reminding the pirate how he got here. The growl from his throat echoed in the chamber. There is darkness in you. “Who’s there?!” Turles called out ready to defend himself and caught sight of a darker shadow out of the corner of his eye. He tried to follow it, but it was too fast for him to keep sight of it. You have been wronged, my child. The feminine voice whispered in his ear as the ghostlike sensation of a hand brushed across his shoulders. Instantly he was filled with a sense of relief as his scars and cuts finally stopped hurting. Do you want to make them pay? Make them regret casting you out like trash? Make them regret the brand they gave you? I can help you. Turles narrowed his eyes as he listened to the shapeless being. Vegeta and Bardock took Kakarot away from him. He never even got a chance to talk to that beautiful beta except for that one time, and his blood burned with desire for the submissive. Kakarot hadn’t had the chance to say yes or even no to him. Oh, yes. Here the voice seemed to giggle, and the alpha felt on edge at hearing that delicate sound. I can help you with that as well. Soon, all that you dream shall come to fruition. I can give you all that you desire, my child. I can give you Kakarot. The pirate couldn't help the interested noise he made, slowly turning until he spotted a darker shadow. Everything it promised sounded like music to his ears, but he was no fool. Nothing was free and the pirate knew there was some kind of catch. But he had nothing left to lose. He couldn’t enter any city and live, he had no supplies, he couldn’t leave the planet and his injuries at the hands of Vegeta and the half-breed made moving excruciating even months later. Vegeta. He wanted to make the cocky princeling bleed, strip everything away from the bastard like they had done to him. He wanted to be the one standing beside Kakarot watching their cubs as they grow. With a feral grin, the saiyan crossed his arms over his chest. “How?”

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“Concubine“

King Cold brings King Vegeta a very special gift: a blue haired concubine named Bulma.

But the King's son has other plans for her...

He could feel the warm blood dripping off his white gloves, his father’s heart still beating in his hands as the adrenaline rushing through his veins fogged his furious mind.

Behind him, now sitting on the large bed, the tiny blue haired slave softly cried, trembling in fear and shock, wrapping her delicate arms around herself in search of comfort and rocking her body like a child that had just woken up from a monster-filled nightmare.

And in a way she had, but the nightmare had been real, or at the very least, dangerously close to be...

Vegeta couldn’t fully explain what had gotten into him. She was just another whore, one the ‘gifts’ his father’s allies had presented him with. Only this time, he’d previously managed to befriend the beautiful girl.

He’d met her at one of the palace’s gardens, tinkering with a small screwdriver and one of the soldier’s scouters. She’d been startled by his sudden presence, and his questions about what the hell she was doing. After making him promise that she wouldn’t be punished for it, she confessed to having stolen the little tool and convincing her warden, some clown named Kakarot, to allow her to fix his broken scouter. He’d looked at her in disbelief, unable to accept that a mere concubine would be capable of doing such things, and she’d talked to him about her past.

It turns out, she’d been a scientist in her home planet, and a very successful one, until Frieza’s people had destroyed it, taking a small amount of people as slaves. She’d just happened to be one of the unlucky ones.

King Cold had brought her as a present for his father, King Vegeta, knowing full well that the dirty old man had a taste for exotic beauties… And exotic she was, all creamy skin, sparkling blue eyes and long turquoise hair, whose waves cascaded seductively over her delicate shoulders. The Prince had never found a woman with such unique features, and he’d listened to her absolutely hypnotized, not only by her physical appearance, but by her charming personality and clever mind.

She hadn’t been ‘used’ yet, given that the King of all Saiyans had been away on a diplomatic mission when she’d arrived to Vegetasei, so she’d been waiting for a month until his father’s arrival, during which she’d tried to escape five times, and now she was under strict vigilance.

During the course of a couple of weeks, they’d met almost daily, spending hours walking throughout the lavish gardens, talking about all sorts of topics, and the warrior had found himself falling deeper and deeper under her spell…

And then, the inevitable took place.

His father came back and an opulent banquet was thrown in his honor. Bulma and four other women had been brought and sat at the opposite side of the Royal table, and even though all five of them were stunning creatures, it became pretty obvious that the scientist had been the one to catch the King’s eye.

The blue haired belle had barely touched her food, as she’d kept her eyes down in order to try to avoid the monarch’s lecherous gaze…

It was a sickening spectacle, and the Prince had excused himself earlier than usual, angrily retreating back to his chambers, where he’d spent the next couple of hours pacing his room like a wild caged animal…

Who the fuck cared about what happened to the little bitch?

She was a whore! A pleasure slave! As far as he was concerned, she and her race deserved what had happened to them simply for being so fucking weak! And yet, the thought of his father, of anyone really, touching her and fucking her against her will made him physically ill…

He’d finally laid on the bed, unable to get any sleep, and then it happened…

He heard noises coming from his father’s chambers, objects being thrown and worst of all, the desperate screams of a woman begging for mercy.

Bulma’s screams…

He suddenly felt possessed by an unyielding fury, and before he knew it, he burst into the Royal room, where he witnessed the pitiful sight of a very naked and erect King Vegeta, straddling the fragile semi-naked figure of the blue haired concubine that frantically cried and writhed underneath the powerful warrior, pleading over and over again, asking him to stop, to get off her…

The Prince grabbed his father by the neck and brought him to his knees, knowing full well that he’d been stronger than the old man for quite some time now, he’d simply been uninterested in challenging him and taking the throne yet.

Was he really going to do it? Killing the king to save a mere sex slave?

No.

It was more than that…

The old man had been slipping for a while, making stupid choices and acting in a dishonorable manner, and the frightened girl shivering on the bed was just one more of his many shameful actions.

“You are a disgrace to your people…” He whispered before he raised his father’s body in the air and pierced his naked chest with his own hand, tearing off his heart and cleanly pulling it out while it was still beating.

He let go of the now dead body, which fell limply on the wine-red carpet, and he simply stood there in the middle of the room, exhaling deeply as he held the warm heart still in his hand. His eyes were closed now, and even though a million overwhelming thoughts crossed his mind, there was only one thing that mattered now.

He opened his eyes and he slowly turned towards the young girl he’d secretly fallen in love with…

Fuck!

Was it love?

Saiyans didn’t love, did they? Certainly, not the members of Saiyan Royalty…

And yet, he didn’t give a shit about the life-changing deed he’d just committed, all that mattered right now was getting her out of that bloody room. But as he looked at her face, and he noticed the sheer panic in her expressive blue eyes, he realized he’d probably fucked up. After all, he’d saved her from a barbaric act by perpetrating another. Would she fear him now too?

Suddenly, the little human jumped out of the bed and run towards him, clinging to him for dear life.

“Thank you! Oh, G-Gods! Thank you!” She frantically whispered in his ear, her warm breath awakening emotions inside of him he didn’t even want to consider in that moment.

Without thinking, he dropped the King’s heart on the ground and automatically wrapped his powerful arms around her tiny shivering frame, holding her tight with one arm as he caressed her shiny blue hair with his other hand in a soothing manner …

“P-Please get me out of here… I d-don’t want to s-see him anymore…” She begged in a small frightened voice.

She didn’t have to ask him twice.

He clutched her tightly and walked towards one of the corners of the lavish room, carrying her in his arms. Behind one of the tapestries that covered the walls, he found the secret door that connected his father’s chambers to his, he typed in the secret entry codes and he entered his bedroom, leaving the carnage behind.

When he finally reached his bed, he tried to place Bulma on top of it, but the scared girl wouldn’t have it, her dainty hands holding on to his bloodstained armor as if she feared he’d vanish at any minute…

“Don’t leave! Please, don’t leave!” She mumbled anxiously, her little nails scratching the hard material.

He could deny her nothing, and he simply knelt on the bed with the shaking belle in his arms, stroking her hair and the silky skin of her creamy back. He was pleased to feel her gradually relax in his embrace, and eventually he tried to talk to her.

“I should take a shower…” He whispered, and the woman reacted by hugging him even tighter, unwilling to let go of him again.

He sighed in frustration and, realizing she’d been tainted by his father’s blood too, he decided to take them both to the large bathroom to try to wash up together.

He stood up and the woman’s panicky behavior returned.

“Please… Please don’t leave me alone… Please…” She implored, sounding like a scared child.

He didn’t reply, still holding her with one arm while he precariously managed to turn on the shower and waited patiently for the water to be hot enough.

“Woman… You need to let go of me…” He whispered, trying to be as patient as possible.

The concubine’s face was now hidden in the crook of his neck, and she shook her head frantically in disagreement.

Vegeta groaned.

“Alright then…” He said as he stepped into the shower with the woman still in his arms. He stood underneath the stream of hot water, and waited until she felt confident enough to let go of him.

It was excruciating.

Someone had dressed her in some sort of sheer nightdress that had become completely see-through now that it was wet. Her soft body, petite but curvy in all the right places, was pressed so tight against his own that he knew if she didn’t let go of him, something really embarrassing would take place very soon…

“Bulma… Please… I’m right here, I’m not going anywhere…” He whispered against her ear.

“You can let go of me now…”

The heiress finally complied, slowly standing on her own two feet. He could tell her legs were still a bit wobbly, and he supported her until he was sure she could stand on her own. She just stood there in front of him, and he could see every goddamn detail about her luscious lithe body.

It was too much…

“I… I’ll wait outside until you’re done…” He mumbled uncomfortably, already turning around, ready to exit the shower.

She stopped him, firmly holding his hand as he was leaving.

“It’s okay… You can stay with me, I don’t mind…” She said in a shy voice.

Sweet merciful Gods…

He wanted to leave right fucking now, but the Prince of all Saiyans never stepped back from a challenge, so he slowly turned around, looking at the woman again, trying to focus on her face. She gave him her back, pointing at her neck, where her flimsy negligee was tied in a tiny knot.

“Can you help me with this, please?” She asked innocently.

Vegeta swallowed hard, his fingers twitching slightly until he finally relented and helped her untie the damn thing. Once his job was done, Bulma slowly slid the damp nightdress with her hands until it fell on the shower’s floor, and she bent down and picked it up, throwing it out in one quick gesture. She then turned towards him, moving until her perfect body was pressed right against his.

“How do you take this off?” She asked as she unsuccessfully tugged at his armor.

The Prince could feel his blood boil by now…

Not only was she standing in the nude right in front of him, but she wanted him to take his clothes off too.

Did she even know what she was doing to him?

The warrior nodded, and trying to appear as nonchalant about it as possible, he removed his armor in one smooth motion, quickly followed by his gloves, boots and the upper part of his flying suit, leaving him clad only in his royal blue pants.

The woman remained still, quietly witnessing the spectacle of the magnificent body stripping in front of her. She’d finally admitted to herself some time ago that she felt attracted towards the young Prince, and now that he’d saved her from being violated by another man, did this mean he liked her too?

Despite the fact that she was still in shock by the night’s events, she couldn’t help but feel a tinge of curiosity about what the man would do if she chose to pursue him in that very moment…

Fuck it!

Why not?

Even though she’d lost absolutely everything and everyone she had in this world, she was still Bulma Fucking Briefs.

And Bulma Briefs always got what she wanted…

She moved even closer to Vegeta, and slowly but boldly, she grabbed the waist of his flying suit pants in an attempt to get him to remove them.

The man’s reflexes were quick as a thunderbolt, for he immediately caught her fragile wrist in a strong hold.

“Woman, what are you doing?” He whispered, seemingly more surprised than angry.

Bulma bit her bottom lip, looking at him with ingenuous eyes.

“I thought… You know… Since I don’t have any clothes on… I thought maybe I’d feel more comfortable if you didn’t either…”

Vegeta froze for a minute, seriously trying to understand the woman’s motives, and he finally surrendered, removing the rest of his tight clothing by himself.

There was an awkward silence as the nervous couple stood naked underneath the hot spray of water, until the heiress finally turned around, looking for a bar of soap and she gave it to him, giving him his back again and moving her now damp hair to the side, silently asking for his assistance. The warrior gulped once more, grabbing the soap and slowly sliding it across her soft skin…

“You can use your hands if you want…” She said sweetly, trying to encourage him.

Sweet Mother of all War Gods…

This could not be happening to him.

Was this some kind of punishment?

Was the girl so traumatized that she’d lost her fucking mind?

Without words, the Saiyan rubbed the soap in his hands, lathering them up, and then proceeded to tenderly wash her back.

Damn her!

She was perfect…

He could feel his cock beginning to get hard, and his much-prized legendary self-control slip, literally, through his fingers as he caressed the blue haired beauty’s back and shoulders. He didn’t dare going beyond that, until she laid against his powerful chest and tilted her head back, nuzzling his neck with her cute nose as she delicately held his hands, placing them over her ample breasts.

“You can go lower if you want…” She mumbled against his heated skin…

His instincts took over as he languidly started to caress her tits, the tips of his fingers grazing her pink nipples, which hardened immediately. He could feel her breathing accelerate, her feminine moans filling the room…

“Oh yes…” She whispered heatedly. “That’s nice… You’re so good… So good…”

Encouraged by her body’s reaction he allowed himself to fully explore her petite form, and his rough hands traveled throughout her flat abdomen, slender arms and succulent ass, finally stopping at her curvy hips, squeezing them tenderly, almost as if trying to convince his dazed mind that this moment was really happening.

Her honeyed voice brought him back to reality…

“Can you do my legs now, please?”

He could.

Right now, he’d do anything she asked of him…

He nodded, turning her around and kneeling in front of her, travelling the velvety skin of her lovely legs and trying to hide the now very evident proof of his arousal, but soon he realized he didn’t have to, since the scent between her legs was now telling him she was feeling the exact same way.

This was insanity…

The Prince wasn’t the womanizer his father had been, but he’d certainly experienced sex with a small and very selective number of females, however, this creature… She was making him feel as anxious as an unschooled boy.

He remained there, on his knees, completely unable to think straight, fighting an inner battle and not really knowing how to act or what to do next. Should he talk to her? Should he just finish the damn shower and pretend this didn’t happen?

As usual, the concubine made the decision for him.

Her little hand caressed his hair…

“Hey…” She susurrated. “Are you alright? Here, let me help you now…”

She offered him her hand and he took it, standing up, extremely self-conscious about his very erect member. If she noticed it, she didn’t mention it, and she simply grabbed the sweet-scented bar of soap, imitating his previous actions now all over his body.

Bulma’s hands lathered up his form, and she savored his flawless physique; the Prince wasn’t a very tall man, but his perfectly built muscles and caramel skin were good enough to lick.

And speaking of licking…

She could feel his large cock, fully hard, pressed against her belly, and a wicked thought crossed her mind as she kept caressing him. She soaped him up, running her gentle hands through his chest, grazing his nipples with her fragile nails, pleasantly surprised at how his body trembled at her touch. She knelt in front of him, working on his legs, buttocks and, finally, she softly wrapped her hand around his shaft, tentatively stroking it up and down.

He growled, immediately grabbing her wrist and stopping her ministrations.

“Wo-Woman… What are you doing?” He asked in a raspy voice.

Oh yes, she was having an effect on him…

“I’m helping you…”

“I don’t need your help…” He replied, tugging her arm and making her stand up again.

What was she doing?

What the fuck was she doing?

Did she want this?

Did she really want to do this with him?

“Bulma, you don’t have to do this…” He whispered against her lips…

She smiled sweetly at him, pushing him back until they were both underneath the hot spray once more, the water washing away the soap bubbles…

The heiress encircled his neck with her arms, pressing herself against him, prompting a moan from the Prince.

“I’m not doing it because I have to…” She whispered back, placing a feathery kiss over his lips.

“I’m doing it because I want to…”

There was a long silence between them, until Vegeta finally made his move, holding her face between his hands and kissing her passionately, backing her against the wall as their tongues intertwined, exploring each other’s mouth breathlessly. When they finally separated, gasping for air, he smirked at the sight of the woman’s hungry eyes as he delicately run his thumbs across her soft cheeks.

She smiled wickedly, running her tongue across her lips and then proceeded to place light kisses all over his jaw, neck and chest, licking and nipping his hard muscles, making the warrior gasp and shiver with desire…

Bulma finally knelt again in front of him, and looking him right in the eye, she wrapped her hand around his large member, stroking him a few times, feeling his size and slowly, agonizingly slowly, she stuck her tongue out, licking the fat tip of his cock as she unblinkingly held his gaze.

The sudden feeling of her little tongue on his skin made him hiss in pleasure, and he had to refrain from grabbing her hair and sticking his whole dick into her moist mouth, but he tried to hang on to the last bit of self-control he had and let her set her pace.

She kept licking, lazily drawing little circles over his cock’s head, looking like a little girl playing with a brand-new toy. The heiress lapped up the precum already seeping from it, and Vegeta couldn’t take it anymore…

“Bulma… P-Please…” He begged in a shaky voice.

The woman finally decided to stop tormenting him and she hungrily opened up her mouth, wrapping her lips around him and taking him in smoothly.

It was maddening…

The Saiyan could already feel his cock swelling, twitching and ready to burst as Bulma’s pretty head bobbed around him, her wetness engulfing him in unbearable torture.

She kept sucking his dick, in and out, barely able to take in all of it, and he could feel the tip of his cock hit the back of her throat as she worked him skillfully and mercilessly towards completion.

“F-Fuck…” He mumbled, his eyes closed and his hands pressed against the wall so hard the tiles cracked underneath his great strength.

As Bulma’s hands joined her mouth, lovingly caressing his balls, Vegeta finally realized he was about to cum, and the tiny spark of rationality left in him wondered if she’d be okay with him doing it inside her mouth. Not wanting to risk it, he grasped a handful of her hair and he pulled out. The heiress was about to complain, but as she looked into his eyes she realized what he was doing and she tilted her head back in submission, grabbing his cock again and jerking him off as she rubbed his tip against her hard nipples and creamy breasts, making them jiggle deliciously.

It was too much… The sight of her open mouth, with those red lips, swollen from sucking his dick and the look of expectation as she waited for his release finally pushed him over the edge and he came, spilling his cum all over her tits as she kept working him, milking him slowly with her tiny hand, bringing him down from his climax.

He finally touched her hand, silently asking her to stop and she obeyed, quietly sitting on the tiles.

He panted heavily, unable to take his eyes away from those juicy tits now covered in his cum. A couple of unruly drops had landed near her lips and he gently reached to wipe them off but, as he did, she swiftly held his hand, languidly swiping her tongue across his thick thumb, lapping up all of it with starved eyes.

Holy shit…

Now he knew whether she would have swallowed his cum…

When some of his strength came back to him, he bent down, picking up the girl and making her stand in front of him. He grabbed the soap and he fondly washed her pale skin once again, marveling at the sight of her perfect breasts and the moans that escaped her mouth…

She hugged him as the hot water poured over their naked bodies, placing soft kisses on his face and licking and nibbling his ear, whispering his name…

“Vegeta…”

Vegeta…

“Vegeta? Hey! Earth to Vegeta!”

The Saiyan blinked, suddenly startled by Bulma’s concerned voice. He looked around and he finally found her sitting on top of one of the kitchen countertops, right where she’d been before he’d zoned out into his little fantasy world.

“Did you hear what I just said?” She asked worriedly, that damn banana still near her lips.

Fucking banana…

She’d walked into the kitchen all dolled up, ready to go Kami knew where with only Kami knew who, so she’d grabbed the blasted fruit and she’d hopped on top of the furniture like the vulgar woman she was, making that short dress she was wearing lift up even higher, giving him a glimpse of her cute butt cheeks.

She was all long legs and sparkly silvery high heels, and she’d attempted to eat the damn thing as she kept staring at that thing humans called ‘cell phone’, giggling every now and then, lighting up the room with her sweet voice and completely forgetting about the fucking banana all the goddamn time. It would hang on her lips as she typed in her little messages into the phone, and her tongue would distractedly lick the fruit’s tip every now and then.

He didn’t know if he wanted to kill himself or just bang the damn woman…

Probably both…

“Well, as I was saying… I’m heading over to some restaurant one of Yamcha’s friends has recently opened,” she continued when she finally realized the man was paying attention to her.

“I’d invite you but, you know…” She said waiving her hand. “I know you’d just say no anyway, right?”

Vegeta grunted.

Of course he’d say no…

His idea of fun wasn’t spending his entire night surrounded by blasted humans as he watched the heiress and the fool she called ‘boyfriend’ whispering sweet nothings into each other’s ear.

Especially, when she was dressed like that.

“Alright then… My dad is in the lab, finishing the last bot you needed repaired. I already did most of the job today, so there’s not much left to do…”

Just as he was going to reply and perhaps try to distract her by starting an argument so that she wouldn’t leave the house in that tight little dress, he heard the sound of a car horn, making him flinch involuntarily.

“Ah! That’s Yamcha!” She yelled excitedly, jumping off the countertop clumsily on her high heels.

“See you later, my Prince…” She said mockingly as she walked out of the kitchen.

He watched her walk away from him, wearing those impossibly sexy shoes that made her hips swing wantonly as she adjusted that indecently obscene tiny scrap she was wearing.

She was glorious.

He sighed in frustration, forcing his attention back to the utensils he’d been holding in his hands for a while, and carving into his now cold raw steak a little harder than usual, taking a large bite and chewing angrily.

He couldn’t swallow.

He let go of the damn knife and fork, putting his elbows on the table and pinching the bridge of his nose.

Holy shit!

Did he just fucking fantasize with killing his fucking father so he could fuck the fucking woman?

Yes, he had, and the woman deserved a punishment for that…

He stood up, slyly looking through the windows and cringing internally at the sight of the stunning woman hugging and kissing that idiot man of hers.

His cock was now hard as a rock, and he knew a cold shower and a handjob was the next plan of action, but right then and there, he promised himself that someday he was going to make those damn fantasies come true.

He was Vegeta, Prince of all Saiyans.

And a Prince always got what he wanted…

Well, well, it seems Vegeta has a very vivid imagination...

By the way, as I was writing this, I had a bunch of ideas for a full AU fanfic (after I finish “A Dark Heart”, of course!), so let me know if you’d be interested in reading something like this...

Thanks a lot for reading!

In case someone is interested in my other works, you can find them here:

http://archiveofourown.org/users/SarahW/pseuds/SarahW

https://www.fanfiction.net/u/8599955/SarahWDBZ

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