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Whilst the exterior of the woman’s lavish private island residence reminded him to an extent of the Great Palace of Vegetasei; (he still wasn’t sure how he was supposed to feel about that); the interior didn’t. It was all very much…her. Which, he supposed, was fitting. Enlarged photos of her family and friends lined the hallways and held their own place amongst works of art that she’d procured, or had had commissioned by world-famous artists. Some of these even had the power to hold his gaze for more than a few seconds, and he then had to listen to some story or other about where that particular piece had come from, or what meaning it held to her. He initially let his mind wander as she talked; her words and the sound of her voice a soothing backdrop to the visual stimulation provided by her collection of artefacts and the stunning architecture of the building itself. Eventually he found himself paying more attention; even contributing a little and making comments that deliberately challenged her own views. Much to his delight, this resulted in a resurgence of the verbal sparring matches that he’d been so sorely missing; and he could tell by the little flush on the woman’s face and the blue fire in her eyes as she stood up to him with a grin, that she was enjoying that just as much as he was.
After examining the huge library that had Bulma buzzing with excitement, as well as a selection of relaxation spaces with comfortable sofas and televisions, Vegeta was led to a vast modern kitchen where they made a quick pit stop to fill the gaping hole that was his stomach. Once satiated, Bulma beckoned the prince to follow her once more; this time up the main staircase that led to the floor that housed the bedrooms. Vegeta could have refused, (after all, what relevance the sleeping quarters of this place had to him he didn’t know), but he didn’t. And soon, he found himself being led into a lavish suite that the woman had clearly occupied for some time judging by the mess and the fact her scent was so strong here it practically permeated his skin. He tried not to breathe in too deeply, and made a beeline for a set of double doors at the opposite end of the suite to the woman’s large, ornate four-poster bed.
“So…what do you think?” Bulma followed him with a smile, spinning on the spot to gesture around the bright and airy space filled with her own clutter. “Pretty neat, huh?”
“Hm. ‘Neat’ is not a word that I would use in this instance,” Vegeta huffed, pulling the doors open to hopefully make a swift exit. Instead, to his surprise, he found himself in an adjoining suite; this one a mirror image of the one he’d just tried to escape. Except, this suite had barely been touched. Taking a few steps in, he looked around; the woman hot on his heels and hiding a grin behind her hand when she saw his stern features relax ever so slightly.
Although Vegeta knew that he shouldn’t care, this was much more to his liking. Fresh. Clean. Minimalist. Almost like his own room back at Capsule Corp. but on a much larger, grander scale. He took a deep breath, then another; already feeling a little calmer and more centred away from the disorganisation he’d left behind.
“It’s a “his and hers” sort of thing,” Bulma explained from his right hand. “It was quite common for historical kings and queens to have their own separate chambers that met in the middle, and that enabled them…”
Vegeta only half-listened as the woman prattled on. He clocked another door over by the similarly large yet more modern four-poster bed in this room, and he started striding towards it; intent on getting out into the hallway. He could tell from the light outside the large windows that the day was escaping him, and he needed to get things back on track. As much as he’d enjoyed…no, tolerated…being back in the woman’s company again, he was here for one purpose and one purpose only. And he couldn’t allow himself to be distracted any longer.
“As amusing a diversion as this has all been,” he began, not caring that he was interrupting the woman’s flow, “you have drawn this out long enough. Kakarot told me that your new training equipment was ready for me to review, and that is the reason I’m here. The only reason!” he snapped, just in case the woman had thought this was a social call. Which it wasn’t. At all. “We will return to your lab at once.”
He put a large hand out towards the door handle, but somehow the woman got there first and planted herself squarely between him and his escape route; as feisty and as ready to do battle as she’d ever been. If only he didn’t find that so damned attractive, storming past her would be so much easier!
“Oh yes, about that…” Bulma tapped her chin thoughtfully then looked directly at the prince’s fierce scowl with wide innocent eyes. She was determined that Vegeta was not leaving this room until she’d got what she wanted; and that meant playing a dangerous little game of poke the bear. Her heart skipped a beat, but there was no stopping her. “Goku was, shall we say, misinformed?”
What?! Vegeta growled and clenched his fists before turning away to stomp up and down in front of the bed; his blood starting to boil.
“So there’s no new training aids?” he spat, feeling unreasonably betrayed. “You lied to me! By the gods, I can’t believe I wasted so much of my valuable training time coming all the way out here to find you!”
Bulma affected a casual lean against the door with her arms folded across her chest, smiling smugly despite her heart hammering away as the prince seemed to get more and more worked up. “Well, nobody forced you,” she replied gaily. “You made that choice all on your own.”
Suddenly Vegeta was in front of her, one arm against the wall beside her and the other across her upper chest, pinning her in position. To her credit, she didn’t flinch, even as his dark eyes flashed with anger. “I should kill you where you stand for your insolence,” he hissed, realising his mistake of getting close…too close…almost immediately as the woman’s scent invaded his nostrils. Gods it was intoxicating! He had to resist the urge to close his eyes and nuzzle her neck where her scent was stronger. No! He needed to focus…to…concentrate…
Bulma raised an eyebrow coquettishly, feeling the shift in atmosphere between them as the prince got up close and personal; more so than he ever had before with his weird thing about personal boundaries. Already, little zings of excitement were making themselves known in her lower belly and her skin tingled where he was holding her. Gods, Launch had been right; why hadn’t she realised this before?!
“Hmm, you won’t though,” she teased with a confidence that she shouldn’t really feel when faced with an irate Saiyan whom she knew could destroy entire planets without breaking a sweat. But for some reason, she knew that she spoke the truth. Despite who he was, what he’d done…the threats he’d made to her on countless occasions as they’d argued; she just knew that Vegeta wouldn’t hurt her. Even holding her as he was now, he’d obviously taken care not to cause her an injury. “Besides,” Bulma continued boldly with a cheeky grin, “I have a better idea. How about doing something…fun that would not only make you feel better, but also leave you never wanting to kill me…ever again?!”
Vegeta’s snarl changed to a smirk of amusement at the woman’s attempt at bargaining with him. “Ha! I very much doubt that,” he retorted sarcastically; trying very hard to keep his lust for the beautiful creature before him in check. “But…” he cocked his head to one side and regarded her with narrowed eyes; now curious as to what she was going to suggest and hopeful that it would be suitably distracting; “…for the time being and against my better judgement, you have my undivided attention. What exactly did you have in mind?”
With a sultry smile, Bulma hooked one finger in the neck of Vegeta’s t-shirt and gently tugged on it before looking up at him through lowered lashes. “Take your clothes off and you’ll find out.”
Vegeta couldn’t help the look of bewilderment that flashed across his face, and for a moment he relaxed his hold on the woman. “What?” he managed hoarsely, wondering if his finely tuned hearing had betrayed him. He felt his cheeks heat and his heart speed up as his brain slowly processed her words; realising as she continued to look up at him with eyes that held such promise; that she’d entirely meant what she’d said.
“You heard me…your highness.” Emboldened by the slight hitch in his breathing and his quickening pulse which she could feel through his t-shirt, Bulma took a step towards Vegeta and pressed her body fully against his, tilting her face ever so slightly to whisper huskily in his ear. “Take…your fucking clothes off…and I’ll take off mine.”
Fuck! Vegeta took a breath and the scent of the woman’s arousal hit him so hard that he hissed and pinned her to the door again. The air surrounding them felt charged and ready to just…explode with the right trigger. But no! She wasn’t going to win this time…he wasn’t going to give in…no matter how much he wanted to.
Vegeta saw a hint of disappointment in Bulma’s ocean-blue eyes before he closed his own and shook his head to rid himself of all the thoughts and…and inconsequential feelings that being in this position, here with her, invoked within him. He could have been dreaming and yet he wasn’t. This was oh so real…and so much fucking more than he’d ever been able to imagine on his own, that he found himself wanting to just lose himself in the moment. Lose himself in her. He grit his teeth. Damn the beautiful blue-haired vixen to hell!
“Come on Vegeta,” Bulma crooned, sensing the prince’s steely resolve weakening with every passing breath. She rubbed her pelvis against his and was delighted to feel a swiftly hardening bulge, “…it will make you feel so much better. And a clear head makes for much more productive training…oh!”
She gasped as Vegeta’s mouth was suddenly on hers, preventing her from saying anything further as he kissed her hard; one large hand on her waist and the other in her hair as he angled her face towards his, his tongue demanding entrance to her mouth which she gladly gave. Gripping one hand in the hair at the back of his head, she pulled him even closer to her, returning his kiss with a passion that she hadn’t ever felt before, even in the early days with Yamcha. Gods he was delicious!
Caught up in the moment and just how fucking good it felt, a low moan escaped Bulma’s mouth and Vegeta rocked his hips against hers in response. Shortly after, he broke away from her; his eyes so..so dark now as they searched her face as he panted slightly, lips quirking up in a smirk as he decided that he liked what he saw. Bulma’s face was flushed, her silky blue tresses now a loose and slightly tangled mess and her luscious pink lips parted. The scent of their combined arousal was going to his head and he knew that now…now that he’d let his usually iron-tight control slip and had tasted her…he wanted more. He wanted all of her…and just this once wouldn’t hurt…right?
He leant in as though to kiss her again, and Bulma smiled like a siren who knew she’d hooked her prey and was about to reel him in. Just as she closed her eyes expectantly however, she felt Vegeta’s lips ghost against her ear.
“Have you ever been fucked by a Saiyan before, woman?” he murmured, the hand that had been supporting her waist against him now moving to the zip of her boiler suit and pulling it down enough to allow him to sneak in and begin caressing one soft breast through the flimsy lacy material that covered it. Vegeta felt Bulma’s breath hitch when he ran his thumb over her pebbled nipple, and within seconds his mouth was on hers again, whilst his other hand pulled harder on her zip so that he could move further down her body towards her core. He growled in frustration when it very quickly became apparent that the fucking zip was now stuck fast.
“Rip it,” Bulma commanded forcefully, desperate now to be rid of the boiler suit which was only hindering matters between her and her prince.
Vegeta didn’t need telling twice, ripping the offending garment to pieces then taking a second to fully appreciate the vision before him; devouring her with his eyes as she gazed back at him confidently. Gods, she really was one of the most gorgeous females he’d ever seen. Aside from the lacy bra which, to be fair, seemed designed purely to enhance her assets rather than be of any practical use, the woman was now naked. Not even a shred of underwear covering the mound of blue curls in between her thighs. Vegeta smirked. The vulgar creature! No wonder her scent was so fucking enticing!
“Your turn, tough guy,” Bulma grinned, more at ease now that she knew Vegeta wanted her just as much as she wanted him. And she was about to get the opportunity to appreciate…everything…that the prince had to offer. She cast her eyes up and down his body suggestively before meeting his heated gaze with her own.
Smirking, Vegeta rid himself of his own clothes and took Bulma in his arms once more; glad of the excuse to address his need to be close to her again and his want to feel her bare skin against his own.
Bulma’s lips captured his as soon as she could reach to pull him against her, then Vegeta moved to nuzzle her neck, and the woman gasped as one of his hands simultaneously found her centre and he started rubbing her clit with his thumb; after a moment easing first one finger, then another between her folds.
Gods, she was wet for him already! The prince couldn’t help but groan in anticipation of his now rock-hard cock, which was currently making its acquaintance with the soft skin of her thigh, entering her, and the noises she’d make as he pounded her…but he was getting ahead of himself.
“You didn’t answer me, woman,” he chastised hoarsely as her moans grew louder and she bucked her hips up against him while he fucked her skilfully with his fingers. “Have you ever been with a Saiyan before?!”
“N…no,” Bulma managed breathily, one tiny part of her brain wondering why the fuck that mattered. The only other Saiyan she knew was Goku and she sure as hell didn’t want to think about him right now!
“Mmm…good,” Vegeta purred. The weakling, he didn’t give a shit about; barely featured on his radar in fact. Kakarot however… The prince quickly thanked all the gods he knew of that he wasn’t about to be second to that idiot again. This woman…Bulma…was going to be his…only his…
With a satisfied smirk, he picked the woman up and threw her on the bed behind them; keeping his fingers working as he loomed over her with a devilish grin that lit up his usually stern face.
“Now, let me show you what you’ve been missing out on all this time,” he continued smugly, before nipping at her neck, then kissing, licking and sucking all the way down Bulma’s writhing body until he reached her centre; setting his tongue (that he’d primed with just the right amount of ki), to work on her clit until she whimpered and gasped beneath him; her hands fisting the bedsheets as the fabulous sensations built and took her closer and closer to climax.
Bulma hadn’t entirely known what to expect from Vegeta when she’d set out to seduce him. He was so damned prudish the majority of the time and one of the least tactile people she’d ever met, and so as she’d considered what he’d be like as a lover, she’d half-expected him to…lack experience. She wouldn’t have entirely minded if that had been the case, for that would have given her the opportunity to teach him a thing or two and maybe even…dominate him a little. Tame the wild beast and have him eating out of the palm of her hand and begging her for more just as Launch had said all those weeks ago. But no! Those idle musings had been somewhat wide of the mark. With all the wicked things Vegeta was doing to her with his tongue, he was certainly no virgin. In fact, he was a fucking god! And now, she was going to be the one begging.
“Vegeta,” she whimpered, so close yet needing…wanting…more to push her over the edge. She needed to feel him inside her. “Please…”
“Mhmm…” Vegeta purred again, knowing exactly what the woman wanted yet teasing her all the same. He’d enjoyed watching her take her pleasure whilst both indulging himself with his hand and lapping up her essence; experiencing a heady rush from her scent and her wetness as it coated his mouth and tongue. But she was more than ready for him now, and he had held back his own desire to fill her long enough.
Bulma moaned as the prince gave her sensitive bud one final suck, then couldn’t help but whine at the loss of both his body heat and his expert ministrations as he pulled away from her.
“Don’t worry, Bulma,” Vegeta teased, his eyes hooded as he mounted the bed; one hand wrapped around his glorious cock while his thumb spread pre-cum over the tip. “I’m nowhere near finished with you yet.”
“Gods!” she gasped as he entered her; slowly pushing himself all the way in and unable to hold back his own deep moan of pleasure as he felt her tight walls wrap around him for the first time.
He dropped his head to her mouth again, stealing some more of her delicious kisses as he began to thrust into her; shallow at first then deeper and harder; picking up the pace as the woman beneath him cried for more, each sexy little noise she made spurring him on until he felt her orgasm overtake her with a cry and a tightening of her inner walls that brought him so close to his own climax that he had to use all his willpower not to give in and just release with her like his whole body was begging him to do.
Growling he withdrew and flipped the woman over onto her stomach, helping to position her as she recovered so that he could take her from behind; the view of her perfectly peachy ass cheeks a delight as he thrust into her; clearly hitting a sweet spot as the woman’s satisfied moans intensified along with his own need for release. This time he didn’t hold back when she came again, spilling himself inside her with a deep moan of pleasure before pulling out and dropping onto the bed.
If Bulma was surprised that Vegeta didn’t immediately leave then she didn’t show it; content for now to bask in the afterglow and just how fucking good she felt in that moment. After a few minutes however, she risked a curious peep at the prince who was laid on his back, one arm behind his head and the other resting lightly on his stomach as he apparently dozed beside her.
Hmm…I wonder…she thought to herself as she admired his muscular form; the whiteness of old scars criss-crossing his torso contrasting with the beautiful golden tan of his skin. I mean it would be rude not to…
Just as she reached out towards him, intent on returning the favour he’d shown her, a large hand closed around her wrist and stopped her in her tracks, making her squeak in surprise.
“What are you doing?” Vegeta asked, regarding the woman carefully through partially lowered eyelids.
Huh, not dozing then. “Well, seeing as you are still here…I was hoping that you’d let me show you the same pleasure that you’ve shown me…” Bulma flushed as the prince regarded her stonily, before a slow smirk spread across his face. Her racing heart calmed a little as he gently dropped her hand from his.
“Hm. But you cannot manipulate ki,” he responded smugly. “I doubt you would be able to elicit the same response from me without that.”
Bulma blinked for a second then offered the prince a confident grin. If he really wanted to make this a competition, then so be it. “Oh really?” she questioned with a raised eyebrow. “Challenge accepted, your highness.” Pouting, Bulma moved to straddle Vegeta’s hips; noting the prince’s eyes widen and his breathing quicken as she did so; his cock already stirring to attention under her. Good.
Leaning down, she started by kissing Vegeta languidly on the lips, involving her tongue only when she felt his hands on her back, simultaneously stroking her skin and pulling her closer. After a moment she broke free and wriggled down his body to kneel between his legs; boldly meeting his gaze while grasping his cock firmly with one hand and pumping her fist up and down his length.
Vegeta couldn’t help but groan and close his eyes, throwing his head back into the pillows as the woman’s tongue licked him from balls to tip before wrapping around his head to suck him into her mouth. All. The. Way.
By the gods! Vegeta shuddered and bucked his hips as Bulma worked him expertly with that beautiful mouth of hers; his hands grabbing fistfuls of the sheets beneath him so that they tore; all the while unable to help little moans of pleasure escape from his throat. He could feel his climax quickly building in the pit of his belly, and a few seconds later his eyes flew open to see her watching him; her blue eyes dark and pupils blown. Gods, she was beautiful.
“Woman…I’m…going to…” he admitted hoarsely; trying his hardest to keep control of himself as Bulma popped her lips off him with a wicked grin and a lick of her lips. She moved to straddle his thighs again, this time mounting his cock and sheathing him inside her; riding him hard with his hands at her hips keeping her steady as he thrust into her from beneath.
Feeling her own orgasm build and, quite frankly, amazed at Vegeta’s ability to hold back given how close he was, Bulma shifted position slightly until she knew she was about to tip over the edge. As her climax overtook her, she cried out and leant forwards, burying her face in Vegeta’s neck and, without knowing where the urge came from, bit him. Hard. He barely seemed to notice however; his own release overtaking him a few seconds later.
They lay in a hot, satiated heap for a few moments until their breathing returned to normal, then Vegeta gently rolled Bulma off him so that he could get up to open a window; returning to sit on the bed with the refreshing evening air rolling over his sweat-stained skin. He took a few deep breaths. What now?
“You know, you could stay here for a few days if you wanted to,” Bulma said into the ensuing silence, her voice deliberately casual. She propped herself up on one elbow and plucked the sheet beneath her with her fingers. “I may have…forgotten…to tell you before that there is an upgraded gravity chamber on site and I am almost done with advancing the bots you saw in the lab so you’d get chance to use them sooner rather than later.” She moved a little closer to where Vegeta sat stiffly on the edge of the bed, sitting up behind him before reaching out to run her hands soothingly over his broad shoulders and plant a kiss on her rapidly fading mark on his neck. To her surprise, he didn’t flinch from her affectionate gesture and his muscles actually seemed to relax ever so slightly under her touch. “So…you could train by day and…use this room at night,” she continued softly. “It’s all yours…if you want it.” And so am I.
She blushed prettily as Vegeta half-turned his head towards her as though he had read her mind; and she swore that his dark eyes were softer than usual as they regarded her thoughtfully. He didn’t respond however; turning away again to look out at the island’s scenery.
Bulma knew better than to push, and so contented herself with leaning up against Vegeta while he allowed it; enjoying sharing his body heat and the closeness between them that just felt…right. If this was to be a one-time thing then so be it, but she couldn’t let go of a little grain of hope that perhaps the prince might feel the same way as she did, and want a little…more.
Externally, Vegeta appeared calm and unmoved by Bulma’s words, however internally he was conflicted. He had always been a merciless, battle-hardened warrior used to spending long periods of time alone when he wasn’t destroying whole civilisations or planets on Frieza’s behalf. Being alone had never bothered him before, but over the last few weeks he’d felt a sense of loneliness and…and emptiness…that he’d never previously experienced. And he’d hated it. No amount of training had rid him of those blasted feelings, and it was only when he’d literally scoured the Earth and been reunited with her…Bulma…that he’d felt at ease once again. The woman he was allowing to cuddle up against him, the woman who had never been afraid to stand up to him, the woman who had fucking bitten him in the throes of passion and had managed to mark him when no female had ever managed to before! In another universe the woman could have been a Saiyan with that sort of attitude.
Vegeta allowed himself a small smile at that. He could and…perhaps…should…just leave to avoid any further distractions. But…he didn’t want to. He wouldn’t, however, let on just how much he wanted to stay. Just for a few days of course. Besides, he now had the perfect excuse.
“That would be…acceptable,” he said eventually, smirking when the woman gave a small snort of amusement behind his left ear which implied that she’d seen right through his prevarication. “Someone has to ensure that you’re doing your job properly after all,” he continued haughtily. “And seeing as you work for me then…”
“Hold up there, asshole!” Bulma interrupted swiftly, delivering a poke to Vegeta’s ribs which was largely ineffectual. “I do not work for you, you’re just lucky that I’ve been choosing to help you all this time…” she trailed off when Vegeta turned to face her with a grin and eyes that gleamed wickedly, and a warm bolt of electricity shot straight to her core.
“I thought you wanted to check out the training facilities,” Bulma murmured with a wry smile and twinkling blue eyes, as suddenly Vegeta was on top of her again; his actual intentions clear from the fire in his gaze as he looked at her, and the feel of his cock hardening against her thigh. Gods, the guy had stamina!
“Hm. There will be time enough for that later,” Vegeta grunted, gently rocking his hips against hers; feeling an unfamiliar warmth flood his chest as she smiled at him and wrapped her arms around him to pull him closer.
As Vegeta leant down to nuzzle against the woman’s neck and inhale her gorgeous scent; he noticed a bite mark surrounded by a purpling bruise just above her collar bone that most definitely hadn’t been there before he’d last had her. Dammit! He’d tried to be so careful not to hurt her! He must have got carried away, but…she hadn’t screamed in pain, had she? Surely she would have done if…
A vague memory of something Nappa had once said regarding love bites and Saiyan mating rituals threatened to resurface, but he quickly dismissed it. He’d never believed in that sort of sentimental rubbish anyway.
“Right now,” he continued instead, lifting his head and cupping Bulma’s face in one large hand to bring her lips closer to his, “I just want you.”
Bulma’s heart leapt and she offered the prince a dazzling smile before closing her eyes and losing herself in his searing kiss; their bodies soon joined again and moving as one. Afterwards, with the light from the large windows fading, she lay contentedly in Vegeta’s arms feeling his breathing gradually slow as sleep took him; his usually stern expression more relaxed than she’d ever seen before. Damn I could get used to this, she thought to herself, placing a tender kiss on his forehead which was now smooth and scowl-free. Who would have thought it?
Sleepy herself she moved away slightly to give Vegeta a little space, but felt the prince’s arm tighten around her in response and pull her closer again; his body spooning hers and making her feel both comforted and protected. A moment later, she too drifted off into slumber with a smile on her face.
And when Vegeta awoke a few hours later, better rested than he had felt in weeks, that was where he found her; perfectly moulded against him and snoring softly; entirely at peace with sharing both his body heat and his bed. He smiled into the darkness of the room and let his eyelids flutter closed again, content to let his training wait for a few more hours. For the time being he wasn’t alone, and more importantly, he was with her. And she had chosen to be with him.
And…although he would admit it to no one…that felt damn fucking good.
THE END.