It had been a rough day in the gravity chamber for Vegeta. His mind could not stay focused on his training. That blue haired vixen kept invading his thoughts, coaxing him away from his goals like the temptress she was. In true Vegeta style, he thought the solution was to push himself even harder as if to push her out of his mind. Needless to say, he was exhausted. The closer he dragged his aching body to the shower, the hope of even the slightest bit of relaxation became all consuming.
Like her.
As he stripped from his filthy training gear, Vegeta recalled the way she smelled this morning. It was like a symphony which filled his nose, each part playing harmoniously upon his soul. Honey. Sweet and inviting. Ginger. Spicy and electrifying. Jasmine. Delicate and exotic. The movement was tied together by her natural musk. Sensual and unmistakably feminine.
A growl escaped as he realized a growing need between his legs that he wasn't quite sure how to feel about.
Blasted woman. She could never just leave him alone, even when she wasn't around.
The water was turned as hot as it could go not only to ease his tense muscles, but to metaphorically burn her out of his thoughts. As the steam clouded around him, his mind began to clear. The warmth of the water's torrent sent him to a much-needed meditative state.
Shortly after, his thoughts began to sway to his time in space, cruising amongst the stars. It had been a very calming experience, just him in his pod as streams of light hypnotically sped past. Vegeta remembered this time fondly. It was when he would clear his mind of all of his responsibilities. A time he could just exist free from anything else.
That time was, however, a double-edged sword. Along with the freeing feeling, came the loneliness. He felt a quick pang in his chest and, like clockwork, there she was again. Perhaps it was due to the fact that he felt more relaxed, but he finally gave in the siren.
He let his eyes close and imagined her sinuous figure bent over the gravity chamber's console. Her jumpsuit was unzipped and tied below her navel, revealing a red bra which perfectly displayed her breasts.
Vegeta grabbed his cock.
Those captivating cerulean locks were pinned back messily, allowing delicate wisps to fall around her face. Her brow furrowed above dazzling sapphire eyes.
He began to stroke.
She turned around to give him that trademark sass filled look which always sent tingles through his body like the crackling of ki. A smirk playing at the corner of her sultry lips.
Arousal growing, he wouldn't be able to hold back much longer.
His name danced from those lips to his ears. Vegeta.
He let out a low groan.
This time, a little louder. Vegeta. It was as if she were in the room. Then, suddenly, his world came to a screeching halt when he heard it a third time.
She was actually in the room. In this state, he hadn't heard his bathroom door open. How could he have let his guard down! Motionless, he stood in the shower, not knowing what to do.
"I just finished the laundry and thought it would be nice to have some fluffy towels right out of the shower."
"D-don't you knock!? Damn Earthwoman!"
"I did. Twice. And you didn't respond. Must be a good shower." She chuckled.
Although her laugh sounded heavenly, it sent Vegeta into a further state of panic, which translated to anger. "That doesn't give you the right to burst into other people's bathrooms! I'll have you know I am-"
"The Prince of all Saiyans." She finished his sentence. "Yeah, yeah. Listen, there were no towels in here and I won't have you dripping all over the place. Always so cranky. Geeze, with how warm it is in here I'd think you'd be super relaxed."
With towels neatly placed on the counter, his coquette walked closer to the shower and playfully hit the curtain. The next thing she knew, she was in the shower, pinned to the tile wall between two muscular forearms. Vegeta had grabbed her wrist and pulled her in, placing his hands on either side of her head. Her face went red, not from the heat, but from the sight of his naked body. A topless Vegeta wasn't a foreign sight, quite the opposite rather. But this was…something completely different.
Water trickled down his body, following every chiseled muscle down, down to… Oh my! Her eyes quickly darted up to his only to meet a gaze so intense, she was beginning to feel uncomfortable.
"You interrupted me." He sneered.
"I, um…can see that." Eyes flashing back down to his erection, but only for a second. This stroked his ego, in turn needing something else to be stroked.
Her breathing picked up, chest noticeably heaving. He looked down to see the white tank and small cotton shorts she was wearing were now soaked and clung to her curvy form. There wasn't much left to the imagination. With a primal growl, Vegeta ripped the saturated fabric, freeing the body he had been pouring over in his mind moments ago. This elicited a shocked moan from the woman.
That was it. There was no more waiting around. No more heated glances. He needed to take her now. One hand grabbed her ass while the other clenched in her hair. Vegeta dove into her neck biting and sucking. "Bulma." He growled. He hadn't realized it until now, how desperate he was to utter her name. No more name calling, just her. Bulma.
Hearing her name reverberate through the bathroom in his graveled tone made her give into him. She would allow him to do whatever he wanted to her. She needed him to. "Vegeta, please." She begged breathlessly.
Swiftly, Vegeta grabbed her hips and lifted her. As Bulma wrapped her legs around him, he effortlessly slid into her. She was already so wet. He wasn't sure how long he could last. Then she began gyrating herself around him as he thrusted, mewling uncontrollably.
Fuck. In the back of his mind, he thought maybe doing this would free him from the spell she seemed to have over him. But, he was realizing that it was only strengthening her hold. He also didn't give a fuck. He just wanted to claim her for his own. His Bulma.
Vegeta tore himself from his thoughts just in time to revel in Bulma's climax. Her entire body writhed in ecstasy as he held her against him. "Vegeta!" she cried out. He no longer had to imagine what it would be like to hear his name escape her lips in pleasure, for there it was, forever engrained into his memory. With a few forceful thrusts, Vegeta followed her climax with his own, gracing her ears with her own name once again. "Bulma." He rasped and shuddered.
He pressed her against the wall as they tried to catch their breath. "Oh my god." Bulma finally let out. "That was-"
"Incredible. I know." Vegeta finished smugly.
Bulma rolled her eyes, but did so with a smirk on her lips. When Vegeta finally let her go, she retrieved the towels from the counter so they could dry off. It wasn't long after, before the two had collapsed on Vegeta's nearby bed, bodies entwined for the rest of the night. Normally, he would never go for cuddling, but Bulma kind of curled herself around him with no intentions of letting go. He didn't have the desire to fight it right now and honestly didn't mind if it happened again. Vegeta was coming to terms with the fact that he would let this woman do anything and was glad he had succumbed to his thoughts.