Waking up to the house shaking and the sound of an angry screaming man was something that Bulma Briefs had grown accustomed to since Vegeta moved in. Things hadn't changed much, even now that they had two children. If it wasn't him and Trunks blowing things up training, it was Vegeta alone.

Every Kami-blessed day promptly at 6:30 A.M..

She got out of bed and put her robe on. She walked down the hallway to their high tech gymnasium, which had just been reconstructed from Vegeta's last poutty training session.

She stood in the doorway watching her 163cm musclebound prince firing ki blasts at the expensive worker drones she had designed and built after three long years of work. Storming over to the control panel to shut everything down, she noticed that her robe had slipped, but she didn't care. She was just so angry at him at that moment.

He snapped his head at her angrily. "Damn you woman! How many times do I have to tell you not to..."

"Can it pint size! Those drones costs three million zenni each! Plus, the kids are still in bed! Don't you ever consider anyone else?" As she fussed at him, she got right in his face with her hands on her hips. She could see him seething in anger as his princely pride battled his familial sense.

"The sun's rising , shouldn't they be up already, clamoring for their bowlfuls of sugary grains?" He grabbed a towel off the rack, on what was left of the wall on the far side.

"Damn it Vegeta! Don't you understand that I have to work to make the money to replace everything you destroy?!"

Money was no object to Vegeta. He had a hard time still grasping the ways of Earthlings and their hierarchy that placed non-warriors, like his wife, above all others.

At least Kakarot's wife is the has won the title of world's mightiest woman... This woman just tinkers with machines.

"ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME VEGETA!"

He noticed some of her servants that were scrambling around outside to do repairs stopping to stare and murmur. His anger was reaching it's boiling point as he was being berated and emasculated in front of these pathetic humans. He was beyond frustrated at this point.

"Enough!" He let out a mighty bellow and transformed into his super Saiyan form. The mindless workers were scared even more stupid then they already were, but his wife was hardly phased.

"Oh you think you're so tough with your glowing golden hair, but you're not!"

She stormed off leaving Vegeta behind and went into her workroom. She grabbed her tool box and a few schematics, then stomped back to the gym. Her husband was just putting his shirt back on when she tossed the the box at him.

"I want you to fix everything," she said dropping the plans on the floor and walking away again.

He stared at her in disbelief, but began to do as he was told. They might not had been as powerful as Saiyan women, but these Earth women were just as fierce and formidable.

The kids were up, but thankfully her mother and father had taken care of them for her. She kissed them each on the forehead and headed back to her bedroom. She stepped into her walk-in closet and dug for something to wear. As she searched, a box from the top shelf had fallen on her head. Out of curiosity she opened it. A smile spread across her face as a plan to get back at Vegeta formed.

Vegeta was halfway through repairing his one hundredth drone when he noticed that it was eerily quiet. He searched the premises but there was no one to be found. Not Trunks, not Bula, Dr. Briefs, not even one of the multitude of Capsule Corp employees.

The only person he could still sense was his wife. She would definitely berate him more if he didn't finish with his task, but this was beginning to bore him. He left the broken machines and went to go take a shower in the private bath. On his way he passed by his and Bulma's bedroom. He heard what sounded like hammering, but brushed it off as his wife working on one of her pet projects. He stripped of his clothing upon entering the bathroom, then stepped into the shower. He turned the hot water on, feeling the blistering heat wash over his skin.

Through the steam he didn't notice the tiny remote control robot sneaking into the bathroom and into the shower with him. Bulma deftly and expertly maneuvered the minuscule droid to evade even Vegeta's heightened Saiyan senses. She wasn't entirely sure if her plan was going to work, and didn't have a backup plan if it didn't. Her robot climbed the wall of the shower and up to the ceiling. She had only one shot and waited for him to be done washing his hair. She dropped it down onto his scalp and navigated the jungle that was his hair until she found his neck. She hit the button on her remote to deliver the payload of enough tranquilizer to drop an elephant. As expected, Vegeta slapped his neck, crushing the insect size robot, and began to succumb to the effects. He stepped out of the shower and stumbled to the bathroom door.

"B-Bulma..." was all he managed to get out before he hit the ground.

Vegeta woke up sometime later in a dark room, bound in chains with his hindquarters in the air and some sort of device in his mouth, and his face on the floor. He attempted to break free, but his limbs felt heavier than when he trained at two-hundred times Earth's gravity. He tried to remember what had happened, but his mind was foggy. He heard the clicking of shoes on the floor, but couldn't move his head to look around.

"Well, well, look at Mr. Tough guy now," teased Bulma from somewhere off to the right of him.

He attempted to respond, but the device in his mouth prevented him from speaking. Animalistic grunts was all he could manage. The floor beneath him rose up and rotated so that now he was able to look at his wife.

She was clad from head to toe in red leather, with knee high high heeled boots, corset and skirt. If it were any other predicament, Vegeta would be hard pressed to keep his hand off of her, dressed like that.

"You know something Vegeta? I can deal with you being gone a lot training and saving the world and all, but what I can't stand is that when you're here you're such an ass." As she spoke she knelt down in front of him and stuck her finger through the hoop gag in his mouth. The effects of the tranquilizer wouldn't last long with his Saiyan physiology, so she had to be quick. She stood up and watched him try in vain to break free, drool running down his chin, his muscles bulging.

As she stared, she realized she was getting aroused. What she had planned as an act of vengeance and humiliation was turning her on. Seeing the proud prince trussed up like a pig was an exotic sight. Whenever she and Vegeta were intimate, he always assumed the dominate role, but now she was in control.

She had just planned on leaving him like after taking a few embarrassing photos, but now she found herself touching him absentmindedly. She ran her hand down his back, grabbing his firm butt. She admittedly might have dug her nails in a little too hard, as she heard him make a sound of anguish. She pushed the envelope a little further by sliding her hand down between his legs and caressing his testicles. She heard him moan, then leaned over his body and nibbled his ear.

He closed his eyes in ecstasy as she licked his earlobe, but that was soon turned to pain as she squeezed his testicles as hard as she could. He felt himself get light headed from the pain and almost passed out again.

Bulma was enjoying this little amount of power she had over him. The fire in her loins was burning hotter than ever before. Her hormones and her logical brain were fighting over the next thing she wanted to do. The hormones won.

Stepping back in front of Vegeta, she removed her skirt and panties, then unbuckled his gag.

"Woman, what the Hell do you think..."

She shut him up by grabbing him by the hair and thrusting her dripping sex into his face. As he thrashed to get free, she ground her clit on him. Even the vibration from him trying to protest this violation was exciting to her.

"Oh-oh yes! Eat my pussy you magnificent bastard!"

She began bucking like a mad woman on his face, her pleasure reaching it's paramount. With both hands and her full body weight, she thrust one last time and gushed a torrent of fluids as she climaxed.

She couldn't believe how great that had felt. Vegeta was as bestial in the bed as he was on the battlefield, but this was different. This was here letting out her own beast. She took a half step back and lifted her husbands head to meat her gaze. She saw he was confused, but the amount of her fluids on his face was more appealing to her. She licked the side of his face, plunging her tongue in his mouth as she grazed it. She moaned as he began to reciprocate the kiss. She had another idea, and was hoping things were hot enough for Vegeta to be willing.

She let go of his head, and walked back behind him. Spitting in her hand, she grabbed his throbbing 25cm cock and roughly began massaging it.

"That's too... ouch! Damn it woman!"

She slapped his testicles as hard as she could. "Shut up, you know you like it. Your 'little prince' is just begging for release."

She decided to up the ante as she began suckling his testes. When her nose brushed his puckered ass hole, a devilish thought crossed her mind. She completely stopped what she was doing.

"The drugs should be wearing off shortly, but I want you to stay put where you are. I've got a surprise for you."

Vegeta did as he was told. He didn't know what was going on, but it was interesting to him. He was the prince of all Saiyans, yet here he was being controlled by a mere Earth woman, and it was exciting. Her writhing in pleasure beneath him was one thing, but this was new. Her passions were higher than ever before.

He licked his lips, her taste still lingering. He almost climaxed himself tasting and reminiscing. He heard her coming back, and put on his game face. He couldn't let her know he was enjoying this. It might lessen the fun, or dampen her passions.

She had her hands behind her back when she finally stepped back into view.

"Free me this instant you wretched woman! I demand to be released from these bonds at once!"

"Blah, blah, blah. You're a pompous windbag you know that, right? Now shut that pretty mouth of yours, or I won't be nice about this."

She walked back behind him and slipped on the hastily crafted harness. Before she completely pulled it up, she slid in her favorite twenty-four inch dildo. She had only used it whenever Vegeta was away for a length of time, never in his presence, now she was going to use it on him.

She crouched down and began to suck on his sac again, but this time she began to slowly move up. She spread is muscular butt cheeks apart and flicked her tongue on his puckered star. She felt him jump, then flicked his balls with her finger, a reminder of who was in control. She began to work her tongue into his rectum, him tensing at the strange invasion. After getting a good bit in, she started in heavy, ravaging his ass with her tongue. She coupled this action with a gentle handjob this time around. His body betrayed him as he let out a moan of delight.

She felt his cock swell in her hand, signaling his impending orgasm, so again she stopped. His breathing was ragged and she could hear the frustration in his breath. Standing back up, she adjusted the straps on her harness to assure there would be no slipping. She readjusted biting her lip as she put more of one end deeper into her. She debated on which way to do this, but he did behave himself, so she opted to be nice about it... To a point.

"Take a deep breath for me, and relax," she whispered as she leaned over him.

He did as he was told. It took him a moment to relax, the chains keeping some muscles tight.

There was no warning, she just thrust deep into him. He let out a bellow of pain and tried to get away, but she reached down and squeezed his testicles again. When the remaining ten inches were fully embedded in him, she didn't hold back. Digging her nails into his buttocks, she thrust into him with reckless abandon. At some point she noticed his wincing and groans became moans.

She slapped his ass hard. "Who's your Queen? Huh? Who's your Queen bitch-boy?!"

"You are!"

Vegeta didn't know what to think, what to feel. His rectum was on fire, yet he wanted this pain to prolong. He wanted to keep feeling her body thrash against his, to feel the moisture from her loins against his buttocks. This was strange to him. This pain was more satisfying than the toughest battle. It was more gratifying than pushing himself beyond his limits. Dare he say, it was even more rewarding than the prospect of "one upping" Kakarot.

"I'm going to cum!" She thrust even harder and faster into him, and she noticed that he was even thrusting back to match her. He was enjoying this!

That was enough to send her over the edge. She buried the false phallus deep in him as she reached orgasm. He let out a mighty roar as he shot wad after wad of cum on the platform.

She quickly unchained him, letting the chains fall to the floor. She grabbed him by the hair once more, this time standing him up and leading him to his ejaculate mess.

"Lick it up bitch! Lick up every last drop!"

Once again, the fallen prince did as he was told, and he was rewarded with a deep passionate kiss. As they kissed, Bulma removed her makeshift strapon with one hand then pumped her husband's flaccid member until it was hard with the other. Now it was her turn to bend over the platform. He took the queue and slid into her velvety warmth. Reaching around to fondle her breasts, he pumped slowly and deep. It didn't take her long to cum again, but this time she reached back and pushed him off before he could get his. Gathering up the evidence, she smiled teasingly at him.

"Give me a twenty second head start... Then come find me" She turned around wiggling her ass seductively at him, then took off running.

Vegeta smiled to himself. He didn't know what was in store, but he knew the punishment would be worth it.