AN: guys I'm back! With another chapter. I was going to make this it's own one shot but it is a continuation of the previous chapter, so yeah. They always seem to be a hit lol. So here goes :) Also, just a side note, I don't really care for Super in any of my fics. I will continue on as if it happened in DBZ. So no Super will be involved in my writings
So someone showed me a typo so here I am to fix this :)
Just a few more strokes. Yes, right there. Riiiight there. That hits the spot. Just once more to perfect it. Aaaand done! Little white droplets cascaded down onto the blue haired vixens face and she smiled, stepping down from the ladder.
Bulma looked around the room at her own masterpiece. Bulla's room was coming together perfectly. She frowned for a second, remembering how this room became her unborn girls room. Her mind flashed back to when her and Vegeta had just finished having sex when her son had walked into the room...
Yeah, it was pretty embarrassing and to make it up to poor Trunks, they promised him that he could move into a bigger and better room, while also getting to pick out any and all furnishings he wanted. And Trunks had made sure to pick the room furthest from his mom and dad's and especially away from any front or back doors, in case they decided to have sex in a random room again.
Anyways, about a month later after that, Bulma ended up taking a pregnancy test and it turned up positive. 17 weeks later, they found out the gender of the baby and here she was, a week later, putting together a room for her little girl. The walls were a pastel pink with black markings all around the room. It was perfect. All done by Bulma herself.
A pair of arms wrapped around her and she gave a squeak of surprise. Soft warm breaths caressed her skin. And she shivered. She was slowly turned around to face her husband, who let his hands trail down to her baby bump.
He never knew why it always fascinated him to touch her stomach. Maybe it was the kicks that their little girl delt her. Soft taps against the skin. It made him feel weird. Like, it made his heart always skip a few beats. And he was never like this when his woman was pregnant with his son. He didn't care about his son at the time. All he cared about was kicking Kakarot's ass.
Which made him always think that he was becoming too soft. But he seemed to care less and less about that as time went by. He did love his woman and his son, and yes, he even loved this child that wasn't even born yet. He actually cared about this planet Earth and the thought of that didn't really phase him any more.
He looked into her sky blue eyes and felt his heart skip a beat for her. Next thing he knew, he was kissing her softly. Cradling the back of her head, he let his fingers pull through the long blue strands as he deepened the kiss.
Bulma's heart thudded against her ribcage as her husband's lips turned greedy against hers, as his hands clenched into soft fists, putting pressure on her scalp. Him pulling her hair wasn't uncomfortable. It made her grow wet and she pushed back, letting her hands roam his body.
Vegeta let some of his Saiyan instincts take over and the next thing they knew, he had her pinned against the wall. Letting one of his hands unclench and run down her face, neck and body, he slipped them into her black leggings, feeling her wetness on his fingers. He let his fingers slip in and out of her, his mouth covering up her whimpers as he took what was his.
Her womanhood closed around his fingers as he continued on, her whimpers getting louder. She loved the feeling of his fingers being in her. They were warm and hitting the right spot. "Oh Vegeta," she whispered against him warm lips, feeling the pressure build up in her core.
Her voice made him snap. He knew he couldn't be too rough so he let himself go with that in mind. He ripped her shirt off in Vegeta fashion, right along with her leggings. Next, his clothes came off and he was soon gripping her firm, growing ass in his hands and lifted her up. Her legs wound against his body and his member slipped into her. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head. It felt like heaven.
"You like that, woman, don't you?" Vegeta growled, slapping her ass lightly. He earned a Yelp from his mate, which he took as a yes. He plunged deeper into her and her walls closed around him, making his dick feel good. He felt her inch closer and closer to her finish as he pumped in and out of her at the speed of light (with her being pregnant in mind, mind you) the sound of their lovemaking bringing her over.
"I'm cumming im cumming!" She breathed out in one rugged breath as her walls clenched and unclenched around him. It felt heavenly. And he wasn't done yet. It made his member rock hard and she knew he wasn't done. He swiftly turned her over so that her front faced the wall and he too and arm and wrapped it above her baby bump and pulled her lower back towards him. Her arms and breasts pressed against the wall as he readied her again.
He kissed her neck, nipping and licking it lightly, making her breath hard again, turning her on before pushing his dick back into her pussy again. This time, he wanted to pleasure her a little before finishing himself, so he slowly slide his dick in, hitting her sweet spot before slowly sliding back out, her whimpers coming back.
Bulma tried clenching her hands into fists but there wasn't anything to hold on to so she layed her hands flat on the wall, pushing herself back onto her husband's hard dick.
"Ah ah ah," he whispered gruffly, holding her hips still as he continued his slow pace, "I'm in charge." He felt her shiver at his command and him holding her in that position, not letting her get off any faster, made her more wet and made her moan loudly.
"More, please, Vegeta!" She cried out, his slow speeds driving her crazy. But he didn't go any faster, as he enjoyed her begging. Instead, he slowed down his pace and entered two fingers into her pussy along with his hard member. She froze at that for a moment before exclaiming for him to fucking move faster.
He chuckled and decided that he would listen to her this time. He went a little faster than his first pace, letting his forefinger and thumb play with her clit as he moved in and out of her, earning moans and little yells of pleasure out of his woman.
When he felt as if she was on the verge of her release, he stopped moving. He wanted to finish with her this time again. She gave a cry of displeasure at him stopping, her release coming to a halt.
"What are you doing? Go Vegeta!" She yelled out. She only got a slap on the ass as a response. The next thing she knew, they were on the ground, her on all fours and him entering her from the back. He delved in and out of her, earning a lot of "oh fucks" and "yes, that's the spot!" Which made him feel really good. As he pummled in and out of her with fever, he felt both of their releases coming.
He held her waist softly as he pounded in and out of her, his skin slapping against hers in a sweet sound that he always loved. She came right before he did, her walls closing around him and his semen jetted into her, filling her up.
They both panted as they came down from their high, the both of them sweaty from their lovemaking. They both were satisfied and took awhile before they both got the strength to get up and get dressed. Vegeta let his woman wear his shirt, as he had ripped hers before they started making love. He put on his pants.
Vegeta bent to pick up her shredded clothes when he heard a gasp from the blue haired woman. He swing around to see what all the fuss was about when his mouth fell down to the floor too. The walls that Bulma had just painted had her ass, breasts and hand imprints all over it. He could see paint in her hair.
Oh shit.
They had to fix this before anyone got home.
