Day 3 Prompt 3 - Just this once


She was slightly tipsy when she barged into his room a week later. The wine was supposed to help her relax and take the edge of the rough few days she's had, but instead, it made her furious. In hindsight, Bulma admits that maybe two large glasses of wine on an empty stomach had probably been a very bad idea. But being the smartest woman on the planet unfortunately did not mean that sometimes she didn't make questionable choices in her private life. The wine had loosened the tension and slightly lowered her overall inhibitions, it had also gotten her furious about Vegeta's rough dismissal of her the week prior. It wasn't her fault that he was such a great kisser that the thought of him being a virgin had seemed absurd to her. She wasn't drunk by a long shot, her inhibitions had lowered just enough to allow her to forget the fear of rejection she might experience should Vegeta truly turn her away.

It was late, that became evident when she found him just having exited the bathroom, a towel still wrapped around his hips and his hair still somewhat heavy with excess moisture. Vegeta's face immediately twisted into an angry snarl when he saw just who had dared to invade his room at this unreasonable hour. And some of her courage left Bulma in the face of the realization that she did not really have a plan on what to do, or even what to say to him.

"I don't know what you think you are doing here, just get out!" his voice was an angry growl, suddenly making Bulma wonder just what he sounded like in his native tongue. His back was to her now, muscles rippling under skin the color of light caramel while he furiously dried his hair, small droplets of excess water escaping down his neck, over the broad planes of his shoulder, following down the curve of his spine and traveling past countless scars. Not a gram of fat on this body that reminded her more of the statues of ancient Greek gods than of an actual mortal. The build of his body so much more powerful than that of any human male she had ever seen before, and that's when Bulma realized she did not need a plan for this man. Unlike many human males, the man before her simply required honesty, no elaborately set up plans to feed their ego and swoon over them, just honesty because Vegeta was simple like that. Simple in a good way.

"I came to apologize", she was proud of how steady her voice sounded, and when he seized the drying of his hair she continued with new confidence, "I assumed things about you because of the kiss we shared, I should not have done that". At that he finally turned around to regard her with suspicion in his dark eyes, it was the first time Bulma had apologized to him, sincerely apologized that is, something she did not do often and she was surprised how easy it came in his presence. When he did not respond further to her words Bulma concluded he was waiting for additional information, taking a deep breath she continued,

"To be honest, looking back, it made me feel really special. It's been a while since..somebody.. has been enthusiastic about my boobs", with a flirtatious wink she added "which is a real shame, because they are great!".

Upon hearing her words Vegeta chuckled, a low sound that lightened the tense atmosphere that had been hanging between them and she summoned her courage and approached him. Small, delicate fingers carefully traced his collarbone, her eyes switching between his own and her wandering hand, which slowly trailed lower to follow the definition of his pectoral before grazing his nipple in a playful and exploratory manner. Now that she knew, there was less urgency in her actions, she wanted this to be special. As special as being the first woman that Vegeta had ever let close. Her lips found the corner of his mouth on their own accord, and while her hand trailed back up to his strong shoulder she found and held his dark gaze.

"Let me return the favor. I want to make you feel special too"

The request was spoken against his lips in a soft and earnest whisper and her heart was beating in her chest like a war drum when he carefully pressed his own lips to hers. The kiss was soft and chaste before he withdrew again. His large hand having come up and encircled the wrist of her exploring hand. The touch feather soft as if he had just now realized how slight she was in comparison to him. Dark eyes searching her own blue pools for the meaning behind her words and Bulma gave him her most reassuring smile before carefully freeing her wrist from his hold.

Gingerly aligning their hands she marveled at the difference in size, his palm much larger than her own, his fingers longer and thicker, his overall hand warmer; "You'll always be stronger, the one in charge".

They both quietly observed the obvious differences before Bulma interlaced their fingers, softly tugging on his hand to lead him to the foot of the bed prior to leaning in and kissing him again softly. "But if you let me, I want to make you feel special"

With that, she carefully pushed him down into a sitting position on the foot of the bed. Vegeta's body tensed immediately, muscles flexing under his skin, and Bulma slowly sunk to her knees in front of him to cancel out the height advantage she suddenly had over him, assuming that he likely perceived it to be threatening. The aggressive tension in his gaze from their two previous encounters had evaporated, it seemed as if suddenly there was no longer a need for Vegeta to keep the wall of false confidence around him. The small show of vulnerability and uncertainty enough to make Bulma's heart swell with a strange sense of pride to have earned this tiny amount of leeway. The towel was still wrapped around his hips and his chest was rising and falling a little more rapidly than usual, his dark gaze staying pinned on her the entire time. He was curious and intrigued, but also distrustful of this new situation in which he clearly was the inexperienced one. She knew the truth and he could not play over it with false confidence and arrogance to mask a potential shortcoming. Bulma knew that she needed to give him some degree of control otherwise he would likely shut her out again. It was a small wonder he had let her get this far. His hands had fisted in the sheets and it took gentle coaxing on her part to untangle one of them, softly kissing his palm while maintaining eye contact before brushing it past her cheek and temple into her soft hair. She hoped that the signal she was trying to send was clear to him; "You are in control".

Placing her palms on his knees she slowly stroked upward, marveling at how powerful his thighs were and how hairless his skin seemed to be, before continuing over the soft cotton of the towel. The fingers in her hair twitched and tightened incrementally as she got closer to the slowly building bulge underneath the soft fabric, and after carefully brushing her right-hand thumb over it she retreated her hands back down to his knees to give him time to adjust. His breathing was almost labored now and there was a conflicted expression in his dark eyes, which darted from her face to her hands and back again multiple times before loosening his grip on her head again. Repeating the same process a few more times with soft touches and gentle caresses she finally slipped her hands underneath the towel and ventured upward, his cock twitching in response to her exploratory touch and Vegeta's reaction was instantaneous. The hand in her hair tightened to an almost painful level, drawing her back, and him effectively further out of her reach.

Her head tilted back and her bottom lip fell open in a breathless gasp as he increased the distance between them. It seemed to be one thing to shamelessly grind one's cock into her crotch but another to have it actually touched. Especially now that the truth hung between them both and Vegeta could not hide behind a wall of false confidence and arrogance. She realized once again how badly Vegeta needed control to be himself, always assuming the worst of everyone, unable to enjoy himself and truly let go - giving him control meant valuing him. Acknowledging that he was his own free man, not a slave, and therefore free to do as he pleased.

"Please, just this once"

Her voice a breathless whisper even to her own ears, his strong brows furrowing in response to her request as if he'd rather return to grinding against her under the false protective cover of his sweatpants. From her peripheral she observed his free hand twitching in the covers again, his eyes now closed while breathing deeply through his nose. Vegeta did not loosen his grip, but slowly drew her closer again. One of her hands came up to reassuringly caress his free one, once again observing the difference in size before using her other hand to tenderly cup his manhood. A small sense of pride swelling in her chest at the realization that he had grown fully hard despite the turmoil of conflicting emotions undoubtedly taking place inside of him. Carefully peeling back the warm towel she finally got to lay eyes on her prize for the night. He laid thick and straining against his tight and rigid abdomen, and Bulma relished in the way his breath hitched as she carefully wrapped her small fingers around his shaft, and brought her other hand over to caress the inside of his thigh.

His member was as perfectly defined as every other muscle on his body. It was thick and just the right length, with a consistent girth from base to tip, his skin soft and hairless like silk. His hairlessness likely a good thing given the coarse texture of his dark mane. The color of his skin the same delicious light caramel, and she bit her lips in anticipation, suddenly really hoping that he would enjoy what she had in store for him - she surely would.

Keeping her eyes on his face Bulma deliberately leaned forward, giving the underside of his cock one elongated wet lick from base to tip relishing in the way his muscles first tensed and then relaxed again. His dark gaze had found her again, pinning her to the spot between his strong spread legs. The hand in her hair loosened slightly, and encouraged she tentatively gave his head another generous lick, her tongue briefly playing with the small slit on the very top of his manhood. Vegeta groaned low in his throat and when Bulma raised her eyes again she found that his lids had lowered ever so slightly, gaze nonetheless still piercing hers, his eyebrows drawn together tightly in a mixture of pleasure and vigilance, forcing herself to maintain eye contact she repeated the gesture and watched with fascination as the tension in his brows ceased, giving way to pleasure.

Tenderly she engulfed his entire head with her lips, sucking lightly while swirling her tongue around him, tasting the first salty drops of precum and reminding herself that this was likely his first blowjob and a small part inside of her immediately rallied to make it his best, so if anyone were to ever come after her they wouldn't even compare. Withdrawing her mouth she let her hand take over, making eye contact once again and noticed the light blush to his cheeks. His hand in her hair had also untightened again, now almost caressing instead of restricting her movements. The unforeseen realization that she had this powerful completely at her mercy, his walls having lowered enough to allow her this private act, made a rapid rush of heat and moisture pool between her own thighs, and she couldn't help but imagine what it would feel like to have his cock thrusting up inside of her.

She inched closer, placing her small hands on his powerful thighs and angled herself up right to take him as deep as she dared, willing her throat to relax and her tongue to gently palpate the underside of his twitching cock. She felt rather than saw him lean back on the bed, the mattress shifting as his powerful frame came to rest on it. Vegeta groaning deeply while twisting his free hand once again in the bed sheets. His thumb now grazing her temple, fingers still tangled in her blue tresses, while trying his hardest not to buck off the bed and deeper into the moist heat of her mouth as Bulma alternated in working him deeply and then shallow, occasionally sucking on his tip with vigor making him moan helplessly.

He lasted longer than she initially had assumed. His pride and iron discipline likely holding him back, but then the fingers of his hand tightened in her hair in an almost reflexive manner, the muscles in his thighs shuddered, and he came into her mouth and down her throat with what she could only describe as breathless pant caught between a growl and a moan. His essence coated her throat, being much more than she had been prepared for it had overflowed to her hand which kept working the base of his shaft, gently rubbing against his balls - which were twitching and contracting against her palm in the aftershocks of his orgasm.

Giving Vegeta a moment to recover, Bulma wiped her hands on the towel still located underneath him before giving his muscled and firm flank a tentative squeeze and coming to stand on her feet, slightly leaning over him. His face was flush, his brows relaxed, he was gorgeous and Bulma couldn't help the smile that spread over her own face.

"If "just this once" happens to not be enough, come and find me, big guy."

The sound escaping him sounded like an exhausted chuckle, maybe a grunt, and she threw a flirtatious wink over her shoulder before leaving his bedroom. He would be back for more, of that she was sure.


to be continued...

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