A/N: Missed last week due to requests. Now here is DAY 5!
Day 5. Vegeta's Room:
"Ugh-huuuah!" Vegeta yawned. The Prince of all Saiyans had, had a wonderful night's sleep. It was as if all of the sexual tension he had been experiencing throughout the week had been washed away!
"Kami, yes!" He stretched his muscular arms, feeling as relaxed as ever. "It's like it's day 1 all over again! Bulma, my little tease, I think you've lost this one!" Pulling on a pair of shorts and a tank top, the man felt like taking it easy today. His battle suits had been working against him anyhow, the friction only aiding his bluennette foe so he thought it was a better idea to wear something that didn't rub him in just the right way.
Now fully dressed, the man gave himself one more confident grin in the bathroom mirror before going down stairs.
"Grrr…." His stomach starting to rumble, Vegeta hoped there'd be food waiting for him when he got down stairs.
If today was to go anything like yesterday did; victory was assured.
Bulma's Room:
"You have got to be kidding me!" The girl almost screamed. Bulma was trying to put on her next sexy attempt at breaking her man, but at the moment the old outfit was fighting her tooth and nail.
"Seriously! I haven't gained that much weight; have I?" Pulling with all her might, Bulma was finally able to slide the black costume up her ample thighs, the material clinging tightly to her rather round butt and outlining her soft mound in a way that would make a porn star blush.
"There!" She had finally done it! Walking over to her full length mirror, Bulma checked herself out.
"And to think I almost threw this thing out years ago!" She modeled the old costume for herself.
She really was impressed with herself. Who would have thought to drag this old thing out of the closet? "A winner; that's who!" Bulma cheered for herself, giving the victory sign before realizing she was jiggling a little more than usual.
"Shit! I better put these away!" She giggled. "Not much of a tease if I just walk out there topless!" Hiking up the suit as best she could, Bulma managed to cover the tips of her large boobies in the black material.
"Well I guess if there is a reason for it not fitting right; I'm glad it's this one." She blushed as she looked herself over. It looked like her double Ds were going to burst from the outfit at any moment. There was certainly much more room to operate when she was a perky teenager, never mind a bouncy woman.
Hopefully no one shows up today… She thought. Then again though, with that picture of Chichi she had sent the boy; she was sure everyone was VERY busy with it.
A victorious look crossing her cheeks, she thought about what it would be like to know the old perv probably had a pic of her boobs. "Glad I'm not Chichi!" She chuckled.
Giving herself one final check in the mirror, she walked over to her personal mini fridge.
Leaning down, she reached in when her boobies suddenly tumbled out of her costume, the round orbs bouncing gleefully into the open air. "Oh!" She gasped, the cool air hitting her nipples and causing them to react instantly. "Now there's an idea…" She grinned.
Stuffing her girls back into the costume, Bulma grabbed what she needed from her mini fridge, the orange object soon being crammed between her overexcited melons.
"Vegeta…" She said, donning her headpiece. "I hope you're ready to eat your vegetables!"
Down Stairs:
"Huh?" The Prince gasped, finally making his way down the staircase. He may have been confident about the woman today, but the stair case still concerned him.
"Cursed objects!" He gave the stairs one final, weary look as he left them. He knew just how deadly they were. One wrong thought and a man could be sent tumbling to his death! Certainly not a fate worthy of a Prince!
Crossing into the living room, Vegeta barely spared a thought of the woman's humiliation that day. What had happened to her in the kitchen was far more…delectable. He could remember it perfectly. Her panting, aching form pressed against his lips, her greatest weapon becoming her greatest weakness as he gently teased it, massaging it with his voice and breath until she could not take any more. The man ran his tongue around his lips, remembering her taste. As much as he craved it, he knew he had but two more days after today until she would be his.
Walking into the kitchen, he let his plans for the bluennette's evil body be known. "When I get my hands on you I am going to fuck you until you can't even bear the feeling of underwear…" He grinned, sensing something; he looked to the right, a blushing blonde woman staring right at him.
"…." Her normally closed eyes seemed to say a thousand words all at once, even as silence reigned in the room.
"…."Vegeta just stared right back at her, wondering why on Earth the stupid fool was giving him such a look. Then it hit him. Realizing that his mouth was open and not closed as he had thought, Vegeta knew he had said the words he was thinking. His plans for the complete and utter defilement of the bluennette told to her mother.
"Uhhhhh…" His cheeks blushing bright red, the man barely noticed that he was sporting quite the tent in his shorts, but Panchy noticed…oh did she notice!
"Ah!" She jumped, her body just as nimble as it always was, she quickly shot for the food on the counter, hoping to distract herself from the attractive male.
"Here! Go ahead and sit down, Vegeta!" She spoke as she ran. "Bulma made this a few minutes ago so it's all ready for you!"
It was amazing watching her move. Still standing exactly where he had been, Vegeta just watched as the blonde ran like lightning, her thin body going from one side of the kitchen to the other, the table soon being set for his majesty to feast.
"Huh-Uh-Huh!" She panted; her body beginning to form a thin layer of sweat, she watched as the man sit down to enjoy his food.
Looking to the side at the panting woman, he couldn't help grinning at the way her large breasts sat in her yellow tube top, the jiggly flesh wobbling with her every breath. Like mother; like daughter. He grinned. Although as far as he could tell, the daughter had more than surpassed mom ages ago...
Bulma had prepared quite the feast for the refreshed saiyan. Laid out across the table were heaping helping of macaroni and cheese, bacon, eggs, toast, and best of all, a nice 30oz steak.
As literally perplexed by it all as he was, Vegeta was trying his best not to question a good thing. It's not like the woman is here to interrupt anyway! He thought as he settled in for a delicious meal.
Panchy just stood there like a mannequin, watching the man eat. All she could think about were the event of the previous day. In her efforts to make her kitchen clean, she had unwittingly given the final stroke to the most deprived manhood on the planet.
It was…everywhere… She recalled with a blush. She had been so turned on by the whole affair she had been left a jabbering mess! It certainly wasn't like Dr. Briefs was coating her like that…well not these days anyway…
Her eyes still on him, she could only watch as he shoveled down the food, clearing the table until he eventually got to his steak. It was painful to watch, before her very eyes he opened up a jar of horseradish, the white condiment spraying out of the jar as he wrenched it open.
"Gah! Stupid horse-shit!" The man yelled, his face being splattered with the white substance.
"Oooohhh…" Panchy moaned quietly, her body heating up to the show before her; she could not take her eyes away as his tongue gently cleaned off the substance from his face.
Her cheeks tinting dark red, she felt like her body was on fire! Her D cups were beginning to sweat in their tube top, her core was heating up, she had to do something! Moving as fast as she could, she shot out of the room, leaving Vegeta with a napkin in his hand and a shocked expression on his face. "What the hell is up with her?" He asked himself. Not really caring, he got back to his food.
"Not my woman; not my problem." He said to himself. Bulma was far more woman than he could handle as it was, never mind what had to be the source of her rather impressive…genes.
Settling in for probably the calmest meal he'd had all week, Vegeta savored every bite of his manly breakfast, not a green object in sight just the way he liked it!
"Ahhh… That hits the spot!" He got up from the table, gently rubbing his stomach he walked into the living room. Finding a nice recliner to relax in, he lied back, enjoying what would surely be another win for man and a loss for woman.
That was until he heard her voice. "Vegeta! Are you in there? Did you enjoy your breakfast?" How he had come to hate that voice.
Her voice used to mean she was near, that her body was close, all he needed to do was show her a little affection and she would easily open her legs for him to have his fun. Now though…now he feared her voice, because it meant teasing without mercy and without respite until he finally broke. It didn't mean guaranteed sex anymore; now it signaled another possibility of defeat. He braced himself for what was to come.
"Yeah! It was fine!" He called back to her, her body obviously somewhere nearby. What is she up to?
"That's great!" She sounded as bubbly as ever…that meant bad things for her prey.
What is it going to be today? Vegeta tried his best to predict the woman's plan of attack. Leotard? No. Cooking apron! No. Hmmm…fishnets? All the various images of Bulma dressed so scantily made him want to explode, his cock now painfully tight in his rather loose shorts.
"Yeah! I'm glad you enjoyed it honey!" She smirked as she stepped out around the corner, entering the living room and causing the man's eyes to pop wide open.
"There's just one thing I forgot…" Her smile missed his gaze, his eyes elsewhere on her form. "I forgot to feed you your vegetables…" Pointing down her body, she brought attention to the rather long carrot shoved between her milky boobies, the ripe flesh turning pink from the pressure of her costume.
"Woman…" He stuttered. "What are you wear-"
"Oh, this?" She pointed at her outfit. "It's just an old get up I wore for a little while as a teenager." She modeled her outfit before him. "Do you like it? I…stuffed myself into it just for you…"
She indeed was wearing a blast from the past. Long forgotten in her wardrobe, her bunny suit from her days traveling with Goku and Oolong was now wrapped tightly around the buxom babe, her womanly curves pressing against every seam.
His eyes running over her body, he wondered how on Earth she had been able to fit into it in the first place! Fuck…me… The suit barely covered anything! Mainly her bottom half and midriff, the top just covering the ends of her rather impressive bosom, leaving the entirety of her legs out in the open, their long forms begging him to climb them and pick her feminine fruit at the apex of their trunks.
"And can you believe it still fits?!" Her words rang out like another slap of sweet irony, because it did, but really, as far as the man was concerned. It fit…but…"they" didn't. His eyes still glued to her pinkening boobies, he both wished for and dreaded their eventual release from their confinement.
"Don't I look like a cute little bunny?" She turned around now, her shapely bum wiggling at the shaking man, an adorable little cotton ball sitting right above the cleft of her succulent cheeks, teasing him, daring him slap the pale skin until it glowed. Turning back around, she advanced on him, the suit clinging to the apex of her thighs, the lips of her womanhood being perfectly outlined for his wanting eyes. What I would give to slap that ass of hers… He felt like his body was on fire already!
"Vegeta…? Your little bunny is talking to you…" She spoke to him now, gently leaning over in front of him, his eyes now almost submerged in her creamy cleavage, her large globes bouncing around before him, leaning on the edge of escape.
"Yes…?" He replied, not at all interested in her devilish words. He had read far too much Playdragon as of late, now with the scantily clad woman before him, he wondered if it were his dreams or his nightmares that were becoming reality.
"I said…" She gently pulled the carrot out from between her boobies, the soft flesh jiggling at the sudden movement. "Are you ready for your vegetables?"
The man deftly followed the carrot as it made its way upward, slowly tracing over her magnificent globes, it slid up her neck, gently grazing her chin before settling on her lips. "I know I am…"
"Wah…" His fears were becoming reality as Bulma took the orange rod into her mouth, her lips closing around it; she showed him exactly how to enjoy his produce.
Let's see how you handle a little oral teasing of your own? Confidence streaming across her face, Bulma sucked on the carrot. Before the man's eyes she suckled it between her lips, carefully running her teeth along the bottom and peeling off small morsels of food to fuel her fire, but how she wished it was something else she was milking instead.
Damnit… Was all Vegeta could think. His mind was absolutely reeling! Here he had thought he'd have a nice calm, peaceful day after a delicious meal, and now this!
"Oomph!" She pulled the carrot out of her mouth, a trail of saliva still connecting her ruby red lips with the soaked tip. "What is it, Vegeta?" She smirked. "Are you still…hungry?"
Letting the phallic shaped vegetable slide back into her mouth, she bobbed her head on the long rod, giving her best impression of what the man wished to see so badly in his lap.
"Gah! Woman! Why are you so…lewd?" Leaning back in the recliner, Vegeta's fingers sank into the arm rests, his fingers gripping the material and distorting it greatly.
Her huge breasts jiggling with her every movement, the man could barely tell where he should be looking; at the magnificent display of feminine curves or the erotic performance she was giving with that dirty mouth of hers.
Bulma seemed to be picking up the pace now, her bunny ears flopping with each thrust of the carrot, she deep throated the lucky vegetable before pulling it back out again to nibble on the head, her tongue gently caressing the tip before drawing the entire thing back into her mouth, the whole time eliciting excited moan after moan. Please! Vegeta! Hurry up and take me! I need to feel you deep inside me! At this point Bulma was on the verge of fucking herself with the lucky carrot if Vegeta didn't hurry up and give her what she wanted…what they both wanted.
Feeling his cock tearing at his shorts, Vegeta looked down; what a mistake that was! "Oh, Fuck!" He wasn't the only one enjoying her performance. He could tell from the steady stream of juices flowing down her thigh that she wished she was sucking the very same thing he was.
"Ooaaahhhhmmhmmmmm…" She moaned, popping the carrot out of her mouth, Bulma kissed the liquid off of it before licking her lips. "I do love carrots, Vegeta…" Her words hit his aching cock like a hot iron. "I just wish it was bigger…do you know of anything bigger that I can…" She enunciated the next word in a way that made him want to snap. "Suck…"
Must…hold…on… Where had it all gone wrong? Not five minutes ago the man was as confident in his victory in this day as ever! But, now, once more the cursed woman had done it; she had left him teetering on the edge of annihilation before her sultry form…and all of it with a carrot.
"Woman…" He growled, his voice low, he wanted her to go away, to leave him now while he could still control himself, but she was either too smart or too stupid for her own good.
"What's that, honey?" She leaned in, the carrot being slowly wedged back between her heavy boobies; she let it stick out towards him, the tip dripping her saliva onto her ripe melons. "I didn't catch that…I was too busy…enjoying my salad…"
The girl really was something else, he'd give her that. Normally women as busty as her were joked about as being dumb or at least having some of the nutrients meant for their brain going to the large sacks on their chests, but Bulma was different. She somehow had overfilled both her brain and boobs until each were utter perfection.
The question was though; would her physical and mental perfection be her eventual downfall?
Vegeta reclined back more and more, desperately trying to escape the woman before him, but the more he leaned back; the more she leaned forward.
"Come on, Vegeta…" She grinned at him. "Cum on…" She said the next word softly before returning to her normal volume "tell…" "Me…" She finished. That's it…you're all mine… Her arms pressing her quivering globes together like a pair of overinflated water balloons, she leaned closer and closer towards him, the hopefully male carrot being squished between her wonderful jugs until… 'RIIIIIIPP!'
The eyes of both man and woman popped open at the sound. "AHHHH!" Bulma's girlish squeal erupted across the room. She had intended for her precious treasures to make an appearance, but not like this…not this much!
As she leaned in, the overstretched and overfilled bunny suit came apart. Vegeta would have seen what happened next if he wasn't immediately blinded by the fallout. Bulma's costume ripping apart at the seams, her lush body was exposed before the Prince, her soft stomach and womanly parts being shone the light, the bluennette was barely able to catch the costume between her thighs in the nick of time, sparing her the indignity of exposing her pussy in the living room.
Vegeta for his part though, was having a much more…intimate view of what happened after her wardrobe malfunction. The suit tearing apart around her, Bulma's huge double D boobies bounced out of the suit, the carrot falling to the wayside, her creamy orbs spilled out onto her man, his face being sandwiched between her big, white, marshmallows.
"MHHHMMMPPPHHHH!" Vegeta's roars of protest were stifled by her womanly pillows, his head firmly wedged between them; all he could do was thrash his head about, unwittingly getting the best motorboat in human…and saiyan history.
"OOOOHHH!" Bulma gasped, her thighs barely covering her sex, she braced herself against the recliner; her hands on either side of the man's torso, she let her boobies sit on his face, his every angle and curve being nestled in soft boobflesh.
Normally such a situation, trapped beneath such delicate, womanly assets would have been a dream come true for most men and would lead to a night of pelvis shattering sex, but for Vegeta, he still had an additional two days beyond this one before he could even think about permanently desecrating his woman in the most carnal way possible. He had to get out of here, and thank fully for him, Bulma had another visitor…
"OH…MY…KAMI…" Chichi held her hands over her mouth, a pink blush highlighting her cheeks as she started giggling uncontrollably.
"AH! CHICHI! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?" Bulma just about freaked; jumping off of her man, she crossed her arms tightly over her boobies, pale flesh sticking out above and below her thin arms.
"I'm sorry…heheheheheh! Am I interrupting something?" Chichi giggled at Bulma's embarrassment. The bluennette's face turning bright red at her humiliation.
Why the fuck is she here?- Bulma wondered, her eyes being drawn to a blushing blonde behind her friend, she knew exactly who the culprit was! "Mom!" She shouted at the older blonde woman. "Why the hell do you keep inviting people in? You know I'm busy!"
"Oh, we can all see that…" Chichi ran her eyes rather smugly over the bluennette's nude form. It was always nice reaffirming she was the true lady among their group and not the popular bluennette. Bulma always was a little loose around men, but this…WOW! She thought before continuing to giggle loudly, the sight of the genius so lewdly exposing herself hit her right on her funny bone!
"I'm sorry, hun." Panchy slowly backed away. "I'll just leave you two alone." With that she was gone, leaving Chichi alone with Bulma.
"So now that they're gone, maybe you can put some clothes on? I would like to talk to you about something and it would be easier if you didn't turn and knock me out with those things." Chichi tapped her foot on the ground now. As entertaining as it was seeing Bulma exposed as the busty slut she was, she was more inclined to plan the event she had in mind with her friend…however lewd she was.
"Huh? They're?" Bulma looked below her for her man, but he was gone. Shit! He got away! And I was so close too! Bulma knew she had, had him on the ropes and her unexpected disrobing would have sealed the deal, if not for her stupid mother…
"Yes. Vegeta left and so did your mother." Chichi tapped her foot some more. "Now can you please put something on already? Maybe a napkin if that's what you prefer? Just something!" The woman was growing tired of seeing the bluennette's feminine assets now, even though she had felt superior before, now she was just feeling completely inadequate next to her.
Oh, no you did not just say I like wearing napkins! Bulma screamed in her head. Letting her arms leave her chest, her huge boobies bounced out into the open again, their pink tips staring down the opposing female. "Why do I need to cover up? We're both women, right?" Bulma smirked at her, her body fully on display for the martial artist.
You want to make fun of me…well two can play at that game! Bulma smirked.
Her eyebrow twitching, Chichi turned away in defeat. "Fine…you win…just…just put some clothes on already!"
Smiling, Bulma agreed. It wasn't the victory over a male that she sought, but a victory over a condescending female was always a plus.
Several minutes later the two women were settled in on the patio inside the main dome. A cup of tea in hand, they began to talk over what Chichi had originally come for. "So, what's up?" Bulma took a sip, her now mostly hidden breasts jiggling in her tube top as she picked up the cup.
Chichi winced once more at the bluennette's rather scandalous show of cleavage, but continued on.
"Well." She took a sip herself, her purple dress doing the exact opposite for her as Bulma's top did. "I was thinking we should have a barbeque…"
Vegeta's Room Midnight:
Drying off after what seemed like his fifth cold shower since retiring to his room, Vegeta dried off his face, the soft towel drawing him back to what had happened in the recliner. "Soooo soft…" He murmured against the fabric. It smelt of her, the same detergent she used for her clothes. It was like he had his face in her cleavage all over again! He knew she changed it up on purpose, to have the scent of her clothes all around him…to drive him insane…
"Grah!" Throwing the towel across the room, he shook away the memories of her pillows pressed against his face. He had to sleep, to regain his strength for the semi-final day, but first he turned towards the dripping door. "I need…another shower…"
A/N: There you have it! Day 5 of Bulma's torture! Day 6 is going to be a real ball buster and 7 will be a massive 2 parter. If you are at all enjoying this fic I ask that you leave a REVIEW to tell me what you liked most or what you'd like to see later on! 3 or 4 chapters left so stay tuned!
P.S.: That bikini is still missing…I wonder where it is…
P.P.S.: I still have a couple of request slots open. If you would like to make a detailed request we can talk it over and see what can be made. I accept most pairings. Bulma I can be picky with, but Videl is open to being paired with ANYONE
