Jenny and Piccolo quietly slipped through the front doors of Capsule Corp, listening carefully for the sound of anyone who might still be awake. The house was silent and dark.
"This way," Jenny said softly, leading the way down a hall towards Bulma's lab.
"Vegeta's bound to sense us," Piccolo said. "This isn't going to work, Jenny."
"Yes it is!" she insisted, turning a corner. "We've tried everything else. This has to work."
Piccolo sighed as he continued to follow her. He felt terribly uncomfortable at the prospect of making love to his wife in someone else's house. Especially Vegeta's house. Not to mention he was already exhausted. His whole body still felt shaky.
"Here we are," Jenny said, sliding open the door to Bulma's lab.
"Oh!" Bulma cried. She gasped and held her hand to her chest. "Jenny! I didn't know you were here."
Jenny's shoulders slumped. She hadn't been expecting to see Bulma any more than Bulma had expected to see her. "Hey."
A slight wave of relief washed over Piccolo. If Bulma was up and working on the armor, there was no way Jenny would attempt this now. It wasn't that he didn't want to help her, but he was feeling extremely out of his element.
"What are you doing here so late?" Bulma asked, pouring herself another cup of coffee from the machine sitting on the counter.
Jenny chewed the inside of her cheek for a moment, debating. She drew a long breath through her nose and said, "I want to try sex magick."
Bulma choked on her coffee. She clapped a hand to her mouth, trying to catch the coffee that dripped from her chin. "You what?!" She grabbed a napkin and wiped her hands and her face, mopping at her blouse.
"Remember when Leelee had that last vision? It was because she was using magick while having sex! If I –"
You could see the wheels turning in Bulma's brain as she cut across Jenny, "If you can do that with the armor…"
"YES!" Jenny cried excitedly.
Bulma picked up her coffee cup and sipped it again, staring thoughtfully at the wall. She suddenly lowered her cup and turned to Jenny. "Go for it."
Jenny clapped her hands together as Piccolo turned red. He couldn't believe Bulma would consent to this in her own lab.
"Oh, and Bulma," Jenny said nervously, "if Vegeta were to notice… I mean, if he walked in…"
Bulma grinned. "Don't you worry about him. I'll keep him good and distracted for you."
"You're the best!" Jenny squealed.
Bulma looked up at Piccolo and playfully punched his arm. "Go get her, tiger," she winked and exited the lab, sliding the door shut behind her.
Jenny doubled over in laughter at the horrified look on Piccolo's face, which had turned absolutely scarlet.
Bulma wandered back out into the hallway, wondering where on earth Vegeta could be. It wasn't until she hit the kitchen and noticed the soft light from the hot tub that she found him. She started for the door, but stopped when she remembered the spilled coffee. She smirked to herself and tore the soiled piece of clothing away and ruffled up her own hair a bit. She gasped as the cold winter air hit her bare midriff as she stepped out onto the dimly lit patio.
Vegeta heard his wife's voice and turned his head to look at her. A soft smile was pulling at Bulma's lips as she stood there, one hand on her hip, staring at him. She wore only a short black skirt, black heels, and her black bra. She cocked an eyebrow at him. "Want some company?"
He smiled back at her devilishly. "Sure."
She walked slowly to the edge of the tub, drawing her knees up a little higher than was necessary, unbuttoning the waist of her skirt as she went. She bit her lip seductively as she slid the skirt from her hips, revealing the black lace panties she wore.
Vegeta shifted in the hot water, his body aroused at the sight of her. She leaned over the tub and brushed her lips against his and stepped quickly back out of his reach as he grabbed for her. He smirked. "Come here, woman."
"Now, now, Vegeta," she scolded. "Don't you want to take time to appreciate the view?" She turned slowly on the spot, letting him drink in the vision of her curves. He was breathing heavy as he watched her. He shifted in his seat again and a moment later tossed his swimming trunks over the side of the tub.
Bulma kept her eyes on him as she unclasped her bra and slid the straps from her shoulders, still holding the cups over her breasts. She turned again, revealing her bare back and looked over her shoulder, giggling at him. She loved the way he was looking at her, so full of lust and need. The prince of all Saiyans, wanting her and only her; it thrilled her to her very core. She lightly tossed her bra to the side and turned towards him once again.
Vegeta's eyes roamed over her full breasts, her nipples hard in the icy winter air. He could feel the want pooling in his stomach, his breathing ragged as his body grew hard in the hot, swirling water.
Bulma ran her hands up over her chest, moaning as she teased herself for him. Her left hand still grabbing at her breast, she slid her right hand into her panties. Vegeta's gaze was intense as he watched her – her fingers were just barely visible through the dark lace as they moved against her body. She whimpered as she pleasured herself for him.
"I said come here," Vegeta repeated, his voice stern.
She stepped closer to the tub again and withdrew her hand from her body, holding it out towards him. Her fingers glistened in the dim light. Vegeta grabbed her wrist and captured her fingers in his mouth, sucking her juices from her fingers. Bulma closed her eyes and moaned as his mouth pulled at her hand. She regained her composure quickly and slowly pulled her hand away, stepping out of his reach again. She twisted around and bent double, pulling her panties off and exposing her body to him.
Vegeta shifted again and growled. "You try my patience."
She stood up again and giggled. "Am I to be punished?"
He smirked again. "Come here now."
The commanding tone in his voice made her knees go weak and she obeyed, stepping out of her heels and slowly sliding her feet into the bubbling, hot water. She stood on the seat, her silhouette looming over him as he looked up at her.
"Naughty," he growled and brought his hand up sharply to grab her ass, digging his fingers into the soft flesh as he kissed the front of her thigh.
Bulma whimpered at the harsh slap of his hand. Her knees were weak already and she wasn't sure how long she could stand there. She reached down and grabbed his shoulder with her nails, digging them into his skin, tracing the crescent shaped scar at the side of his neck. Vegeta growled in warning. He pulled her down onto his lap suddenly and pressed his face between her breasts. She grabbed the back of his head, tangling her fingers in his dark hair as she felt his hot mouth trail along her chest. He quickly worked his way over to her right breast, capturing it in his mouth, sucking and flicking it with his tongue as she whimpered again. He moved his face side-to-side, never releasing his hold on her nipple and sucked it harder as his hands wrapped around her waist.
"The other one, too," she begged in a loud whisper. She threw her head back and hissed in pleasure as Vegeta's hand traveled up to pinch the ignored flesh. Vegeta stood and turned to sit Bulma in the seat, the warm jets of water shooting against her back. He stood in front of her, the waterline just below his hips.
She shivered as she stared at him through the steam of the hot tub. Water droplets trailed down his shoulders, over his chest, down the flat muscles of his stomach to the hard lines of his hips.
He reached for her, grabbing her by the back of her head, pulling her face to him.
"Suck it."
Bulma obeyed, smiling inside at the sound of Vegeta's groan as she captured him in her mouth. She sucked his hard length slowly, trailing her tongue along it, relishing the feel of it in her mouth. Vegeta's arm stiffened, his fingers snarling in her hair, and she found herself unable to move her neck. His other hand trailed to her jaw, gently cupping her chin as he began to thrust into her mouth. Bulma sighed through her nose and closed her eyes briefly, excitement welling within her. She loved it when he was forceful and commanding like this. Nothing thrilled her more than when her prince took what he wanted from her. His grip on her chin tightened as he slid himself deeper into her mouth, pressing against the back of her throat. She moaned and he shivered, but took advantage of her opened throat and slid himself deeper into her mouth. She reached up and grabbed his hips with both hands, pulling him to her again and again.
"Oh, you want it." His voice was low, prideful. She could hear him smirking at her. She pulled at him with her mouth, wrapping her lips tightly around his thickness, pressing against it with her tongue. He groaned low in his throat. She sucked harder, wanting nothing more than to pleasure him, than to draw out that hot liquid from his body, to drink him in until he was spent. Her hands traveled up to the small of his back, her fingertips circling the oh-so-sensitive scar on his back.
"You'll not get off that easy," he warned. "If you want it, fine, but I'm still going to fuck you."
Bulma moaned enthusiastically as she pressed her fingertips harder against the scar. His reaction was almost instantaneous. He panted through clenched teeth as his hard length exploded down her throat, the pleasure ripping through his every nerve as she devoured him. She sucked harder still, pulling every delicious drop of him into her mouth as his fingers relaxed in her hair. She pulled back and stared up at him, her big blue eyes meeting his ebony black ones and she swallowed.
He was breathing hard, his chest rising and falling visibly. "Now you're in for it."
He grabbed her by the shoulders and turned her around, bending her over the edge of the hot tub. One hand on her shoulder, he leaned over her, breathing hotly against her ear as his other hand ran down her back and over the curve of her ass. She gripped the edge of the tub, her nails digging into the hard wood frame. His fingers found the aching slit between her legs and began a rough, torturous dance against her most sensitive spot. Bulma cried out and pressed her hips back, wanting to feel his hand inside her, but his grip on her shoulder tightened, holding her in place. His hand slapped her ass again, the sharp pain made her whimper.
"Beg for it," he whispered in her ear, his lips brushing against the side of her face. He touched her again, his fingers flicking harshly at the aroused nub of flesh. Oh, gods, she wanted him.
"Please," she begged. "I want it. I want you. I want it inside me… now… please, my prince."
"Good bitch," he growled and slowly trailed his fingers up to slide inside her.
Bulma leaned her head back and moaned as his fingers danced inside her. "More," she begged. "Please."
"Please what?" he barked.
"Please, sir," she corrected herself.
He withdrew his hand and she was suddenly aware of how empty her body felt, how much she wanted to feel him fill her. She was aching to feel him fill her body. He shifted behind her, she could feel the head of his erection pressing against her body. She trembled in anticipation and tried to buck herself back to capture him in her body. His hand quickly grabbed her hip and stopped her.
"Do you know how much you try my patience?" he hissed in her ear. His right hand slid under her ribs, pressing up against her chest until his fingers wrapped around her throat. "How infuriating you are?"
A thrill of excitement shot through Bulma's body as Vegeta's hand tightened on her throat. He was rubbing his hard length between her legs, it barely catching on the opening to her body as his hand restricted her breathing. His left hand slid up to grip her breast, he pinched her nipple harshly and rolled it between his fingers and thumb. This was torture. She was aching more than ever for him to claim her, to use her body as pleasure for himself, to take complete ownership of her. He could hurt her if he wanted to… could take her life in an instant the way he was holding her, squeezing her throat, determining how much air she was allowed to breathe…
"Please," she gasped, her voice a raspy whimper.
"Please, what?"
"Please fuck me," she choked out. "Please… prince Vegeta."
A strangled scream issued from her throat as he ripped through her body, their hips meeting, his hard length embedded harshly in her hot wetness. She tried to wiggle against him as his left hand closed over her hip. He slammed into her once again and growled in her ear. "You see what happens when you taunt the Prince of Saiyans?"
Bulma could only gasp in short, restricted breaths as he began to fuck her. His body shook as he pounded himself into her, the hot water swirling around them, the jets of the hot tub shooting against sensitive flesh… He leaned over her body, the hot, hard muscles of his chest and stomach pressing against her back as he continued to whisper harshly in her ear. "You like it, don't you? You like it when I… fuck you," the last words were strained as he drove harder into her fiery sheath. He was raw lust as he claimed her; he lifted one leg to rest on the seat of the tub, allowing him to slam harder into her.
Bulma felt like her body was shattering in exquisite torment. His cock was so thick, so hard within her as it hit the tender, sensitive spot deep within her, making her want to cry from pleasure. She would be sore tomorrow, she knew it, and she didn't give a damn. This was so worth it. She could feel her body stretch to accommodate his size, could feel the shivers of pleasure from his body, his hot breath against her ear. His fingers tightened on her throat a bit more.
The edges of her vision darkened, little lights popping in her eyes. He was in complete control and she was powerless against him. He could end her life in an instant if he wanted. He slammed harder into her, the impact so harsh it felt like her very bones could shatter. His body was rigid with need as he took what he wanted from her.
"I own you," he growled.
She clenched around him at his words. "Yes," she managed to squeak out. Her brain was going foggy from a lack of oxygen. Her nerves were singing with the sensations of his body against hers, inside hers. She felt him tense against her back… oh, sweet Jesus, no… she didn't know if she could take it…
The side of the house was thrown into sharp relief as the light from Vegeta's aura lit up the night. His erection swelled within her, making her ache and scream out as he stretched her to her brink. "Vegeta!" she cried with what little air her lungs held. His hand on her hip slammed her against him with a crushing force. She was aching for release, hurting for it… Oh dear gods, she couldn't take much more. "I… want to see you…" she begged. He was harder than before, if that were possible, his energy engulfed her, consumed her. "Please…" her voice was raspy as she begged. Begged to see him, the legendary warrior, claiming her as his own and no other's. "I want to watch you fuck me," her voice so high and desperate she was amazed he could even hear her.
His grip on her throat withdrew suddenly and she gratefully sucked in a lungful of air. Oh, sweet merciful… Before she could even form a coherent thought, he turned her around and grabbed her by the throat again, driving himself into her once more.
She stared up at him through heavy eyes, her neck pinned against the edge of the tub. The look on his face was fierce as he stared down at her. His seafoam green eyes burned with desire and lust as his body met hers again and again. She could feel the climax building strongly within her. It wouldn't take much now, not with the way he stared at her, that signature smirk pulling at his lips, his arm tensed as he held her in place, claiming her.
He could feel her clenching around him, her body going rigid as she neared that precipice. His hand closed on her throat a little more. "You don't come until I say you can, whore."
Bulma screamed inside. Oh, how his words inflamed her. Her whole body seemed to rip apart, needing him, wanting him… God damn how it turned her on when he spoke to her like that. She screamed at him, baring her teeth, the vibration from her throat rumbling against his palm. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her thighs clenched around his hips, pulling his body into hers with all her strength.
Vegeta narrowed his eyes. "I SAID NO!" His hand gripped her neck tighter… she couldn't breathe at all. A panic filled her chest as fear shot up her spine… he wouldn't! Had she pushed him too far? He held her there, still smirking at the terror in her beautiful blue eyes and he slowly lessened his grip, just a bit. The air poured down her burning throat, her jaws watering. He stopped his pleasuring of her body, his hard length buried deep within her and leaned over her, his mouth a fraction of an inch from hers. "You try my patience," he whispered.
He began to thrust into her again, keeping her teetering on the edge of orgasm, reveling in the control he had over her. She wanted it so bad. Her toes were curling in the hot water as she tried to buck her hips against him. Her vision was hazy, his grip still strong around her neck as his free hand slid around her waist, lifting her against him. The heat building within her burned from the inside out. He consumed her like no other had. She strained to focus on him… on his golden hair, his green eyes that were narrowed and concentrated on her. She could see the lust… the control… the pure domination in those seafoam eyes that haunted and thrilled her. How lucky was she? How many others had begged him – begged him for life, for mercy… How many had he wanted to beg him… Had he made beg him… He loved the raw power he held over others. And she loved it, too. Knowing how powerful he was… Knowing what he was…
"Vegeta, please," her voice was more desperate than it had ever been. It was a high, strained sound of a woman who needed him, needed his permission. "Let me come… my prince… please… I want you… inside me. Please, come inside me…"
He couldn't hold back any longer. The pleading in her voice ripped through his core, fueling his pride. He could see it on her face… her body was nearly spent. He pounded harder into her, his cock throbbing with a need for release. She screamed at him again through clenched teeth… he could feel it through his hand…
"Come with me now," he ordered, his own voice husky and low. He drove faster into her slick heat, his body consumed with her as she clenched around him, so tight and wet and hot…
Bulma's eyes rolled back in her head as the orgasm slammed into her, ripping through her senses, washing over her… oh, sweet relief… Vegeta roared as he came within her… a raw, primal sound that turned Bulma's blood cold… more animal than man as he screamed to the night… She felt him shudder as his body drained into hers, filling her body with that deliciously hot liquid. His fingers slipped from her neck, his hair fell back to the ebony spikes and he collapsed against her chest.
They were panting, unable to catch their breath as they shivered in the hot water, clinging to one another. Vegeta closed his eyes and buried his face against her breasts, wrapping his arms around her waist. His shoulders were heaving as he trembled all over. Bulma leaned her head back on the rim of the tub, sucking in gasps of air as her legs drifted weightlessly in the hot water, one arm around Vegeta's shoulders.
He finally found the strength to lift his head and look at her. Her eyes were half-open as she returned his stare. He smirked again and gently took her chin in his hand as he pressed his lips to hers softly, gently. He carefully broke the kiss, his eyes meeting hers once more and she gave him a small smile. He rested against her chest again, smiling to himself. He was so lucky to have a woman like her who understood him, who gave him everything he could ever want. She trusted him completely, gave him a power that he could only dream of before he'd met her. She was perfection. She was his princess. And he knew as long as he lived, there would never be another like her in the entire world.
