(AUTHOR NOTES: Why is this so short?! It's because this chapter is almost entirely smut and is too explicit. If you are an unabashed smut reader like me, please go visit me on AO3 (that's ) as Roz to read the uncensored chapter. Links also posted on my Tumblr at Rozzingit. Feel free to still comment here if that's your preference!)
Penetration: a direct attack through enemy lines.
"What are you waiting for?"
Vegeta's eyes were dark on hers, and she could feel her control tugging through her fingers, like taking a turn too fast on a wet road. Everything was slipping out from under her.
"I didn't think you had so little sense of self-preservation." Vegeta's voice was dry with snark and abraded with barely-banked need. He leaned into her again, his body crowding hers with a delicious heat and solidity. She found herself arching in unconscious response. Her unsteady breath caught the raw scent of sweat on his skin.
"I live dangerously, but I'm not stupid." With effort, Bulma pushed back on him where her hands were twisted in the front of his shirt; there was a moment when her efforts had no effect, before he remembered himself and leaned back obligingly. It was slightly less satisfying. She caught sight of his face again. The dark need and focus in his gaze made her feel naked. With a dizzied sense of leaping, she reached for his hand against the wall next to her and wrapped her fingers around it until he let her take it.
"What are you doing?" he said, and she could hear the nerves in his voice that he tried to hide: anger at the unknown.
She didn't respond. Instead, Bulma dragged him by the hand out of the gravity chamber and, amazingly, he let her.
Bulma had a suspicion that Saiyan endurance probably outstripped human.
Vegeta had finally fallen asleep, twisted up in her sheets, but she was fucking sore. Incredibly well-ravished, but sore. She'd actually slept lightly for about an hour before waking back up again, her eyes on the darkened sky outside her window. After a few minutes, she slid out of bed and padded quietly over to the bathroom. The lights inside blared to life, and she smacked them back down to a lower level with a pained hiss as her eyes stung. "Fucking stupid-" She caught sight of herself in the vanity mirror, her hair a total mess, but a satisfied smile lingering in the corners of her eyes.
She gave herself a thumbs up and whispered, "You go, girl."
