A/N: The final day is drawing near! Will your side win? Or will they lose and find themselves at the mercy of the other?
Day 6. Night:
Son Home:
'RING! RING! RING! RING!'
"Oh, hello, Bulma!" Chichi closed her eyes and smiled as she picked up the phone. On the other end of the line was her best friend and rival of sorts, Bulma Briefs.
It was a rather dull night for the Son family, Chichi had been yet to tell her husband and son that they were going to go over to Capsule Corp. for a BBQ the next day. She had been waiting for this call from Bulma to make sure that everything was in order first before getting them all excited…the boys had really been excited about seeing Bulma lately…not that she could imagine why.
"So is everything ready?" She asked her blue-haired friend, eagerness evident in her voice.
"What everything is ready?" Goku came up behind his wife, annoying the woman as she was finishing her party planning.
Chichi turned around briefly to shoe him off, she didn't need Goku sticking his nose in this…not just yet. "Goku, why don't you get the dishes out for dinner?" She gave him a sweet smile, the man giving in; he left her to do his assigned task.
With Goku gone, Chichi had to listen carefully to what Bulma was saying as she had already missed half of it. "I'm sorry, Bulma. Goku got in the way. What were you saying?"
"I was saying…" Bulma huffed on the other end of the line; she had already said quite a lot in the time that Chichi was distracted. "All the food and entertainment is ready and will all be set up tomorrow."
"Great!" Chichi jumped in the air, her husband turning around, he couldn't help giving her round bum a few appreciative glances as he set down the plates.
"So who did you get?" Chichi had stars in her eyes, hoping Bulma had gotten the best entertainment.
"Well…" Bulma brushed some hair to the side on the other end. She was alone in her room, enjoying the quite before the storm. "My Dad designed perfect replicas of The Bugs, band to sing, and I ordered a bouncy castle in case Gohan or the others wanted to get some air."
"Bulma…" Chichi now put her hand over her face, not wanting her guys to hear. "Gohan and all the other guys can fly."
"Well…" Bulma grinned, twirling a strand of her hair around her finger. "That doesn't mean we can't use it." She giggled.
"Huh?" Chichi felt a blush crossing her cheeks at what Bulma might have been proposing. "Bulma?" She asked in a hushed whisper. "What do you mean?"
"Heheheh!" Bulma couldn't help holding it in. "Well I'll have a bikini on…I know you will, and I think we can both bet that Launch will…" Her smile broadened. "So how about we all go into the bouncy castle and…jump around for a while? See whose husband breaks first?"
"Bulma!" Chichi gasped into the phone, causing Gohan's ears to prick up. "Bulma…" She lowered her voice even further, knowing that there were red blooded males listening in. "Do you really think that is such a good idea? Mine is body armor, but yours…" She looked around at her son and husband, making sure they kept their distance. "Yours could barely keep a cherry still, never mind those oversized melons you walk around with."
At hearing Chichi's remark, Bulma looked down at her body. She was nude at the moment; her plan had been to shower after the day's events, but time had gotten away from her. Now all she wanted to do was get everything sorted out and then relax. "Don't worry about it." Bulma reached down and cupped a rather large orb, softly squeezing it between her fingers. "I have a system…"
"I sure hope so." Chichi sounded strangely worried for her, although one might also guess that she was just worried that a boob slip from Bulma would undoubtedly pervert her pure son.
"Because if something does happen." She watched the males draw closer. "I don't think you'll be able to live down having all those men see you topless."
Bulma's eyes widened somewhat before disappearing under her bangs. "Yeah…that would really suck…" Considering who had been lucky enough to see the bluennette thus far, she hoped she wouldn't be adding Roshi, Yajirobe and the rest to the list. At least she had been able to hide her pink buds from most of them…
"Okay then." Chichi gave warning glances to her boys. "I think that's everything then. When should we get there?"
"Umm…" Bulma tapped her red lips with her finger. "How about 11:00am? That will give me time to get everything set up and get the food out of the smokers and grills."
"That sounds like a plan to me." Chichi grinned widely; preparing to hang up the phone, a thought suddenly crossed her mind. "Bulma…" She asked the bluennette once more.
"Yes, Chichi?" Bulma really didn't know what else there was to discuss. She had already invited everyone and figured out the entertainment and food.
"Please be careful." Chichi said quietly into the phone. "You already corrupted my Goku when he was a kid; please don't corrupt little Gohan as well…"
Called it! Bulma shouted in her head. "I said don't worry about it." Bulma was about to say goodnight when she thought of something that was sure to get a reaction out of the other woman. "Oh, and Chichi…" She grinned. "Aren't you happy that, as a woman, you have a corrupted man?...I'm pretty sure a pure one wouldn't be able to give you as much fun…"
"Wait, Bulma! How do you?" Chichi gasped into the phone just as Bulma hung up.
"BYE!" She screamed happily, slamming the phone down on the receiver, ending the call and bringing silence to her room at last.
Over at the Son Home, Chichi slowly put the phone back down on the receiver, her hand trembling slightly. "Oh…my…"
"What is it, Chii'ch?" Goku said as he approached his wife, his strong arms encircling her fragile form.
"Huh? Oh!" Chichi let out a short gasp, somehow surprised to see Goku so close. "It's nothing, honey. Just…Just finish setting the table while I make one more phone call, okay?"
"Sure." He nodded, backing away; he reached for the silverware while Chichi dialed another number.
"Hey there! You have reached the Turtle Crib! Where all the hottest babes come to play! If you'd like to come over and take your top off, please press-"
"KNOCK IT OFF, ROSHI!" Chichi screamed into the phone, a startled yelp sounding off on the other end, followed by a series of crashes.
Chichi waited a moment, tapping her foot while Gohan looked on in terror. His Mom may have been the weakest of their family, but she certainly was the most intimidating…
"He…Hello…" A meek voice spoke into the other end of the line.
"Hello, Roshi…It's Chichi." The woman spoke calmly into the phone, although she was interested in adding a bit of fuel to his topless bikini girl fantasy, something that certainly was never calm…
"Hello, Chichi…" He seemed apprehensive about saying anything he would have liked to now. He knew the woman was capable of having Goku teleport her over there to kick his ass in an instant. That boy just cannot say NO to food… He shook his head.
"Listen." She said sternly into the phone. "We're having a BQQ/pool party at Bulma's house tomorrow and I'd like you to come."
"Huh? Me? You want ME to come?" Chichi rolled her eyes at his reaction, not that she could really blame him. She remembered what happened the first and only time Goku had convinced her to go swimming around the old pervert's island. She shuddered at the memory. The old creep had slid his hand down the back of her armor… His fingers sliding past her butt cheeks, she did not want to know where that hand was headed…
"Yes…" She sighed into the line. "I want you to come…" She stopped at the sound of perverted chuckling on the other line. "QUITE!" She screeched, causing silence once more. "I want you to be there…" She corrected herself. "Because Bulma said she would wear a rather revealing bikini…and I was wondering if you'd be interested in seeing her in it?" She grinned somewhat evilly.
"WHOA! You mean that white string one I gave her? She is going to wear it? Really?" The old man was practically having a heart attack thinking of Bulma's creamy curves in the bikini. Oh, happy day!
"That's the one." Chichi smiled into the phone. "It barely covers anything…maybe if she's not careful…she might spill her fruit…if you catch my drift."
As Chichi got the perv all worked up, she failed to notice that by now both Goku and Gohan were listening in on anther phone, their cheeks tinted a dark red.
"So you'll be there, then?" The woman finished, hoping her plan of causing a bit of trouble for the bodacious bluennette would succeed.
"YOU BET!" He screamed happily. "I'll be there at the crack of noon!"
"Great." Chichi smiled sweetly. "Have a good night Master Roshi and…sweet dreams." With that she hung up the phone, leaving all three men who were listening with bodies bursting with uncontrolled fires…unfortunately for her though…she was the fire fighter of one of them…
"Gohan…" Goku said to his son, the two of them had been listening in on the phone in his and Chichi's room. "I need you to go out and catch a fish…a really big fish…"
"Sure, Dad." Gohan tried not to look him in the eye, his blush also easily apparent. "I'll be back as soon as I can!" He went to take off, but Goku caught him just before he left.
"Actually…" Goku grinned at him. "It should take about three hours. Any sooner and it shows a lack of dedication."
"Huh? Oh, right, Dad!" Gohan smiled at him. His Father wanted him to try his best and catch as big of a fish as he could. Plus…the extra time would be a nice opportunity to think about Bulma in a bikini… I wish I still had that picture…
"Okay, Gohan." Goku waved him off as his son climbed out the window. "See you in three hours!"
"Bye, Dad!" Gohan called back as he disappeared into the sky. With the kid gone; there was nothing keeping Goku from extinguishing the fires Chichi had lit with her sales pitch to Roshi.
Now done with her planning and meddling, Chichi was finishing up the vegetables and setting the table when a pair of strong arms encircled her waist. "Goku!" She jumped in his grip, wondering what was going on.
"Hey, Chii'ch…" He smirked into her soft hair, inhaling her sweet scent. "You smell great tonight…" One hand deftly reaching up, he cupped his wife's boob in his palm, gently massaging the orb while he held her still.
"Goku…" She wiggled against him. "Gohan is still here…we can't do this now…"
She felt a hand slide under her dress, brazenly sliding up between her thighs before rubbing against her smooth mound. "Gohan isn't here…I sent him fishing…" Goku grinned, his hand now moving her panties to the side.
"Goku…" She felt her breathing accelerate, her hands now dropping the food on the table, she fell back against his chest as his fingers entered her body. "No…"
After a few gentle thrusts though, her resistance was no more, reaching up to kiss him, she gave into his need. "Okay…but in our bed…now!"
Smiling, he picked her up, his finger still gently moving around inside of her, bringing moan after moan from her squirming body. His eyes running over her, he couldn't help envisioning that he was cradling the blue-haired bombshell in his arms, clad only in a tiny string bikini.
Tonight… He grinned down at her jiggling 34 double Ds, still dripping with lemonade… I'm going to be fucking Bulma…
Capsule Corp. Bulma's Room:
"Well, I'm glad that's over with." The bluennette set down the phone. Leaning back in her chair, she gazed down at her body.
"Man…" She couldn't help sighing. "I really do look like a slut…" Having yet to wash off after her battle with Vegeta, Bulma's body was still sticky with various liquids. Her boobies were coated in a layer of whipped cream and her own saliva, and her pussy felt like it had been drowned in even more whipped cream, her own sweet honey…and Vegeta's manly sauce…
"Ugh!" Shooting up from her chair, her various curves bouncing and jiggling at the same time, she went for the shower. Even dirty girls need to clean up some time.
Strutting into the room, she turned on the hot faucet, steamy water quickly pouring down into the large stall. As she stepped inside under the hot shower, Bulma couldn't help thinking about the sheer size of it. The shower, being the shower of a rich heiress, wasn't your ordinary shower. No, it was big, big enough to fit four people, or just two very happy ones. What I would give to not be alone in here right now…
Bulma felt her head lower as the streams of water hit her; but also out of loneliness and…shame?
Shame shouldn't have been something that Bulma was feeling right now, but it was. She had failed. Her every attempt at seduction had failed in one way or another. However way she could put it, she had failed. Vegeta always found a way to resist her.
There was almost nothing Bulma hadn't tried. Loose tops, wet shirts, overly tight bra and thong, tight top and no panties, her old fucking bunny suit that her flesh oozed out of! Hell! She had sat down in the living room, wearing the thinnest of garments, her boobies and pussy coated in whipped cream, and then…even then he had fucked the COUCH before her!
"Hmmph!" The bluennette crossed her arms in the shower, her hands grazing over her soft, perky boobies, the contact with her nipples sending shockwaves through her body.
"Ahhh!" Falling back against the shower wall, Bulma caught herself before she slid all the way down, her breathing coming in quick pants.
"What the hell was that?" She stood up again. Looking down at her wobbling chest, she gently ran her fingers over a nipple once more, the same shock pulsing through her body!
"Fuck!" She felt herself shaking as the sensation rocked her fragile form. "Oh, Kami!" She moaned. "I can't believe my body's gotten this sensitive!"
It was true, over the course of a week with almost no physical contact with her man; Bulma's body had become extremely sensitive to touch, the places Vegeta loved to molest being the most affected. Well I guess that's what happens when you go from being fucked three times a day to zero for a week… She couldn't help giggling.
No wonder she had cum so easily when Vegeta had breathed on her core! She was a tinder box of sexual energy just begging to be lit! She was usually a moaning, squirming mess when he fucked her, but now?
"Mhmmm…" Bulma felt a shudder of anticipation move up her body, from her soaked flower to her jiggling boobies. How would she react when he played with her now? Kami…she felt like she would cum just from the foreplay, which was sure to be massive considering his love for her…assets. Oh, what it was to be a damsel in distress...awaiting her prince to come to her and save…fuck her until she screamed…
Closing her eyes, Bulma leaned back against the shower wall, the hot spray raining down on her sensitive body, making her pale flesh turn pink with the heat. "Vegeta…" She murmured as she let her fantasy take over her. Her fantasy…all she wanted was for him to take her…right here…right now; that was what she wanted…
Bulma didn't care at this point what he did to her, because no matter how demeaning, dirty, and humiliatingly he could fuck her…she knew she wanted it. She didn't mind being used as his personal sex toy, able to relieve his every fantasy and need with her playground of a body. That was because Vegeta was different…if any other man even thought of treating her in such a horrid manner, she would kick his ass to the moon, then fly up there, bring him back down just to kick him back up there again! Vegeta though…she could feel it when he looked at her. It was a hungry look…a lustful look, and without a doubt…a loving look.
No matter how much torment she put him through, he still stayed with her. He loved her; that much was clear. The rules of their bet simply stated that he couldn't touch her for a week. Any man who truly wasn't dedicated to her would have run off and fucked another woman by now, but Vegeta hadn't…he'd even stopped jerking off just to prove he could beat her without relief… Well except for that poor couch… She giggled at the memory.
Speaking of the couch… Her pink cheeks tinted bright red. She had almost done it…he had been right on top of her! His body… "Oooah…" Bulma moaned as she gently tweaked one hard nipple between her fingers. His big, strong body had been right on top of hers…mere inches from his skin, she could feel the heat radiating off of him! The heat she and she alone had created.
Vegeta wanted her bad…Bulma could feel the heat rising in between her thighs, that heat yearning for release. Vegeta wanted her bad…oh yes he did…when he had been hovering over her, his nude body so close to hers, he had longed for her more than any man had longed for a particular woman in history. His very being craved her, it begged him and ordered him at the same time to take her in the most primal way and not stop until neither of them was capable of movement.
"Vegeta…" Her hand slipping in between her thighs now, Bulma stood up on her tippy toes as a new wave of pleasure swept over her, carried forth by her need to be taken. She was becoming so lost in her fantasy she could almost see him now. His large muscles bulging on his thick arms, he would open the shower door, stepping in before shutting it behind him, sealing him in with her…like a lion with a lamb…
"Oohmph!" The man she loved would trap her voice in her mouth before shoving it back down her throat with his tongue. She didn't need to talk when he had her. All she had to do was lie back and enjoy it as he played her body like the wonderful instrument it was.
His tongue exploring her mouth, dueling her tongue for a short time before easily overpowering it, pinning it to the ground and doing unspeakable things to it…Much the same as this Vegeta was with her now; committing unspeakable things… That's what she had to look forward to once this was all over…she knew he was going to do things to her body that were never meant to be done, and yet…she could not contain her excitement to be defiled by him. To feel his manhood wipe across her lips before he poured his load all over her, marking her hair, her breasts, her face…filling up any damn hole he wished just because he could…and there was nothing she could do to stop him from having his fun…
"Oooooahhh…" Her arms rising above her head now, Bulma imagined the hot streams of water were hands…his hands…his big strong hands taking hold of her proudest assets. She was pretty sure she was as proud of her girls as he was. It being as clear as day how much of a boobieman Vegeta was, she felt blessed that Kami had given her the matching parts to fit his lust, that fact only further drawing him to her.
"Agh! Vegeta!" Those ghostly wet hands firmly gripping her boobies, she moaned out in sheer bliss as they kneaded her defenseless globes like bread dough, the creamy flesh oozing out between his fingers each time he gave them a squeeze, his lips curling into a smirk each time she gasped at his ministrations.
Apart from being fucked, it was the most psychologically erotic thing to Bulma. Her breasts had developed when she was a young girl, and had grown steadily throughout her life. They had always been with her and were like a pair of old girlfriends, even now she would smile as she undressed; glad they were as happy to see her as she was them.
So when he grabbed them. When Vegeta groped her boobies with no permission or warning? It felt like losing her virginity all over again, her delicate, bouncy girls, their flesh soft and pure, utterly helpless against his strong manly hands. Her boobies each a blushing girl, squirming happily under his touch, feeling dirty and sexual, but craving more fondling all the same. It was a feeling she never got tired of because when he played with her boobies, when he groped them and…sucked them… It was like he was breaking in that innocent girl once again, turning her purity against her as he had his fun.
"Aghhh!" His lips now releasing hers, his head moved down her body until it came to her chest, her soft globes bouncing around as he harassed them, teasing them as the naughty little girls they were, he took one pink bud into his mouth, drawing upon it while his tongue swirled around the hard nub, finally taking her breast's virginity for that night, even though he would violate her...and her sister... the next day.
"Ve…Vegeta!" Her mound humping against his leg, she needed him in her! She had to have him fuck her! She didn't care how undignified it made her look, how humiliating the position or what he called her body as he screwed it; she just wanted to be taken!
Her ghostly man was not so nice though, his lips still planted on her nipple, he kneaded the surrounding boobie until she was gasping for air, his lips continually sucking her nipple away from the rest of her sweet orb before letting it pop back out, wiggling back on the top of her flesh.
"Agh!" Another moan escaping her, he switched to her free boob, the other only being able to look on in shameful delight as her twin sister was ravaged by the hungry man, his tongue defiling her just as it had she.
"Ah! AGH! Ah!" Bulma couldn't take it! The specter in her mind was simply too much, his hands and lips molesting her chest like the man she craved, Bulma could feel her sensitive body reacting to the stream of hot water, especially as she sunk lower in the shower, the spray now focusing on her aching pussy.
"Ah! Ah! Ah! VEGETA!" Bulma's body emptied its prize out onto the shower floor, a delicacy for any man going to waste without a customer to claim it.
Her body collapsing below her, she lied there in the water, the feeling of the stream still pouring down on her, Bulma wished that it had all been real.
"Vegeta…" She said softly to herself. "Please give in tomorrow…I need you more than I've ever needed anyone…"
She sat there like that for some time, just letting the water wash over her, eventually she stood up, and getting out her assortment of shampoos, she cleaned herself in silence, not uttering a word.
Turning off the faucet, Bulma stepped out of the shower, drying her hair and then her body, her porcelain skin gleaming in the fluorescent lights of her bathroom. Still not uttering a single sound, she looked herself over in the mirror, and content that she was as clean as a naughty girl like her could be, she shut off the lights and headed for bed. It was going to be a long day tomorrow and if she wanted any chance of defeating Vegeta…she would need to be at full strength.
Vegeta's Room:
"Grrr…" The saiyan prince stalked out of the shower. It was becoming a system for him now. Wake up, go down stairs, run into the most beautiful woman ever to exist and be forced to watch her do the things any man could only dream of his girl doing, just to flee to his cold shower for some peace of mind…
"That fucking woman…" He muttered. As crude as it was to say, he wasn't exactly wrong. Bulma had done almost everything his heart had ever desired. She! Arguably one of the most-well respected and certainly the most intelligent woman on the planet was doing these obscene things for him! Lowering herself in the eyes of anyone else who caught her just for the sake of seducing him! It was an honor that under any other circumstances would have been met by overwhelming shock and awe in every room of the house he could blast his way into, her nude, squirming form in his arms and between his legs…
But this was not ordinary circumstances…this was war…
"Hmmm…" Vegeta furrowed his eyebrows at thought. He never thought he'd see the day he'd be in such a test of wills, never mind the fact that his opponent wasn't of the usual type. Bulma certainly wasn't strong by any means, let alone a universal super power, she was just a fragile girl. At first glance any guy would think he understood why Bulma was such an opponent. She had the body every woman would die to have and every man would commit crimes to obtain. She looked like a walking Venus with bright blue hair, and large bouncing boobs, round wide hips, and a firm bum; and her core?
Vegeta could feel his manhood swelling up in the cool air of his room at the thought of it. She was as tight as anyone could possibly imagine. Sometimes he wondered though if her tightness and his girth caused her pain…it probably did, but considering the overriding look of pleasure painted across her face each and every time he took her; she didn't mind it…not one bit…
Yes, any man looking at her would instantly assume her goddess-like body was what killed, was her ultimate weapon to duel a man of his sheer strength and fortitude, but any man who though that would be wrong, dead wrong. For Bulma's body was just her toy cabinet of weapons. Simple machine guns and knives compared to the secret she held within.
Bulma had a secret that made any woman who managed to match her physical perfection pale in comparison to her…her mind…
"Fuck…" Vegeta could barely comprehend how smart Bulma was. She was a genius; that was certain, world class even more. Such a brilliant mind like the one she possessed was capable of doing great good, but as he knew all too well, great evil as well.
For the wonderful tortures that she had put him through these last six days would never have been possible with just her body alone. A girl with just a body would be like that one the baldy had dated recently, beautiful and stacked, but with the mind of a dolt, unable to do anything past the simplest of seductions before inevitably crying if her man failed to reciprocate, not that one would with a girl like her normally, but under these circumstances? If it was Maron he was dueling instead of Bulma, this wouldn't even be a bet…it would be a joke. Just sit back and let her jump around in a swimsuit until the seventh day ends and then rip that thing off and fuck her bouncy little body as much as he pleased. That would be Maron in this bet.
"Heh…" He grinned thinking of her curves. Maybe the saiyan prince was starting to develop a thing for busty bluennettes?
As soon as the over endowed girl entered his mind though, she was swept aside by the one he…loved?
"Where'd that come from?" Vegeta grumbled to himself, his hand reaching down, he gently massaged his cock, relieving some of the stress of his thoughts.
"Bulma…" His mind returned to her in full now. Maybe he did love her? There was something beyond her body and her devious mind that attracted him to her, but what?
Standing straight in the middle of his room, Vegeta thought it over. She was different from the other women he'd conquered; that was for sure. In the course of his conquests, he had been able to lessen the blow of defeated royal families when he informed them that he was a prince, the thought of a conquering prince somehow making them feel less dishonored in defeat; Kings would always throw their daughters at him, the girls would blush and squirm, but in the end, virgin or no, they would beg him to fuck them. Him! A total stranger who was destroying their civilization and all they could think about was letting him violate them.
He'd expected much the same when he came to Earth, except for that the King was a dog… He shuddered at the thought.
When he'd come to stay at Capsule Corp., his relationship with the woman had been rocky at first, then came that one night when in the fires of anger, he had come to her room to duke it out, just to find her in his arms, her legs around his waist and his cock buried deep within her…
That night he had jotted her down as just like all the princesses and such he had fucked before. Another easy girl that begged him to fuck her, but then things changed.
After that one night of passion she didn't follow him around like the others had, she hadn't beg him to defile her again and again. No, she had gone about her business until HE, the mighty prince Vegeta had to offer her relief for the horrible yearning she must have felt for him just to have his offer thrown in his face with an insult! Never in his life had that happened before! Never had a woman turned him down so rudely and then told him off like a child!
Maybe that was it? Maybe that was why he loved…
Maybe that was why he liked her so much. She challenged him. Bulma, the blue-haired weakling from Earth was the first girl to ever say 'no' to him, to put him in his place when he tried to have his way with her body.
That's it! His eyes opened wide. That was why she meant enough to him not to take her during this competition! That was why he cared what she thought of him, why he would hold out against her seductive attacks without running off to fuck another woman, or for the most part, even relieving himself.
Bulma was the one equal he had in the universe. The one person he was willing to accept held sway and ownership over him as much as he did her. This kind of thinking was foreign to a saiyan of royal blood such as he, but it was true. As far as he was concerned, they owned each other, their bodies and hearts bound to each other alone.
Did that truly mean he?... His cock now aching to be touched, Vegeta knew he couldn't entertain these thoughts of the woman anymore tonight.
"Fucking one more day…" He muttered, his back leaning forward, he stomped into the bathroom, the cold water soon spraying down upon him.
Day 7:
Bulma's Room:
"Wu-aaahhh!" The bluennette yawned, sitting up in her bed, stretching, Bulma looked around the room. The clock on the far side told her it was 10:00. She didn't have too long before guests would start arriving. "I guess I better get ready…" She murmured.
Her arms still in the air, she looked down at the feeling of movement on her chest. "Heheheh…Well hello there." Bulma smiled sweetly, cupping her large breasts in her hands, the soft globes overflowing from her palms. "I take it you're ready to beat Vegeta today?" She grinned, her hard nipples telling her exactly what she wanted to hear.
"Good…" She smiled, letting them bounce back to their original shape before swinging her long legs out of bed. "That's right!" She beamed happily. "This is the day that Vegeta will finally give in to me!"
Walking into her bathroom, she decided to have a quick shower before getting dressed. Just a little bit of shampoo, not too much, and some hot water to make her squeaky clean. "Ooh!" Bulma jumped as she accidentally pressed her boobies too hard. "None of that today." She grinned. "I've got to stay focused!"
Getting out of the shower, she toweled off her damp hair before running it over her milky skin, letting her smoothness come out all the more with her fresh feeling. "Besides…once Vegeta gives in, I don't think I'll be left wanting for a month!" She giggled, her body already excited for the torments her lover would have in store for her with his eventual defeat.
A small towel now wrapped around her body, Bulma felt a little exposed for some reason, not that she should be in her own room, so she ignored that thought. The towel clung to her damp skin like a magnet so it didn't really matter that it only just covered her shapely ass and half of her bouncing boobies.
Exiting the bathroom, Bulma was caught completely unawares as an orange figure appeared before her. Her almost nude body a feast for any man's eyes.
'CHEUUUW!'
Vegeta's Room:
"AGHAAAHHH!" Vegeta stretched as he climbed out of the shower, his body dripping with beads of icy moisture. Walking out into his room, he pulled open the blinds, his nude form looking out over the insides of the Capsule Corp. dome.
"This is it! This is the final day!" He beamed joyfully. This would be the day where he would finally defeat that insolent woman of his! The day he would tear whatever clothes she wore off of her body before throwing her to the ground, her weak feminine charms helpless to resist his manly urges any longer!
Yes! This would be the day where man defeated woman and put her back in her rightful place under him; instead of where she had been this past week, before him, tormenting him…utterly kicking his smug ass…
Vegeta's grin could have lit up the entire dome if the lights had not already been turned on. Today he was going to beat her. Today he would pass the final stage of her gauntlet and then claim her, claim her like the beautiful flower she was…
"Ahhh…" He let out a longing sigh. Looking down, Vegeta found that his royal cock was already at full mast. Now, while his woman had the endowments of a Playdragon model; there was no doubt that he'd be able to land a gig in something…naughty himself…
Reaching down, Vegeta grasped the head of his twelve inch long monster, the thick beast was able to fit in his hand, but just barely, making the odds of his woman being able to wield it one handed slim to none. "Fuck…" Closing his eyes, he slowly ran his hand up and down his cock, beads of precum were already seeping from the tip, clear balls of his nectar slowly spreading out over his tanned member, the purplish-pink head engorging as he thought about the woman he would defile with his beast this day.
"Bulma…" He could practically feel it now…pushing her onto her back; he'd hold her hands up above her head with one, her feeble body helpless against his strength. "Fuck…yes…"
Watching her squirm and wiggle would only feed his passion, her helpless double Ds only begging to be groped and squeezed with their attempts at freedom. His hand now slick with precum, Vegeta increased the speed he pumped his length, letting his hand roll over inch after inch…painting his manhood in the juice his woman craved so much…
"Fucking little…slut…" Vegeta murmured, his mouth now hanging open with need, he imagined his free hand happily groping and playing with Bulma's jugs, her bountiful bosoms bouncing and jiggling as he sampled their flesh, pinching the nipple of one before squishing the other in his palm. Oh, he would teach her a lesson for using such a lewd body against him…
Vegeta's cock strained against his hand, his massive member felt like it was going to explode! Oh, he could feel it! Just when she felt as utterly defeated and helpless as possible, he would position himself between her legs, but he knew her…oh he knew her…he knew she'd try to cross her thighs, to ward him off despite her need… He would never accept that though, forcing Bulma's thighs apart, he'd open the woman up to him, grant himself access to her most sacred place and then defile it with his manly spunk…
"Oh, I am going to make you such a dirty…filthy little girl…" Vegeta breathed. His cock now pulsing in his hand, he could feel his end nearing. Picking up the pace, he made sure that his fingers brushed the underside of his massive head just the right way, the sensations pushing him over the edge.
"FUCK!" Screaming at the top of his lungs, Vegeta let loose his seed, his huge cock spewing a huge amount of cum onto the window before him, he could already feel victory drawing nearer, besides, if she was going to pull out all the stops today…then he may as well be properly…rested...
The memory of his fantasy soon shooting back to him, Vegeta could not get the image of completely dominating Bulma out of his mind…
Oh, I'm going to enjoy this… He chuckled at the thought. That powerful woman, the seemingly indomitable feminine spirit, laid out on her back like a girl on her first time. His hands roaming over her, he wondered if he should maybe tie her up? Oh, or maybe fuck her in a place where she felt most innocent? To defile her body with his spunk where she was most vulnerable?
Her parent's room! His mind turned dark just as his cock hardened into a rod of steel, the thick flesh pressing against the glass of his window, smudging the cum already sliding down it. That was it! He would sully her in the bedroom of the people who still saw her as a sweet little girl…Oh, the delicious irony…
His smirk stretched wide across his face, Vegeta let out a thunderous roar of laughter, his eyes closing in joy; he failed to notice the blonde woman down below him. Her eyes wide with unspeakable lust. Panchy…the seemingly unlucky woman had seen everything…now though, a pile of her family's clothes in her arms, she felt like she might need to do some laundry of her own…
A/N: How's that for a little sneak peek at Day 7? I hope you all liked this more emotional chapter. I think everything should be set now for the final day. Things are going to heat up like never before! And for many people! I hope you all know your favorite characters because no one knows what exactly is going to happen! Bulma or Vegeta. The final day is near! My favorite technique of all is coming up next. Will Vegeta be able to withstand his woman's onslaught and hold out? Or will Bulma succeed in breaking the arrogant man? Please REVIEW!