I do not own anything belonging to the Dragon Ball universes that privilege rests with Akira Toriyama.
AN: Yes, I have crafted a bit of the Saiyan language. No, I won't tell you what all of it means in this story. Also, the way Vegeta interacts with Bulma is based on the actual behavioral habits of monkeys. While it is true that many of the great apes and old-world monkeys are rough and violent with the fairer sex, that isn't true for most monkeys. 85% of mating attempts in three different species studied separately fail because the female rejects the male. Dominant females in most species of monkeys decide who is and isn't allowed in a troop, who gets to mate, and who the dominant male is. Dominant males are subject to the ruling female. Over 90% of violence within monkey troops happens between males only. The remaining violence is mostly the dominant female putting other females in their place. There is virtually no sexual violence and next to 0 violence between sexes. Before anyone freaks out, this is all about the troop mentality. Vegeta is finding his troop he needs this, he needs others even though it will take him another two decades to come to terms with his place in the troop this is the start of him accepting he is just a monkey and he needs emotional comfort and non-violent physical contact.
Well, shit happens. I severely sprained my ankle and can't work for the next ten days. On a positive note I will most likely be able to get the rest of this story written and posted for you all to enjoy.
"Hmm, enjoying yourself?" Vegeta's deep voice made her jump. He was leaning against the edge of the counter, in nothing but a pair of spandex shorts, with a towel over his shoulders. Cocky smirk firmly in place with one eyebrow raised, regarding her as she sat at the table.
"Gaahh," she jumped turning to look at the Saiyan that had appeared silently in the kitchen, "What the hell Vegeta!? You scared me half to death! Why are you sneaking around like that, you creep!"
"Heh, if you pathetic earthlings would learn to at least track energy signatures you would've felt me coming." He wasn't offended by her creep comment, he admired her feistiness. He was also pleased to see she liked the food he'd made. He had been standing there for the past two minutes watching her, he wanted to gauge her responses to the dishes he'd improvised. The prince was pleased to see she had indeed enjoyed the most of it, especially the pot of stew.
It was a traditional Saiyan dish, he wasn't sure if he'd gotten it right. The flora and fauna of Earth were different but he'd tasted everything before adding them into the pot. His memories of it were vague at best. However, Nappa had never been able to shut up about it in the years after Vegeta-sai had been destroyed. They had tried to replicate it several times. Vegeta always had to do the cooking, because Nappa either burned it or added things to the pot without tasting them, making it inedible. Instead, Vegeta would have Nappa would taste test as they made it, offering his opinions on the flavors. So now Vegeta had a better idea of how it was made and what the end result should taste like. It pleased him the woman had enjoyed it.
"Did you really make all of this?" Bulma asked embarrassed she had been startled and then called him a creep after stuffing herself with food he had prepared.
Pushing off the counter with his hip, Vegeta stalked over to the table, tossing his towel on the counter. Slowly he leaned down to take a bite-sized piece of the roast. Popping it into his mouth he looked Bulma up and down.
"Did you enjoy it?" Vegeta asked, his voice husky and deep. He smiled as the shiver raced her spine and the smell of her arousal came on hard.
That devil! He was trying to seduce her, and darn it is it wasn't working. The shiver came unbidden with the sound of his deep voice, and his bare chest on display for her viewing pleasure. The dual implications of his question brought heart to her chest and caused her womb to clench with desire for this man that seemed to be made of surprises.
"I did," she purred back at him.
"Bot 4, put this food away and finish cleaning in here," Vegeta ordered the bot without breaking eye contact with Bulma.
The prince proceeded to pluck her from her seat, lifting her up against him he pressed his lips to hers. She gasped in surprise when he lifted her out of her seat as his lips met hers in a searing kiss. One hand on her back and another on her thigh, he encouraged her to wrap her legs around his waist.
He carried her from the room, stopping at a hall table near the bottom of the stairs. Where he set Bulma on her ass and kissed down her neck. Ripping open her blouse several buttons went flying, then he snuck his hands under her skirt - that was hiked up to her hips - felt for the hem of her satin panties and pulled them down her legs. He kissed her mounds where they stuck out of her satin and lace bra, trailing his tongue up the center to her throat where he nipped and sucked at her flesh.
With her sitting on the table Vegeta went down on her for a moment tasting and teasing her. Standing he took her there in the hall in rough passionate rutting that satisfied them both and appeased the monster inside him.
They spent the next three days having sex in every room of the house, except for her parents' bedroom. It happened twice in the gravity room, once on the roof of the house and in the garden on the third day when Bulma found Vegeta watering her mother's roses. They spent every night in Bulma's bed - it was almost twice the size of Vegeta's and fit the two better - wrapped up in each other. Bulma spent her days working, Vegeta spent his day's training.
That is until Saturday afternoon rolled around.
Vegeta was training as normal after his mid-day snack when he felt the familiar ki signature of the weakling, Yamcha, approaching the front door. The prince of Saiyans struggled not to go to the front door and beat the earthling within an inch of his life. How dare this pathetic excuse of a male come to the woman's home. She had already dismissed him twice, did this weakling have an addiction to being humiliated? Remembering the conversation he'd had the other night with Bulma as they lay in her bed.
After fucking in the hall downstairs, on the stairs, in the shower, and again in the woman's bed, Vegeta laid on his back one arm up behind his head. The other was wrapped around the woman with his fingers tracing circles on her hip. Enjoying the peace he felt in his soul for the first time in his life, but the growing curiosity of the creature draped in his arms was slowly building tension in the room.
Bulma was tracing the scars on Vegeta's skin and contours of his muscles. Her chin resting in her other hand over his chest, her body pressed against his side with one leg tucked between his. She was struggling with how to ask about his past experiences. The curiosity of other alien races and what they were like - both in bed and out - had been driving her crazy all day, she wanted to know everything she could find out. All her questions burning her tongue she could feel him tensing underneath her in anticipation of the questions that were making her anxious.
"Mmm," he growled encouraging her to get on with it already.
Gasping when he growled a small and annoyed sound, Bulma mustered up her courage and asked the questions she wanted the answers to.
"Can you tell me about other races?" Bulma asked shyly, "The others out there in the universe?"
"Hmm," Vegeta was relieved, he had thought the question would be more personal than that. "Well, there are many forms they can take. Like what you witnessed on Namek, there are similar kinds to most animals on Earth. They come in everything from tiny harmless ones to giant types and humanoids with culture and technology. Kinds like myself that are capable of transforming drastically or very little. There are races of insects the size of the giant lizards that road the wilderness here. Planets made entirely of oceans that consist of compressed gases where giant squid love in pods similar to the dolphins here. Many planets have your basic Siriuon humanoids like this one. Most are much stronger but they lie in the inner rims of their galaxies," Vegeta nearly rambled in his relaxed state. He found he actually enjoyed sharing his knowledge of the universe with her. He smiled remembering what she'd said to the weakling called Yamcha last Friday night. Vegeta's knowledge had helped her advance her own positions and she admired him, she'd called him generous. He liked that Bulma found him to be so.
"Oh, huh…" Bulma said hesitantly. While it was rivetting information, it wasn't really what she'd been looking for. "Well, I kinda more so meant about other species sexually?"
After a moment of pause - Vegeta trying not to scream at her, slightly offended she thought he had fucked his way across the Galaxy or something - Bulma attempted to exaggerate and clarify her meaning.
"I mean-"
"You mean what exactly you vulgar woman!?" Vegeta tried not to clutch at her too tightly - he didn't want to harm her, never her - so he bit his tongue, this was an explanation he wanted. No, it was one he needed.
"Well," Bulma was confused and a little worried, she hadn't meant to offend him. "You can't honestly expect me to believe I was your first. It's just-"
"Oh? Do tell, How was our first joining?" Vegeta pulled back from her and looked at her hard, trying to desperately hide his embarrassment over his pitiful first performance the previous night.
Bulma could read the embarrassment in his eyes, the hurt over her assumption. All of it was buried under the cold exterior he liked to put on for the world. Bulma however, had practice reading his eyes and physical reactions between the harsh words and cold shoulders over the past two years he'd lived with her.
"I'm sorry, I had assumed you had a lot of experience. While our first time having sex left a lot to be desired, your tongue was very talented and you more than made up for the first with the second and then the third last night. I had thought you were just a little rusty and overeager. It's not like I've seen you with any women over the last two years. Its nothing to be ashamed of, I'd be eager if I waited that long too, ya know. And besides, you are a universally feared planet conquerer. You mean to tell me you never had a woman or two before destroying the dominant life form on other planets?"
"Rrrr," it was a shit explanation Vegeta knew that, but she did have a point. He had lived in a fortress of sin and debauchery for over half his life, but he had never been permitted to partake. The one time he'd interacted with a female had ended terribly and it led to him becoming a used limp of flesh and eventually resulted in him being forced onto the front lines of Frieza's army. Wanting to think of anything but Frieza, Vegeta tried to explain his feeling on the subject, "We Saiyan hold undying loyalty to our mates, unlike you earthlings. No wonder you're such a weak and pathetic race, you don't even hold your chosen partners in high regard."
"Not all men on Earth are like Yamcha you know?" Bulma was feeling a little defensive, she knew she'd wasted some of the best years of her life on the former Zfighter, "My dad isn't, Goku, T-"
"Kakarott is not of Earth," Vegeta interrupted, "which explains why he hasn't left that awful harpy of a woman he calls a wife. The woman holds back her own son from his training, the boy is a Saiyan after all."
"Yeah well," she began but trailed off as more of his words fell into place in her mind. He never said if she was his first. He only talked about how Saiyans had "undying loyalty" to their mates. Did that mean he saw her as his monogamous partner? Mate, he'd said mate, that sounded very animalistic. Bulma wasn't sure how she felt about that, she hadn't even been out of a relationship for a week. Was she ready for another, and with Vegeta?
"Well, what?" Vegeta asked. Growing more and more uncomfortable by the second. He sat up swinging his legs over the edge of her bed and asked his own question, "Did you also assume I raped and murdered my way across the Galaxy?"
Pushing her thoughts aside she regarded the man with his back to her. His back, it was covered in scars from his life before she'd known him. She desperately wanted to reach out and touch him. To press herself into that strong back and coax him back to her side. Deciding if she didn't act now he could leave and this would never get fixed she rose, letting the sheets fall away. Kneeling behind him she wrapped her arms around his shoulders.
"I wasn't sure, I made assumptions based on my own experiences with men," Bulma wrapped her arms around him and didn't let his growl scare her off. "The majority of which are from here on Earth and our history." Bulma kissed his shoulder and he stiffened, "I'm sorry Vegeta, I didn't mean to offend you." Then she kissed his neck and whispered in his ear, "Please, Vegeta. Won't you forgive me."
"Only Radditz did that. I would never, I could never..." Vegeta didn't finish his sentence, not wanting to explain how he felt about that act. He needed to move so he stood from the bed and walked over to the window to gaze out at the moon. He wanted to take away all that had come before him in regards to this female. The idea that she'd ever had to experience the worst of men made his gut turn and his rage build.
"I know, I'm sorry. I don't know why I still thought that way. After experiencing the way you touched me, there never should've been a doubt in my mind that you'd do something so terrible. Please come back to bed." She felt like such a fool, Vegeta had been there for her when she'd fallen apart over what had happened with Yamcha. How could she ever think he would inflict that kind of pain on another, not when he'd seemed to understand it so well. She realized he really did understand it with the way this conversation had turned.
Vegeta turned to look at her and was struck by her beauty. Her soft curves displayed nicely with her position. She sat on her calves, completely naked beckoning him back to the warmth of her bed. Dragging his gaze up her body he stopped when he met her perfect blue eyes. They stayed there for a minute and he watched as she relived the other night in her mind. He returned slowly as she looked at him with the same empathy and understanding he'd given her. Leaning down he pressed his forehead to hers.
"I would never," he said again with more heat and less hurt.
"I know Vegeta," Bulma tipped her face up and pressed a tender kiss to his lips, savoring the contact. "Thank you."
"Let me end him, for you, for your honor. Let me squash the life from him," Vegeta ended with a growl.
"No," Bulma blurted out. "You can't kill Yam-" she was silenced by his fingers pressed to her lips.
"Don't speak his name." He looked down at her lips. "That weakling isn't worthy of having his name cross these lips." Vegeta traced a finger over her lower lip as he slowly razed his eyes to hers with hooded lids
Oh boy, if she didn't know any better, Bulma would've guessed her heart had fallen into his hands that very second. His passionate words of admiration were something she hadn't expected and didn't know she'd wanted to hear. He was undeniably the sexiest man alive when no one was around but her. She felt so special to be the only being on Earth to see this side of the warrior prince.
"Don't kill him please, he knows he messed up - or will soon - and is already regretting it. To live with this regret is his punishment." Bulma said firmly
"Mmm, tu-ak Nevate," he growled seductively. She was a wicked woman, a perfect queen, so he called Bulma his queen in his native tongue. Her devious sense of retribution through life-long-suffering made him purr with desire.
"Huh?" Bulma's big blue eyes widened in confusion not understanding his words, it was now the second time he'd spoken in another language. Each time the words were so heartfelt it made her swoon. The effect of them was stimulating to say the least and she felt moisture polling in her core again.
"Forget it," he said, capturing her lips with his own as her renewed arousal hit his senses.
Pushing her back onto the bed Vegeta laid himself between her thighs, he just couldn't get enough of this blue-eyed goddess.
So Vegeta kept to the gravity chamber and didn't confront the pathetic earthling outside. After several minutes Vegeta lost control and shook the room with his full power. He felt Yamcha pull his own in and retreat. With Yamcha finally gone, Vegeta released a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding with his effort not to viciously murder the other man. Why couldn't the fool just leave the woman alone, he'd done enough damage already and he should just leave her to heal.
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