As I mentioned in the description, most of the stuff that will be added on here is going to be NSFW, so please read ahead with caution. It's been a long time since I've written anything like this, so I might be rusty. So I apologize ahead of time, thanks!

She didn't think about buying it when she first set her eyes on it but then she thought… what the hell, and grabbed the baby doll that was on the display of the lingerie boutique she always went to. It was lacy and barely covered anything beneath it. Surely her husband would like it? Right?

WRONG.

As soon as she stepped right out of the bathroom in her ensemble, Vegeta immediately argued with her about how indecent she was for wearing it, and immediately turned away to cover up the fact that he was blushing. Completely red hot with embarrassment, she went to bed in a pair of sweatpants and a shirt that went all the way down to her knees. Grumbling and muttering to herself, while her husband did very much the same.

She knew that marrying him would come with many obstacles. Number one being his personality, and how standoffish he was with her and keeping his emotions at bay, even if he proved time and time again that he was in love with her. Then there was the other part- the bedroom. The part she hardly connected with him because he was hardly in the mood, or he had other things to worry about.

Now, the first times she had actually seduced him? She thought it was wonderful- that he was wonderful. He was careful and he was passionate when he let himself be swept away by her, and she gave just as much if not more in return. When it was over, he would remain by her side until he felt uncomfortable enough to want to leave.

Bulma knew her husband was a shy man, especially in that department. She had been married for him for… one year now? A year and a couple of months now. He had faced many hurdles in the past and it was only now that he was starting to come around. Accept the fact that he finally had a home with her- with Trunks. He was looking for him more often now, and it warmed her heart to see them start to grow closer.

She just wanted more. She wanted more with Vegeta, and she knew she had to do something about it. Otherwise nothing would change. Which was why she put it on again. Putting the very same baby doll she wore the other night. It was only when she heard him come in did she finally put on a brave face and finally revealed herself to him.

At once, she could see him get flustered and before he could yell or argue with him, she put her fingers on his mouth. ❝No you won't! No I will not take this off! I'll wear it whether you like it or not, got it!? Just because my husband's a prude, doesn't mean I'll not feel sexy or wear the things I want to wear!❞

❝You're insane!❞

❝Is that a yes? I think I heard a yes!❞

Taking her hand now, he swept it aside and she could see now, how flustered he was. Clearly seeing her dressed like this affected him in some way?

❝Prude?! I am not a prude!❞ Vegeta exclaimed loudly. ❝I am not a fruit.❞

Her expression deadpanned at his words. ❝I think you meant prune, Vegeta. PRUNE.❞

❝Well whatever it is, I am not- that!❞ He exclaimed louder. He couldn't understand why she was so bothered by this, or why she would wear something like that around him. It hardly did anything to cover up… anything, and he could see… her.

❝You can't even look at me...❞ She hesitated. He was looking away from her, and honestly? That was one self esteem killer right there. She was beautiful, and sexy. Any man would worship the ground she stood on. But Vegeta? He wasn't even looking at her, especially when she was dressed like this. For HIM. ❝Don't you like me anymore? Is that what this is…?❞

She looked like she was on the verge of tears, and now he was going to face the fact that she was upset and now ready to cry. Eventually, he sat right there on the edge of the bed before her and he took her hand, making her turn to look at him. ❝I don't… not like you...❞

When she heard him say those words, she immediately jumped right on top of his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. Coming from such an emotionally constipated man? That meant so much! ❝You mean it!? You like me?❞ She teased. ❝Like me like you love me?~❞

❝I said what I said! Don't make me repeat myself!❞ He exclaimed loudly- his body completely stiffened beneath her now that she was right on his lap. Clearly whatever she had on had an effect on him, and he was downright embarrassed for allowing his body to react that way. Bulma didn't really see it that way. She gave him a knowing smile and leaned in to kiss his lips. ❝You know I can help you with that if you let me...❞

By now, his entire face was red, and he could tell that Bulma wasn't going to let this go so easily. ❝And if I say yes, will you leave me alone?❞

❝Oh no, my dear husband. You don't understand...❞ Slowly, she rocked her hips right over him, eliciting a sharp gasp from him, and she completely enjoyed the bedroom look in his eyes. ❝As long as you… how did you say it… don't not like me? I'm going to keep loving you like this...❞ She peppered soft kisses along his neck, and she smiled when he felt him arch into her. ❝That's not going to stop for a very, very long time, Vegeta. I'm not going anywhere...❞

She displayed her power when she pushed him right back so that she was laying right above him. A smug grin on her lips when she saw the beautiful flush of arousal on Vegeta's face. The way he was looking at her like he did the first time they had each other.

❝And what if I change my mind?❞ He challenged. Though Bulma simply shook her head, and wrapped her hand right around his neck. She didn't have the strength to keep him down like this, but Vegeta? He simply enjoyed the audacity she had for trying to do so. He didn't move at all and waited to see what she would do to him.

❝No… no that's never going to happen...❞ She lowered down, and gently tugged his lower lip between her teeth, eliciting a deep, animalistic groan from him. ❝Not if I can help it...❞

Sitting back up again, she tugged his boxers down- as far as she could, revealing his arousal. ❝My, my… someone's excited...❞

❝Must you be so crass?!❞ He exclaimed loudly. His hands over his eyes, refusing to let her see him like this. So weak. So vulnerable. But she pulled his hands away so she could see how he was visibly affected by her. ❝I'm not letting that slide, Vegeta. I want to look at you...❞ She was careful when she wrapped her hand around him; guiding him between her legs before ultimately sliding down his length. ❝I want to look at you while I fuck you.❞

Vegeta was not really a man of many words, but when she had him like this? He cried out loudly. Sometimes in a language she couldn't understand, and she was going to safely assume it was an alien language from the odd dialect. Probably Saiyan.

❝Say that again, yeah?❞ She moaned- her hands lowered to his chest, to his abdomen as she rode him. In that moment- in that very precise moment, he immediately gave into her. His hands going right to her waist, moving along with her as he finally gave into his instincts. ❝Wretched! Vulgar! Woman!❞ He managed to growl out loudly, and she simply laughed in his face. ❝You like it, Vegeta. You love it.❞

She was so bold, and so unforgiving as she took his pleasure to new heights. But above all? She was happy. Happy that he let her in just a little more, and that he enjoyed her just as much as she enjoyed him…

It was several hours later that night when she finally collapsed over him. Exhausted- barely able to catch her breath. Completely taken by surprise by him and his libido that night. He had wanted more, and she gladly gave it to him. But she was only human, and she had expunged most of her energy, and she was sure she was going to be sore tomorrow morning. Worth it.

❝So...❞ She shifted above him when she finally found the strength to move. Her fingers brushed over his lips as she looked at her husband. ❝You want me to wear this thing again yes, or no…?❞

A pause. ❝Yes?❞

❝Yes?~❞

❝You heard my answer!❞

❝Tsk, tsk. Don't raise your voice at me like that. Not after what I did to you.~❞

His lips formed a pout, and he simply nodded his response to her. He hated to admit it, but… he really did like this flimsy material she was wearing. It was hardly effective as clothing or armor, but he enjoyed how it looked on her. How it swayed and how it… didn't really cover any part of her.

❝Good...❞ Eventually, she nestled close to him and nuzzled into his neck. He thought it was over now, and now he was just going to sleep this off for the rest of the night. That is… until she spoke up again.

❝I have it in eight different colors, so you're going to have to help me pick out which one you like the best.~❞ She hummed. His eyes flew wide open, and he looked down at his wife, who was already starting to doze off in her embrace. Whatever she was up to, he was sure she was far from finished and he knew for a fact that she wasn't going to stop. That thought alone made him excited…

She predicted right. He really loved it.