AN: Hi guys. I'm back! It's been a while, I know but what can I say - life happens. And a lot of life stuff had been happening this past year. Wrapped a big project at work two weeks ago, have been in the process of home renovations - and that's no jokes y'all. Also, Covid-19.

Anyway - here's the next chapter. It's not as censored as some of the previous chapters. Sorry not sorry.

Chapter 10: The Natural Progression of Things

Bulma paced restlessly down the length of her room, wondering, not for the first time, if she was doing the right thing. She was in one of her more provocative sets of lingerie, her curly hair fluffed out and smelling of strawberries and cream and her skin was soft, almost gleaming with the strawberry scented lotion she had painstakingly rubbed onto her body after her bath.

She had purposely prepared herself to be thoroughly fucked by the genocidal, still slightly evil (for all Bulma knew), alien Prince that was currently residing in her family compound. And, now that she had a moment to think about that without being bombarded by the utter sexiness of said alien in her immediate vicinity, Bulma realized that there was a chance that she might be just a bit insane. She didn't know Vegeta. Not really. She knew what he had the potential to become, based on the existence of her time travelling future daughter. But, she didn't know how far current Vegeta was from the megalomaniac he had been on Namek, and how close he was to the Vegeta he would be when they would have apparently conceived their first child before the appearance of the androids, if the timeline had remained uninterrupted. One thing Bulma knew for sure however, was that the frenzied hunger and anticipation she was feeling when thinking about him, was not a natural progression of feeling and attraction. It was simply happening too fast. Whether that would be a good or bad thing in the end, remains to be seen.

"Fuck it" she hissed out in exasperation. All the thinking and overthinking in the universe didn't change the fact that her body was currently aching with need. Her core throbbing with the elevated beat of her heart. Things had already gone way too far. All the teasing and playing had primed her body into an expectation that wouldn't be denied. She paused on her fifth rotation of her room, looking into the row of full length mirrors lining the wall before her bed. She looked good. She felt good. And she was done playing /Bulma saw the glint of determination in her mirrored eyes a moment before she stripped herself from her racy underthings. When she was completely nude, she grabbed the pale pink silk robe that hung off her bedpost and pulled it over her bare skin.

Some of her apprehension returned as she reached the door to Vegeta's rooms, the doubts once again creeping in despite her earlier determination. She stood, shifting from foot to foot, cold creeping up underneath her short robe from the cold hallway tiles. She worried her bottom lip with her teeth, wondering if he was in there, waiting for her, or if he too recognized the madness of this situation. Then she scoffed, thinking, of course he didn't. People with dicks hardly second guess their intentions once the brains in their lower heads have become invested. And my oh my, she had certainly spared no effort in making sure that lower brain of his was fully and fixatedly invested. The memories of it flitted through her head, making her body heat and dispelling the last of her apprehensions. She reached for the door handle and turned, surprised and delighted to find it unlocked, then she stepped into the carpeted interior of Vegeta's rooms. It was sparsely decorated, all neutral colors and minimalistic furniture placement, befitting its state as a guest suite. Not much effort was made to personalize the space despite his long habitation of these rooms. The desk in the corner had no knick knacks littering its surface except a single book. The wardrobe doors were closed. Its mysterious contents were kept hidden. He had nothing lying around. Not even clothes. A big contrast to Bulma's own chaotic space. The only eye-catching feature of the room was its current occupant, lying completely naked on crumpled white sheets. The dips and valleys of his hard, muscular body were accentuated by the light streaming from the open doorway of the room's attached bathroom. The balcony doors were also open to the night, the moonlight beaming in from the half-full moon further illuminating his mouth watering figure.

Their eyes caught, his brow was raised in amusement as he watched her and it was only then that Bulma realized that she had subconsciously stalled in her advance into the room and was now gawking at him like a dumbass. Damn it. She thought, chagrined, then her face turned sly as she loosened her robe tie in an attempt to regain the upper hand in their little battle of seduction, momentarily forgetting her resolve to stop playing games. But… hell. That was a stupid resolve if she ever made one. She was Bulma fucking Briefs. She would never stop attempting to get one up on those she considered her opponents. And she loved the fact that this male pushed back. Unintimidated and just as combative. She loved a challenge. The silk slid free from her body, revealing her nudity beneath, and Vegeta's smirk of amusement became a hard look of intent. The silk hit the floor and his gaze hit her, travelling down her body in a lazy perusal, pausing on those areas most appealing to him. She shivered, feeling her nipples tighten under his hot eyes. Her pulse was thumping in anticipation so strong she could feel it beating in her core and she squeezed her legs together in an attempt to ease the ache of her emptiness inside her. She watched in fascination as his nostrils flared slightly, then her eyes fell to the appendage between his legs. She couldn't help but notice its limp state when she first entered the room. Now, it was anything but. It was quite a sight to behold, thick and so… so deliciously big. Bigger than any she'd previously had. Not that she'd had many. Only two besides Yamcha, being that their on again off again state of affairs had twice driven her into taking a lover when their one off period became too long. A girl had needs after all. But then, he'd inevitably come slinking back with promises and professions of undying love. And Bulma would fall for it over and over again. Maybe she really was insane. Suffice to say, Bulma was very glad that part of her life was finally over, because it had been getting rather old.

"Did you bring it?" Vegeta's voice suddenly cut through her ogling of his junk, husky and low - its raspy, gravelly tenor more pronounced with his obvious lust. His eyes were similarly trained on her naked lady parts.

"What?" she replied, confused at his question.

"The pill." he clarified, shifting his body so that he was laying on his side, propped up on one elbow, peering at her through the semi dark. A little crease formed between his brows. Impatience at her delayed reply, probably.

"No." she answered. "I took it already. Earlier this evening." She explained before the crease between his brows could deepen any further. "I have to take it at the same time every day for it to be most effective." She continued her explanation as she started approaching the bed. She stopped when she reached the edge, her hips level with his face, close enough that if he wanted to, he could lean forward and faceplant himself into her groin. Her thighs parted as she cocked a hip to one side, settling a fist on it. It was a position of power and dominance. He recognized it quickly, dragging his gaze away her sex to meet her challenging grin with one of his own. A lesser man would have shifted position to even the odds. Vegeta was no lesser anything, secure in his own superiority even when reclining beneath her. Kami, but she loved the games that they played. Then, suddenly, his grin faded and that worried frown was back on his face.

"Wait. What do you mean 'most effective'?" he asked her skeptically. "Just how effective is this so-called hormone drug?" his tone was thick with accusation. Bulma rolled her eyes in exasperation.

"Quite so, when used as directed." Then she slid one knee onto the bed, all the while continuing her lecture, "If taken daily at the same time, with no missed days, then you're at 98% effectiveness." She slid one hand up his torso and on to the middle of his chest, pushing slightly. After only a moment's hesitation, he slumped back, settling on his back. Bulma's other leg came up, swinging over his body to settle on the other side of him. Then she sat down over his abdomen, straddling him and acutely aware that the wet, most intimate part of her was pressed up against those heavily muscled plains. "As a scientist who knows that nothing in life is 100% guaranteed, I'm quite comfortable working with those odds. Don't you agree?" she whispered, her own voice going sultry as the lust and anticipation of what is to come, built. His eyes remained fixed on hers, speculative. Then he grunted once in affirmation, the seriousness draining out of his gaze to be once again replaced by desire. His hand came up to grip her thighs, squeezing softly.

"Don't worry, lover." she whispered, not being able to keep the teasing from her tone, "I won't be popping out any Saiyan-human hybrids any time soon."

His grip on her thighs tightened, a quick twinge of pain accompanying the move before it slackened and he said, "Any time, ever." with a tone clipped with warning. Bulma's grin widened, then she rolled her hips lazily over his hard stomach, a spike of pleasure following in the wake of the action, making her breath hitch.

"Whatever you say, Princey-poo." she taunted. Then leaned forward, raising up on her knees to cut the contact from their bodies, placing one hand beside his head, she stretched the other between their bodies and ran a single digit up his length playfully. Leaning further down until their mouths were a breath apart, she whispered against his lips, "Are you ready for me, big boy?" punctuating the daring question with a hard grip on his member, stroking it once from root to tip.

She watched his eyes widen for a fraction of a second, then his hands left her thighs to grip her hips. Suddenly she was hiked upwards, pitching forward momentarily, a surprised gasp escaping her throat - surprised, because she fully expected to be yanked downward onto that deliciously hard errection, but was instead pulled upward. One of her hands went up to catch herself on the wall before she face-planted into it and she suddenly found herself straddling Vegeta's face. Before her brain could catch up what the actual fuck just happened she felt his warm wet tongue on her sex. She gasped an inarticulate "Gah!" of unexpected delight and then heard, and felt, that gravelly voice mumble something between her legs. Something that sounded like 'taste better... mumble mumble... source" Before her brain could catch up and decipher what was likely said, his tongue came back, scattering her senses once more and she moaned at the sensation, her hips giving an involuntary jerk.

"Kami fuck." She gasped out, feeling his tongue work her, tentatively at first, then plunging deep. She wanted to roll her hip and grind herself into his face but his grip on her hips held her almost immobile. The sensation of being restrained ramped up her pleasure even further. It felt insanely good, but also really frustrating since she wanted that talented appendage to attend her elsewhere as well.

"Vegeta... please" she moaned. Trying once again to swivel her hips to get him to where she wanted him. He must have noted the tortured note in her voice because he stopped his oral assault. She peered down to his face, even in the dark recognizing that he was watching her curiously. Then, from between her legs he asked,

"What do you need, Bulma?"

Bulma's eyes widened at that, the question so straightforward that at first, she didn't know what to say to it. Then she remembered their moment in the infirmary, his admission that, although he wasn't a virgin, he didn't fully understand human anatomy enough to maximize her pleasure. She needed to show him what she liked. The thought of it caused a niggling of uncharacteristic shyness to blossom in her chest. But… It also excited her. She felt her already flushed face heat further as she considered her possibilities, her body was tingling in excitement as ideas flitted through her mind, and desires that she had long since kept buried rear their naughty little heads in interest. She had always been a very expressive person, including her wants in the bedroom department. Her wantonness, however, was not always appreciated. When she had first started experimenting with Yamcha, who she knew to be a notorious prude - going as far as fainting at the sight of a female before she managed to train him out of that silly behavior - she had quickly discovered that her boldness in the bedroom could be quite intimidating to her poor boyfriend. Going so far as to be somewhat off putting to him. So she toned it down and settled for more… vanilla type relations.

Now however, she had the opportunity to unleash the sexpot within and she wondered how her new lover would react. If she had to guess, she would say from their little games these last few days, there was a good chance that the sexpot would be favorably received. But, there really was only one way to find out. With saucy little lip quirk that she was sure he wouldn't miss, even in the darkness, she trailed one hand down her belly towards her sex, eyes fixed to his until he dropped his gaze to her hand. Like that day in the infirmary, she started pleasuring herself, her back arching involuntarily at the little zing that accompanied the motion. Although there wasn't enough light for her to make out his face completely, shadowed as it was between her spread thighs, she knew his eyes were fixed on what her fingers were doing. She rocked her hips slightly and moaned, getting off on her own show.

Her voice was nearly a whisper when she said, "I want you mouth on me, doing what my fingers are doing. Just. Like. This." she said under laborious breaths and had barely finished her request when one of his hands left her hips and swiped at the one between her legs, batting it away. Then he did just what she asked him, and fuck if it wasn't exactly what she needed. This time, he didn't restrain her too much as she bucked into his mouth. This time, there was no frustration, only pure bliss as she felt that telltale knot in her womb start tightening, signaling the build of her orgasm, all the while she was chanting encouragement under her breath, her voice growing louder the closer she got to her peak, her hands clenched on the top of the headboard. Vegeta was relentless in the pursuit of her pleasure, attentive to her body's cues, more so than she ever experienced with any of her past lovers and that turned her on even more. And suddenly, she was right there, teetering on the precipice of what she was expecting to be a phenomenal orgasm. His mouth closed around that bundle of nerves at the apex of her sex and sucked. She shot over the edge with a loud "Oh Fuck!" as her whole body tightened for an endless moment in time before exploding in spasms of pleasure. Wave upon wave of it washing over her until she thought she might drown in it. And still, he kept at her, making her climax last seemingly forever.

Then the first hints of over-sensitized pain started intruding on her bliss and she jerked as if electrocuted. She didn't even have to ask this time. It was as if he knew to stop. Then she felt the inertia as she was spun around and settled on her back. Vegeta was hovering over her, the dim lighting casting shadows on the angles of his face and silhouetting his flame-shaped hair. Then he shifted his position, and she felt the heavy length of him sliding down between them until she felt the him notched at her opening.
She was breathing hard, still coming down from her high. He was watching her intensely, looking all of the regal that ran in his blood, even if his lips and jaw was currently shining with her wet. Just that look, and she was ready for more. Her core once again aching with emptiness, demanding to be filled. And he was right there. She lifted her knees up, spreading her legs wider in nonverbal invitation, then lifted her hips in an attempt to get him to slide the rest of himself inside her. He didn't budge. Not an inch… and the frustration was back. Again. Damn the male.

"Vegeta!" she scolded, glaring at him in irritation. His lip quirked, amusement briefly flitting across his harsh features. That pissed her off even more. The fiend, and she couldn't keep the growl out of her voice when she demanded, "stop fucking around and fucking fuck me!"

Just like her last request, the words were barely out of her mouth before he gave her exactly what she needed and sank into her with one brutal thrust. She gasped, his girth causing a slight twinge of pain as he entered her, stretching her, despite the fact that he'd thoroughly prepared her beforehand. Her gasp was barely heard over the groan Vegeta let out as he rooted himself inside her and she heard him grunt something in a language unknown to her. Then he retreated, slowly. The glide of him through her sensitive inner tissue caused her to shiver pleasurably. When he was almost all the way out, he lunged back in, and the shiver turned into a jolt from the pressure as he once again bottomed out, forcing an almost undignified mewl from her throat. He set a steady, almost unhurried pace after that, languorously rolling and thrusting his hips into hers and she would have been shouting in frustration if she wasn't feeling so deliciously full every time he seated himself to the hilt, and damn, if he didn't find that secret good place inside her upon each and every one of those slow rolls of his hips. So, as much as she loved orgasms, she recognized savoring when she felt it and Vegeta, Prince of Saiyan, intergalactic mercenary of the formerly PTO was savoring her pussy. And she loved that.

She also loved that he was discerning enough to know when to pick up the pace and progress from savoring into fucking because damn, the man could do that too, and do it with the same finesse as he had with the slow, languorous thrusting. It wasn't long until he was hammering into her, hard and fast, his thrusts necessitating that she plant one hand on the headboard above her or he'd have fucked her into the wall by now. She did not care one iota though, it felt too damn good. Her climax barreled towards her like a freight train and when it was upon her. She cursed and keened, jerking like a fish on a line barely aware that the Saiyan atop her had stopped, planted himself and was going off with her. He had buried his face in her neck and was making sexy growly sounds that could be actual words and could also not be since one again, she didn't recognize the language.

She didn't care one way or the other though. At that moment Bulma was feeling very, very good. The post orgasmic bliss settled into her bones, turning it into rubber. Vegeta's chest was pumping up and down against hers, fast at first, then slowing as he settled. His lips were skimming the skin of her throat softly, then she felt his tongue as he started planting open mouthed kisses in her neck. Her heart squeezed once, an aching sensation, disrupting her mellow as her mind replayed the image of the Bulma and Vegeta of the future, kissing lazily after their Gravity Room sexcapade. Very clearly, very deeply in love. Her hand went up to tangle in her Vegeta's hair, caressing his scalp and she felt the hand that was still on her hip, where it had been anchoring her while she was taking him deep, squeeze subtly. It was sweet. Really sweet. Unexpectedly sweet. It wasn't, however, what was between the couple in the video - that, she realized - hoped - would come with time. With the natural progression of things. It wasn't love, no. It was, however, a start.

AN: I just want to let everyone that reviewed know that I appreciate the encouragement. I'll do my best to see this story through.