With only fifteen minutes to go, Bulma was starting to get nervous.
Would he even show up? It was a bit of a wild request: to come to her room in the middle of a night and have sex with her, as if that was some sort of reasonable solution to finally rid themselves of this sexual tension. One that seemed doomed to fail, if she was being honest. And while she wanted to use his body as a personal jungle gym, she wasn't so sure about Vegeta. Yes, it was clear he wanted her, but was he the type of person to just let his inhibitions go so easily? Just in case he did show up, though, she was going to be ready.
For the better part of an hour she tried on every single piece of lingerie she had, opting for a revealing yet relatively innocuous pink bra and panties set. She shaved every inch of her body, applied a very expensive hair mask and preened in front of a mirror, her hands running over every smooth piece of visible skin. Every inch of her room was clean, and she put on some mood lighting and lit sandalwood candles that made the air smell sexy and sweet.
While the room looked nice, she was very, very anxious.
And horny. Very, very horny. The anticipation of him touching her–and of her touching him–was making her ache with want. Whatever switch had turned on during that flight from the Berkshire Room was now impossible to turn off. Whether she was tinkering around the lab or fast asleep, she was filled with illicit thoughts of the Saiyan prince throwing her on the bed and fucking her so hard she was rendered speechless.
Sitting on the bed in a silk robe, she watched as each minute passed, until finally she heard a knock on her door.
"One second!" She begged her heart to stop racing. This was it. This was it.
She sauntered over to the door, flatted down her hair one last time and swung it open. On the other side stood Vegeta, his arms crossed, and she swore to herself that he was blushing.
"So nice of you to join me." She tried to make herself sound as cool as possible, but inside she was a bundle of nerves.
He stepped in and examined her room. Tidier than usual, he thought to himself. Last time he was in here, it was a maze of discarded outfits, old cups of coffee and a litany of papers stacked on every surface. Now it was pristine.
She watched as his eyes grazed the ceiling, the floor and the walls–everywhere except on her. Feeling blood rushing to her cheeks, she adjusted her robe to cling tighter to herself.
"So, you're taking me up on my offer?" She asked coyly.
"I'm here, aren't I?" He responded, his voice curt. She nodded her head. "First thing's first. I want to clear up a few things before we…if we're going to…"
She waited in anticipation. What things could he possibly want to clear up? She had a feeling he wanted this just as much as he did, how hungrily he consumed her the days before, and now he was standing in her room. There was nothing much else to talk about.
"Go on," she said encouragingly. "Name your terms."
"This doesn't mean we're friends," Vegeta said quickly. "Nor does it mean we're…involved." His tongue rolled over the word and it made Bulma laugh. When he shot daggers in her direction, she immediately stopped.
"Okay," she said, stifling another bout of laughter. "And?"
"I don't want you getting any ideas about what this is to become." This was a statement meant for them both. "This is strictly sexual. An urge to get out of the way, do you understand?"
"So, like friends with benefits?" She offered. He glowered.
"No, we're not friends." He frowned. "This is more of a mutual understanding. One that is purely about sex and nothing more."
She could agree to that. What did she expect to happen, really? That one day he would be the father of her children? That they would marry and ride off happily into the sunset, hand-in-hand? No, the Saiyan was not built like Earth men. He did not dream of a family or of a life of human monotony. A purely sexual relationship was something that might do them both a bit of good.
"Okay, deal." She outstretched her hand. He looked at it for a moment, uncrossing his arms to reluctantly take it before giving it a single shake. "So, shall we get started?"
Before, their desire was white hot, an iron bursting out of a bed of crimson coals. This seemed much more sterile.
Vegeta awkwardly shrugged. "I don't know, woman, what do Earth people normally do when they're starting this type of thing?"
Bulma thought about it for a moment. Most normal Earthlings would properly date, or at least go on a date to see if they liked one another, and only when they decided they both were into it, retire to a private room and continue their elongated passion there. This was very different. She sat down on the bed and opened up her robe, revealing her lacy underwear, and then patted the space next to her.
"You can start by sitting down," she purred. His eyes fixated on her breasts.
For his credit, Vegeta had maintained a lot of control. It took a lot of courage for him to come to her room in the first place because it admitted she was somewhat right about him. He paced for an hour before coming down the hall, considering all the ways in which this might blow up in his face. What if she got too attached? What if she took away from his training?
Ultimately, his raging hormones won out. What started out as an awkward moment was now brewing into the familiar pull he felt when he was with her, and looking at her perfect body draped in silk and lace, he started to salivate.
He knew she expected him to sit down next to her, to awkwardly fumble around her body as they eased into this new arrangement. But he couldn't help himself. He walked to the foot of the bed and stood directly in front of her, her eyes so big and blue staring up at him, and gently grabbed her head. He ran his bare fingers through her silky soft hair, letting his thumbs drag on her temples.
Pink bled on her cheeks and her jaw went slack. This was the moment he had been thinking about for days.
"Woman, if you only knew the things I am going to do to you tonight."
He gently pushed her back on the bed and climbed on top of her, peeling off the sides of her robe away from her body. Straddling her hips, he traced a line from her collar bone to her navel, resting just above her panty line.
"I hope you don't have an attachment to these," he said menacingly. All she could manage was a shake of her head.
Looping a finger around the front band of her bra, he pulled up, snapping it in two. He moved the cups aside and admired her perfectly round breasts, her pink nipples sitting like pebbles across a perfectly manicured beach. His hands caressed them and she let out a tiny moan. The sound of it was the most beautiful thing he had ever heard.
He bent down and kissed the center of her sternum, planting soft kisses all the way down her stomach. He slid off the bed and knelt before gripping her hips and pulling her down to the edge. Again, he looped his fingers around the sides and ripped.
Whatever he thought he was expecting, this was even better. She was fully exposed to him now, her center so perfect and glistening with anticipation. Bringing his head to her, he deeply inhaled, taking in the sweet scent of her.
"Remember, Bulma," he breathed against her skin as he lowered his lips down to her. "Don't fall in love with me."
As soon as the words escaped his mouth, his tongue was pressed against her clit. Greedily, he licked, using one hand to open her soft folds. It was everything. Each taste sent blood pulsating down his body, and his cock throbbed as she moaned even louder. His eyes watched as she responded to his soft lapping. Underneath her grip, the sheets rode up.
"Oh, god," she panted. "Oh, yes."
He drove his mouth even harder, letting his teeth graze the top of her clit. In response, her hips wiggled. Cupping her ass, he brought her closer to him so that her pussy was perfectly square with his face. His tongue flat, he dragged it from the bottom to the top, letting the tip hit her most sensitive spot. She squealed in delight.
With each lick, she grew wetter and wetter. Gently, he inserted a finger inside of her. Warmth surrounded him as it slid in and he nearly lost all control. She was so tight and so deliciously hot. If this was what human women felt like, he could understand why Kakarot had stayed so long.
He pumped once, then again, before she started rocking into him. As she rode his fingers, his tongue lapped against her clit and he shook his head slightly to give her a bit of a tease.
"Do you want more, woman?" He purred into her thigh. Her breathing was heavy as she eked out a "yes."
Another finger joined the first and he took great pleasure in stretching her out. So inviting and warm, her pussy was unlike anything he had ever experienced in his life. Bucking her hips, she mewled. That's when Vegeta noticed Bulma's hands had gone from clenching her bed to delicately stroking her nipples. Watching her pleasure herself while he pleasured her too ignited a fury of lust within him.
"Oh, Vegeta," she said as electricity ran through her veins. "Please, don't stop."
Greedily, she pushed herself into Vegeta's hands. Not once with Yamcha had she ever experienced a pleasure so pure, so uninhibited. Suddenly, she wanted more of him. She wanted his cock inside her, him fucking her on the bed, on the floor, in the shower, all over this room. A wave of pleasure cascaded over her and she could feel her orgasm starting to build.
"I'm going to cum," she whimpered, pinching her nipples as Vegeta worked his tongue.
"I want you to cum," he said breathlessly against her clit. "It won't be your first of the evening."
His words sent her into overdrive. Release washed over her and her muscles contracted. As they did, Vegeta continued his assault on her clit with his tongue while pushing his fingers all the way in to feel her respond. The way she moved against him was nothing short of a religious experience.
When she was finally done, Vegeta stood up and removed his clothes. She remained splayed on the bed, her pussy still throbbing and her face completely flushed. As his hands pulled down his pants, she waited in anticipation to see just how big the Saiyan prince really was. Over the last few days, she had seen a preview or two, but underneath someone's clothes it's always hard to tell.
Out from his boxer briefs sprang the length of him, thick and hard. It was massive.
"Oh my," she whispered, pulling herself up from the bed. She removed her robe completely and watched as he kicked his discarded clothes to the side.
"I think you owe me, woman," he smiled. "On your knees."
Bulma was not a submissive person by any measure of the word. But when he commanded her, it made her ache with pleasure. Whatever he wanted her to do, she was sure to do it.
She slipped off the bed and got to her knees, sliding up to Vegeta's hips. Placing one hand on his side and the other at the base of his cock, she watched as it throbbed in front of him. He was so, so big. Tentatively, she put her lips to the head and looked up at him. He was watching her with a hungry anticipation.
"Put it all in your mouth," he commanded, placing his palm to the back of her head. "I want you to take all of me."
Bulma had only had one cock in her mouth before, and this was much, much larger. She pushed past the head and Vegeta let out a little groan. Pushing her head slightly forward as encouragement, Vegeta pressed his hips, letting the warmth of her mouth wrap around his length. She continued to suck, letting her tongue brush the bottom of his shaft before swirling around his sensitive head.
"Woman," he gasped, continuing to push her head forward.
Bulma kept taking him in, stretching her mouth and imagining his cock stretching out her pussy, filling her so completely that pain mixed with pleasure. She throbbed in response. More and more slid in and suddenly she wanted very badly for him to punish her with it. She wanted him to take hold of her hair and force it in, so wild and feral that they were no longer human but animals.
When she finally got to the base of his shaft, she gagged slightly, tears streaming down her face in black rivers of mascara. Through a blur of tears, she looked up and saw Vegeta smirking.
"You're a naughty little minx," he growled. "Do you like being told what to do?"
She nodded, clasping a hand to his pulsating cock and moving it up and down in tandem with her mouth. She released her mouth, gasping for air. As her chest heaved, she stroked him, gripping him tightly and quickly.
His head cocked back and he let out a low groan. She was positively insatiable. If he didn't bend her over this bed and fuck her soon, he might die.
"Get up," he commanded. "On the bed."
Without letting go of his cock, she rose to her feet, stroking him between them as they were now eye to eye. Lips crashed against each other and he brought his hands to her face, devouring her in a single swoop. Hungrily, they let their mouths caress one another, their tongues dancing as she continued to hold him.
He moved his hands to her ass and picked her up with ease, and then threw her down on the bed. Splayed and wanting, she pushed back against the pillows and waited for him to crawl on top of her, but he shook his head.
"Turn around," he instructed. This truly was animalistic, she thought. Getting on her hands and knees, she pressed her hips up, giving him full access to her delicious center. Whenever she did exactly as she was told, a thrill raced through him.
Standing at the edge of the bed, he squared his hips to hers. Placing his cock at her entrance, he rubbed the head alongside her slick womanhood. In one quick thrust, he was inside her, filling her up beyond measure. At first, jolts of pain flooded her body, but the more he moved in and out, the wetter she grew.
He grabbed her hair and gripped. Skin slapped against skin and Bulma felt all her inhibitions splinter. The roughness of his hands, the pressure of his touch, his throbbing cock punishing her this way: It lit a fire so chaotic in her she swore she was having an out of body experience. With each thrust, she panted and quaked, her knees wobbling against the mattress.
And then there was Vegeta. Never had he felt something so tight, so warm and delicious. Despite his preamble, actually having her bound a much deeper cord. She was his, and his alone. As long as he lived on Earth, no one else could have her. He fucked her hard, slamming himself into her as if frenzied, gasps of pleasure escaping her lips as he felt his cock harden even more.
Pressure was building and he knew he wasn't going to last much longer. Bulma was also starting to come undone. She lifted a hand to her clit and began to rub as he punished her, rapidly drawing circles to capture her peak climax.
"I'm coming to cum," she panted. "Please, let me cum."
"You're not going without me," he grunted, adjusting his grip on her hips and penetrating even deeper.
Pleasure boiled over and she couldn't help herself. Release washed over her and her pussy contracted, gripping Vegeta's cock so fully he could feel every nerve ending. He let go, spilling inside of her warm cunt. As he did, he ran his hand gently up her spine. When he finally released, he watched as his cum spilled out of her tight hole.
"Jesus," Bulma collapsed on the bed and rolled over. Vegeta stood there panting.
"Fuck, woman." A bead of sweat fell down his face. "You're incredible."
"Was that a compliment?" She smiled coyly.
He didn't answer, instead he turned his attention back to his discarded clothes. As he pulled them on, Bulma watched in curiosity and disbelief. It wasn't as though she expected Vegeta to snuggle into bed with her after they were done–that was not part of their arrangement, after all–but she hoped he might at least stay and chat a bit. Then again, that didn't seem like something the Saiyan prince did.
"I'll see you tomorrow," he said stoically as he pulled back on his pants. Bulma was suddenly very self aware of her naked body and leaned over to grab her robe from the floor, pulling it close to shield herself from him.
"That's it?"
"What do you mean, 'that's it?'" Vegeta asked incredulously. "This is precisely what we agreed to."
Bulma frowned. "Fine then." She pulled her robe shut and drew her legs closer to her body, his warm cum still pooling. His behavior felt like some sort of violation. "I'll see you tomorrow."
Vegeta didn't even bother to look at her when he left the room, opting instead to charge straight to his. Truth was, Vegeta needed to get out of that room before he did something stupid, like lie there with her and caress her hair, or trail kisses down her body all night long. He hoped once the air cleared and the fog of sex clouding his mind finally dissipated, he would be able to see this for what it was supposed to be: an arrangement.
In that moment of release, his mind was filled with these visions of her and only her. And when he was done, he was not left with a feeling of satisfaction. In fact, it was quite the opposite. The insatiable hunger for her had only grown. This was not an itch that needed to be scratched, this was much, much worse.
He wanted the woman all to himself. Not just tonight. Not just tomorrow. Forever.
The thought alone made him sick.
