"Gods above, you are a vulgar woman."

Vegeta smiled, unable to hide his pleasure. They were laying on their sides, facing each other. Her leg was wrapped around his hip, her wetness rubbing against the length of his erection. "Are you sure this is adequate? You don't want me to wear one of those rubber sock things?"

Bulma snorted. "Vegeta, all I want is you inside me. Now." With that last demand, she roughly pushed her hips against him.

Fine. He could give her what she wanted.

He pounced, flipping her onto her back and mounting himself on top of her. Surprise filled her face, her mouth gaping open slightly at the sudden movement. He grinned at her from above.

She looked absolutely divine. Like a true goddess underneath him. Her tangled blue locks spread across the bed, her face flushed with arousal. Her perfect, creamy, breasts bared to him. He wished he could freeze time and remain in this moment for eternity. That would be his personalized heaven.

Bulma gained her senses back, giving him a smug little smile as she reached up and brought her hands to the back of his head. Her nails lightly scratched at his scalp, her fingers weaving into his hair. He suppressed a groan.

"I hope you're ready, Bulma."

She bit her lip and nodded eagerly at him. He had been waiting for this moment for longer than he realized.

He wrenched her legs apart, hiking one up and over his hip. He gripped his cock and slowly rubbed it upwards against her slick entrance. She made an unholy sort of sound that made something inside him quiver for a moment.

She was completely drenched.

Vegeta wasted no time: he propped himself up with one arm, gripping her hair tightly with the other. She gasped, grinding against him. He pushed, slowly filling her.

Gods she was so fucking wet. Her pussy was tight, her warmth enveloping him easily. She arched her back, eagerly taking him in. He felt a strange twinge of pride at that. She didn't hesitate or pull back from his size: she was absolutely hungry for him. Even though he was larger than she was used to, she took him enthusiastically.

With a final thrust, he was fully inside her. A groan finally escaped him. Her pussy was gripping him like nothing he had ever felt before.

"Kami, Vegeta," she managed to whisper, her body quivering. Her eyes were closed, her mouth agape.

"Brace yourself," he warned her. He gave her hair a less than gentle tug, eliciting a soft cry from her. "If I get too rough for you, you tell me. Understand?"

She nodded, her head tethered down by his grip.

"Say it," he growled, pulling himself part of the way out of her. "Tell me you understand."

Her eyes popped open. She stared at him for a moment, reading him. He wasn't sure what she saw, but her expression appeared to soften. "I'll tell you if you get too rough."

"Good." He tested her by slamming himself back inside her. She let out an ungodly cry. He was about to ask her if he should stop when she bucked her hips back into him.

"Yes," she hissed. "Keep going."

A thrill flipped through his insides. He released his grip on her hair, reaching down to palm at her breast. She whimpered, writhing under him. She felt so wet, so tight, it was magnificent.

He found a rhythm, sliding himself in and out of her with a crystal clear focus. Every sound she made was musical to him. Everything he did caused a reaction. The lightest touch on her breast, the simplest motion of his hips caused her to gasp, to moan.

He was becoming unraveled, her warm walls clenching him. He picked up the pace, completely crashing himself inside her. She was crying out with every thrust, wrapping her legs around his hips, her arms around his back. Her nails were scratching into his skin, and it just added to the pressure that was building inside him.

But Vegeta refused to cum until she did.

Bulma seemed to be on the cusp: her breathing was erratic, the noises she made were wild. Her body was glistening with sweat.

He smirked, an evil thought crossing his mind. He slowed his movements, letting the rhythm he built up dwindle down. Bulma whined, bucking her hips.

She opened her eyes with a scowl, immediately irritated. "Come on and fuck me, already!"

"Maybe this is how I destroy you…" he pondered out loud.

"Oh come on!" she was desperate, grinding herself into him, but he stopped moving entirely.

"You were very bad during Family Night Friday..." He lazily thrust back into her, and she suppressed a moan.

She dropped the irritated look, instead biting her lip and wrapping her arms around his neck. "You didn't like it?" she asked with mock innocence.

He growled at her. "No, I didn't like you- you doing that at the dinner table!"

She giggled in an obscenely cute way. Damn her.

"Well, I'm sorry…now will you please fuck my brains out?"

Vegeta couldn't resist any longer: he immediately pushed himself deep inside her, picking up the pace abruptly. She grinned at him for a moment, face flushed. She kept her arms wrapped around him, her face inches from his. Then he hit a spot deep inside her and she threw her head back with a cry.

He brought his hand down, finding that spot between her legs that seemed to drive her crazy. He lazily rubbed his fingers against her, and she cracked instantly.

Bulma's back arched roughly, her body going into spasm against him. She slammed her hips against his and froze in the position, her body shuddering. He let her ride it out. Her gasping cries filled the room.

She finally took a breath, and he realized he wasn't far behind her. A jolt ran through him when he remembered what he was supposed to do.

He quickly pulled his cock out, gripping it by the base for better control. He shuddered as he came, pumping thick, wet ropes onto her stomach and breasts. She let out a lewd sound of delight at this, which made him tingle low in his stomach.

He finally relaxed, taking a good look at the work he did. Her body was slick with sweat and cum, her cheeks red and flushed. She gently collapsed onto the bed.

"Gods, Vegeta, I should've started fucking you the second I saw you," she laughed breathlessly.

He fell beside her, needing a moment to regain his energy. She turned her head to face him, kissing him on the cheek. He felt color rise to his face.

"I'm going to clean up, don't you go anywhere."

With that, she carefully shimmied out of bed, grabbing some nearby tissues and dabbing herself as she left for her bathroom. He watched her beautiful ass as she left the room.

Vegeta let out a breath he had been holding.

Shit.

Now that he had touched her, smelled her, tasted her…he wasn't sure if he could walk away. If he could focus on anything else but her. The sounds she made…how she looked covered in his cum…he felt as if his tail were twitching.

This was something he had never experienced. True, unbridled passion. A heated chemistry he never could have imagined. He didn't know what he would do if she pushed him out, or decided to fuck someone else.

He growled to himself. They hadn't discussed…social aspects of this. It just happened. He hadn't intended to allow it, but once he entertained the thought of having fun with her, he couldn't escape it.

He blinked vacantly at the wall. He could keep this up, though. He could fuck her all he wanted. He just had to remind himself that he was the Prince here, and he was just playing his own game.

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It was a miracle she made it to the bathroom without falling over.

Her legs were quivering, all her muscles seemed sore from clenching and spasming throughout the night.

Bulma took a hand towel and began a preliminary wipe on her stomach. She was so sore, but damn, she had never felt better.

She turned the water in the shower on, tossing the dirty towel to the floor. She poked her head out of the bathroom door to call to Vegeta, only to see him standing right there. She jumped, surprised.

"Jeez, Vegeta, way to scare the shit out of me!"

He shrugged, unapologetic. She rolled her eyes at him, grabbing his arm and tugging him into the bathroom with him. "Get in here."

"What? Why?"

She laughed. "You're going to shower with me!"

"I have my own shower," he informed her.

"Yes, but this one is closer, and also has me in it." She smiled, grabbing her hair brush and attempting to get through the tangles.

"Fine. But I don't want to smell like a flower afterwards."

Bulma snorted. "Okay, no flowery stuff. Got it."

She slid back the glass door, hopping inside and letting the water pour over her. After a quick rinse, she gestured for him to follow. He entered as if he was exploring a new planet for the first time: he was cautious, eyeing everything around him from the razor to the bottles of soap.

"Relax, there are no assassins in here."

"Tch."

She shimmied past him, allowing him to take her place under the showerhead. The water quickly drenched him, rivulets running down his sculpted body. Damn. This is the man who just made her cum more times in one night than she probably had in 10 years.

Bulma already knew his body was to die for. She had seen his muscles time and time again, not-so-secretly drooling over his physique. But filling in what she had imagined for so long, his long cock, that patch of hair right below his stomach…

She bit her lip, staring at him. She knew she was sore as hell, and that her body probably couldn't handle too much more, and yet…

Vegeta was rinsing his gravity-defying hair, his eyes closed under the spray of water. She decided on a sneak attack, suddenly grasping his dick in her hand. He sputtered at the contact.

"Woman! What are you doing?!"

"Just seeing if you have a refractory period…"

"A what?" He eyed her carefully. "What is that?"

She giggled, palming at his cock. "It's the cooldown time between, erm…being able to have sex. A lot of guys take a while before they're ready to go again."

He smirked. "Oh. That doesn't apply to me."

Before she could register what was happening, he had spun her around, pushing her against the cool tile wall. A finger slipped inside her, testing her wetness.

"Ahh…Vegeta, I don't know if this is the best place-"

"Shush, woman," he growled. He brought his face down besides hers. "I think you can take it."

Her stomach flipped as he yanked her hips back, pulling her towards him and pushing her upper body downward. He had her completely bent over!

"Find a good grip on something," he warned. She looked around, her hand quickly grasping for the little shower bar that held a rack of body soaps.

Before she could say anything, he was slamming himself into her. She cried out at the sudden pleasure. His cock was huge. She felt like he was touching places she had never dreamed of. He built up a relentless pace, thrusting himself deeper and deeper inside her with every motion. She gripped the shower rod for dear life.

Vegeta was ruthless. He pounded himself inside her savagely, his hips colliding with her ass with every thrust. She panted, the humid air making it difficult to catch her breath.

With no warning, he gave her ass a slap.

"Fuck!" she cried out, already on the edge of an orgasm. It was almost embarrassing how quickly she was unraveling.

He roughly took hold of her hips, using them to slam her back down onto his cock. Sparks and pops of light filled her vision. There was nothing but the echoing sound of her cries and the wet, hot slapping of Vegeta against her ass.

"I…I'm gonna-" She couldn't finish, words escaping her temporarily as she floated on to another universe. She came hard on him, her walls clenching around his cock.

He began to slow, releasing her hips and placing his hands on the tile wall in front of them. She took this moment to throw herself against him with abandon. She bounced against him, riding her pleasure out on his huge cock, refusing to let him go. She realized she was screaming her orgasm, her entire body shuddering as she came.

A soft tinking sound filled the shower, but she was too absorbed in the wave of her orgasm to care.

She mewled in distress as he suddenly removed himself from inside her. He was cumming on her back and her ass before she realized what was happening.

He grunted as he finished. She took a moment to take a deep breath of warm, humid air.

"Woman," he growled. "That was a close one."

Bulma was panting, trying to catch her breath, as she slid down to the shower floor. "Sorry. That was just…too good," she managed to rasp out.

She sat there for a moment, trying to come down from her high. Vegeta squatted down next to her, observing her. There was a strange look in his dark eyes. "Are you alright?"

She nodded. She had never felt anything nearly as intense in all of her life, but she was fine. "I'm good. You just…kinda blow my mind, that's all."

"Clean yourself up," he ordered. "I'll be in bed."

And with that, he exited the shower, dripping water all over her bathroom floor.

She looked down at the floor to see little bits of porcelain tile scattered around her. Curious, she managed to pull herself up off the ground to investigate. There were two small craters in the shower wall: Vegeta's hands had pushed into the tile and it must have sent pieces of it flying. A thrill shot down her spine.

What was she getting herself into?

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