Teasing the Earthling woman was easily becoming one of his favorite pastimes. If he wasn't training, he was probably thinking about ways to bait the woman into a fit of anger. It was quite amusing.

This new dynamic was only amplifying entertainment.

Vegeta wasn't sure if there was another being on this planet that was as fearless as she was.

She was loud, belligerent, opinionated, and downright irritating. But that defiance she held only made him want her more.

No one stood up to him the way she did. People cowered before him, people restrained themselves in his presence. But not Bulma.

It also didn't hurt that she was so godsdamn beautiful.

He couldn't lie to himself: he had been attracted to her physically for a while. He was a bit preoccupied on Namek, but he had noticed her allure. She was mostly cringing in fear in his presence (as she should have been), but he had noticed her unique blue beauty, her appealing form, instantly.

He exhaled, half-heartedly blasting a nearby boulder.

He was back to full strength from the gravity room mishap, but his thoughts continued to drift to the woman. The way she whimpered when he pulled her hair. How her heart was pounding when he brought his teeth to her neck. Her ragged breath. He could definitely have fun with her.

Focus waning, he made a decision to forego the training and visit the woman.

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He sensed her weak energy coming from her lab. Good. She was alone.

Vegeta quietly flew through the building, soaring down the halls that he knew by heart by now. He waited outside the lab door, feeling out for her energy. It appeared that she was sitting at her desk, which was perfect.

Peering through the doorway, he had a clear view of her back. She was wearing that long, white lab coat that she tended to don when she was working on something. Something about that pure white coat always seized his attention. It signaled that she was focused on something, using that intellect he quietly admired.

He floated in silently. Her blue hair was tied back as she scribbled on some Earthling paper. Very carefully, he eased himself onto the floor behind her left shoulder. The purple bruising on her neck made his throat tighten momentarily.

He waited patiently.

Bulma brought the pen up to her lips, tapping thoughtfully. She was absolutely clueless about his presence. Humans.

After a moment, she brought the pen back down to the paper, and that's when he struck: he leaned forward, practically embracing her, and in a swift motion, he slammed his left hand down next to hers on the desk, his right arm easily plucking the pen from her fingertips.

She startled in her seat, gasping but otherwise remained quiet. He had half expected a scream.

Her puny ki shot up, flickering once more like a small flame. He could hear her breathing pick up, and he knew her heart was pumping from the scare.

"You should really consider investing in some security around here. You wouldn't want someone dangerous sneaking up on you." He smirked to himself, his face next to hers. Their cheeks were almost touching.

She swallowed, that delicious throat of hers subtly moving. He could sense she was on edge. "I'm not concerned."

Tch. She really got on his nerves.

He stood up behind her, snatching her pen as plunder. "Well, if you're not concerned with safety or protecting your…" he surveyed her from above, getting a nice view of her cleavage peeking out from her unbuttoned lab coat. "...assets. I'll be taking this."

Bulma spun her chair around, glaring up at him. There was a fire in her eyes. "Stop being a dick, Vegeta. Give it back."

"Hm, such vulgarity." He smirked, twirling the pen in his fingers while she glowered at him. "Why don't you earn it back?"

Her eyebrow twitched but she remained silent. A rarity.

"So you don't want this back?" he teased.

A smile twisted her lips, and she pushed her seat out, standing up to his level. "Why don't you," she started closing the gap between them. "Give me my pen back, and I'll reward you."

Now he was at a loss for words. He wasn't sure what kind of reward she had in mind, but he was intrigued.

She opened her hand, palm up, expectantly waiting for the return of her precious pen. He hesitated for only a moment.

Fine. She could have it back. He gingerly placed it in her open palm.

Bulma grinned at him like a cat, fingers closing around the pen. "Good boy." His eye twitched at being called boy, but before he could speak- "Sit."

She backed up, using her weak little hands to shove him towards her chair. For once in his life, he did as he was told and sat.

She briefly left him there. He watched her approach the lab door and close it, turning the lock. The woman turned and kept smiling that evil little smile at him.

His heart started to race.

What was she planning?

She removed her lab coat, much to his disappointment, then removed her shirt, which did not disappoint him. He swallowed the lump in his throat. Now she was just wearing her pants and that silly bra contraption that did wonders for pushing her breasts upward. It was black and had some sort of laciness on the edges.

"Thank you so much for returning my lost pen to me!" She placed the pen on the desk behind them. Her fingertips traced his chest through his tank top. "I don't know what I would do without it."

She leaned forward, giving him the most stunning view of her ample cleavage. He was practically drooling. "Let me give you your reward…"

Bulma brought her face to the side of his head, and her tongue gently swirled against his earlobe. He sucked in air in a sudden burst.

She suckled at his ear, then moved down to kiss his neck, mirroring his earlier actions. The feeling was strangely nice. His erection grew to full force.

Suddenly she bit his neck, and he groaned, surprised. She pulled back, smiling at him. "Sorry. Couldn't help myself."

She used her foot to kick her discarded lab coat back towards them, bending down and pooling it at her knees where she sat before him.

What was she- was she going to-?

"Shorts off," she demanded, tugging at the material. He ripped his shorts and underwear off his body, utterly destroying them, and causing her to giggle.

"...Wow." She stared at his cock for longer than he expected. She didn't say anything else.

Was it…was it different here on Earth? Was he showing her a truly alien cock? Was she shocked? Disgusted?

He fidgeted uncomfortably, and she seemed to shake herself from her reverie.

"Sorry," she smiled up at him, cheeks flushing. She gave her lips a lick, tentatively bringing her hand up to him. "I…have never seen one this big before."

He smirked. He knew enough about the universe to know that that was not usually something people complained about.

He twitched when she wrapped her small hand around him, gently pulling from the base upwards, giving him a tentative squeeze.

She brought her face closer, giving him another pump up his cock. He restrained himself from groaning as she opened her mouth and very slowly stroked her tongue up his shaft. His entire body shivered.

Bulma brought her thumb up to his head and briefly massaged the tip. He focused his entire being on holding in a shudder.

"You're big," she explained, peering up at him. All he saw was her gripping his cock, inches away from her creamy, smooth skin. Her breasts looked divine.

"But…I can work with that."

With no hesitation, she brought her head down right onto him, and her warm wetness engulfed him. He shut his eyes and loudly groaned, unable to control himself. She lowered her mouth further down, using her tongue to swirl around his sensitive skin.

He heard her take a deep inhale through her nose before continuing down further. Gods, he must have been at the back of her throat!

Her mouth was so hot and wet, he felt like he could lose it right then and there.

Her fingers tightly grasped at the base of his cock once more, and she moved her mouth upward with the stroking of her hand. It was fucking heaven.

She continued stroking him with her hand, grip just tight enough. Bulma took the time to focus on his head, rushing to swirl and suck the tip of his cock while her hand moved up and down.

Jolts of pleasure rocked through his body from his groin to his spine with every motion she made. She lowered her mouth back down, taking in as much of him as she could, making the most absolutely obscene slurping sound. His toes curled up and his thighs clenched.

She slowed her motions, releasing his cock from her mouth with a little pop.

He opened his eyes to see her pulling back, a little string of saliva connecting her lips to his tip.

A diabolical grin graced her lips. Before he could remember how to speak, she said, "No cumming."

"What?!" his cock twitched in her motionless hand.

She licked her lips, pushing her arms together to make her breasts bounce forward for him. He felt like he could cum on them right now. "No cumming until I say so."

"Bulma..." he growled, but she paid him no mind. She immediately went back to work at an incredible pace, her head bobbing up and down on his lap, her hand pumping him into oblivion. His eyes rolled to the back of his head. He was right there. On the edge. His entire body was tingling.

His muscles flexed, and he felt his sac tighten. He was so close.

"Mm mm," she choked out, lips still tight around his cock. He knew she was telling him no. He made a strangled sound as he focused on himself. He had to pull himself back from the edge.

After an eternity of the most blissful torture he had ever endured, she slowed again. Bulma lifted her head up to meet his eye. Her lips were swollen and wet, and some of her hair had fallen out of place. "That was really good."

She adjusted slightly, bringing both of her arms under his thighs. He lifted himself slightly so that she could pull the way she wanted to. She appeared to be anchoring herself to him with an iron grip.

"Now I want you to cum in my mouth." She devoured him before he could respond. She used her leverage from gripping his legs to push herself further down onto his cock, pushing him down into her throat. He couldn't contain the moan that escaped his lips, which seemed to encourage her to continue at her incredible pace, moaning along with him. Her muffled sounds of pleasure tipped him over the edge, and he came fast and hard right into her mouth, shooting towards the back of her throat.

He completely lost himself in the total ecstasy that this woman offered him, and he pumped more into her.

He sat there panting, naked from the waist down, in her chair for some moments while he tried to regain his mental faculties. Vegeta looked down at her to see her pulling back, licking her lips and swallowing. His stomach fluttered a bit at the sight.

Bulma wiped her mouth on the back of her hand. Her face was flushed, lips swollen and deeply pink. She stood, picking up her shirt and lab coat from the ground. She looked like a goddess.

"Well…" she said, tucking some of her loose hair behind her ear. "Thanks for finding my pen." She grinned at him, tugging her shirt over her head. Her face disappeared for a moment behind the fabric as she redressed herself.

Fuck.

He was in trouble.

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