"Thanks for finding my pen," she grinned. She pulled her shirt over her head before snatching up her now dirtied lab coat.
Bulma looked down at Vegeta, who was still sitting pantsless in her chair looking as if he had been struck by lightning and melted to the spot.
She felt a swell of pride. She was able to reduce Vegeta, the prince of all saiyans, to a complete mess. She loved that feeling.
"Want a lab coat, or are you gonna fly pantsless around the compound?" she asked with a giggle.
He finally met her eye. The look he gave her sent her stomach into somersaults. His dark eyes were fiery. Determined. Dangerous.
"Woman," he started, standing up with no ounce of shame. His now only slightly hard cock hung proudly. Her eyebrows flew up. He marched closer to her, holding her gaze. "I am going to destroy you."
She sputtered in confusion, and he closed the gap. The fire in his eyes didn't wane. Their noses were inches apart. "I hope you're ready. Tonight. Sundown. Be in your bedroom."
He flew off so fast all she saw was a half naked blur rapidly unlocking the door and fleeing her lab.
Bulma slowly blinked, trying to wrap her mind around what he just said. She was already soaking wet from the absolute deliciousness of his cock but…she felt herself practically throb with need.
She had never wanted to be destroyed so badly in all of her fucking life.
She seized an old bottle of water from her desk and took a swig, washing some of the stickiness out of her mouth. She wasn't usually a big fan of swallowing, but something about Vegeta made it feel…more special somehow. She wanted to prove herself to him. And it felt really fucking hot to make him lose his mind like that.
Opening a drawer in her desk, she safely tucked away her now favorite pen with a smile. There was no way she could focus on work now.
Well, if she had a date with the universe's most well-endowed prince, she may as well get ready.
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Bulma took a nice, long shower. She carefully shaved her legs, and trimmed up her blue patch of hair. She always liked to keep herself well-groomed, even though Yamcha would complain that she wasn't fully waxed.
She had a feeling that Vegeta was not going to be as easily deterred when it came to those sorts of choices. Her face heated up, the flush reaching her ears.
By Kami…he truly had a marvelous dick. She could understand his egotistical nature, walking around with that in his pants.
And it wasn't just what he had going on in his pants- they had a chemistry she had never experienced before. A tension, a heat, something drove her towards him and it made her want to drop everything and ride him.
She smirked to herself, remembering how completely flabbergasted he looked when she told him he wasn't allowed to cum. She loved feeling in control of him like that. It turned her on like nothing else before.
Bulma had a feeling she was going to pay for it tonight. And she couldn't fucking wait.
Maybe she could find a way to get him riled up during dinner…
She chuckled. Maybe she was actually the bad one around here.
—
Why did he agree to this again?
Vegeta glared up from his third bowl of pasta mixed with ground beef. Panchy was going on about something to do with animals or plants or some shit. Her husband was politely nodding, obviously not listening while he flipped through a magazine.
Family Night Friday. Worst night of the week, every fucking week. Since when did he become family, anyway?
He met the woman's gaze. She was directly across from him, while her parents sat further down at the heads of the table. She had on a stupidly long sweater that completely covered her neck up to her chin.
She winked at him. He scowled back. Stupid woman. She bit her lip, raising an eyebrow. What was going through her mind?
Something was suddenly nudging at his groin, and he jumped a little. Bulma hid a giggle behind her hand. Was that- was that her foot?!
She leaned back in her chair slightly, adjusting a bit to move her foot around his thigh and back to his groin. He felt a vein in his forehead twitch. How could she be so vulgar?
And during Family Night Friday?!
The woman pretended to yawn and stretch, just getting more leverage to brush against him. His cock, now fully enslaved to her whims, sprung up without his permission. The traitor.
Panchy droned on about her day as if someone were listening. For the first time ever, Vegeta tried to focus on what she was saying, but the woman's soft caresses were driving him crazy.
"Oops." Bulma practically threw her fork under the table. "I'm such a clutz."
Oh no.
Oh.
No.
He grit his teeth just in time. The woman dove under the table, and within moments was popping his hard cock out from his shorts. He cradled his head in his hand, resting his elbow on the table, trying to block his flushed face from the woman's mother.
Wet lips immediately started teasing him, kissing and suckling on his tip. He prayed to every god in the universe that he wouldn't make a sound.
Her tongue danced up and down his shaft, her hand fondling his testicles through his shorts. His other hand gripped his fork so tightly it bent.
"You okay, Vegeta dear?" Panchy asked him.
"Uh huh," he managed to get out, refusing to meet her eye.
"Well, you're breaking the silverware, dear."
Bulma's lips released him, and she gently tugged his clothing back over him. She reappeared in her seat, casually tossing her hair back over her shoulder.
Vegeta lowered his hand from his face, analyzing the fork in his hand. "Sorry." He bent it back the way it was supposed to be.
Panchy smiled in her serene way. "Thank you, dear. I have brownies and ice cream for dessert, picked out special for you."
He grunted a thank you, trying to ignore the throbbing erection in his shorts.
Panchy stood to get dessert, but paused next to her daughter. She loudly whispered, "Bulma, sweetie, you forgot your fork under the table."
Bulma cringed, looking up to meet his eye while her mother left for the kitchen. Ha! Her mother embarrassed her.
Vegeta smirked at her. He mouthed I will destroy you. Her face immediately flushed. Good. She got the message.
"Bulma, did you hear that the new Scionic S-150 is going to be hitting the market soon?"
With that, he sat back, waiting for his dessert. And sundown.
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Bulma practically ran to her room after dinner. She still had some work to do.
She had mostly handled the clutter of books, papers, and clothing that was scattered around on various surfaces. But she still had to figure out what she was going to wear.
She opened her top dresser drawer: for being on the top, it was usually the one that went ignored. She had various pieces of lingerie, most still with the tags on from when she purchased them.
Hmm…what did she know about Vegeta?
He liked fighting and he seemed to like getting his dick sucked.
That didn't really give her much to work with when it came to favorite colors, or what he'd find appealing or sexy…
She decided on a skimpy, sheer black lingerie set that pushed her tits up wonderfully. It had a matching sheer thong with garters and thigh highs. Pretty hot, if you asked her.
Bulma stripped down out of her casual clothes and started putting on the slightly uncomfortable lingerie. It took some time, seeing as she had to clip the different pieces together and make sure it all was fitting right.
She put on some short heels (she didn't want to tower over the saiyan), and stepped in front of her floor length mirror.
Damn! Bulma Briefs, you are hot! The lingerie did wonders for her. It teased her body and showed it off at the same time, and the dark material on her pale skin looked amazing.
She put on a black, silky robe to cover herself and waited patiently on her freshly made bed. Should she light some candles?
She could barely contain her excitement. Before she could wait any longer, the saiyan was opening her cracked window and climbing inside.
"Come on in," she said, snorting in amusement.. He floated over to her, finally dropping to the floor. He had a quiet, smoldering look in his eyes once again.
"How was your dinner?" she asked, knowing full well that he was going to make her pay for it.
Vegeta turned to face her. "Could've been better."
Damn. He wasn't biting.
"Well…maybe dessert will be better."
"I already had dessert, it was excellent-"
"No! Not-" she sighed. "Not actually dessert. Me. I'm dessert."
He raised an eyebrow at her, looking at her like she had suddenly started speaking another language.
"Oh, whatever."
She untied her robe and let it fall to the floor in a puddle. That got his attention.
"What are you wearing?" he asked.
"It's lingerie. It's sexy, you know," she informed him matter-of-factly.
He was staring at her tits. She knew they were practically popping out, and he had a tease from her nipples just peeking through.
"I…can see that."
She smiled and before she could say another word, his hands were on her hips, and he crashed his lips onto hers. It was electrifying.
Bulma couldn't wait any longer. She opened her mouth, urging him to deepen the kiss. He obliged, and his tongue caressed hers with a jolt. She didn't even try to suppress the moan on her lips.
Her hands made their way up into his hair, and she felt an intake of air. She used this opening to assert herself, pushing her tongue into his mouth to claim it.
They continued this battle until Bulma felt dizzy. It was as if all of her nerves were lighting up at once, her body short-circuiting.
She admitted defeat and pulled away from the kiss, reluctant but desperate for air.
She met Vegeta's eyes and she swore her heart stopped. There was that look again. She could've melted to the floor on the spot. He looked strangely fierce, a determined glint in his eye. His lips were swollen, his breathing shallow.
Before she could catch her breath, his lips made their way to her neck. He nipped at her sensitive skin, and she felt a flush rise to her face.
She had never felt a connection, a spark, like this before. She couldn't even think.
She hummed with anticipation and pleasure. There was a faint electronic beeping sound in the distance.
His smooth hands wandered from her hips, coming down to fully cup her bare ass. She moaned as he gripped her firmly, giving her a rough squeeze.
Somewhere in the room the beeping persisted.
"What-" he sucked at her neck. "-is that-" he moved and nipped her collarbone. "-fucking sound?" He stopped, eyes finding hers.
"I, uh…" she tried to think clearly. "I don't know, it's a bot or something."
"Well, it needs to shut up," he grumbled, turning to look for the sound and charging a ball of ki in the palm of his hand.
"Woah, woah! Calm down, don't blow anything up!" She reluctantly left his embrace. "Sheesh! I'll find it and turn it off."
She bent down, searching under the bed for the beeping sound. It sounded like a low battery warning from a bot.
Suddenly there was a warm body pressed against her, and she bit her lip. He was naked again, and so quick. His hard cock was pressed right up against her, teasing her as she was bent over.
"Mmmmm," she mewled, grinding her ass into him.
Another beep.
"Stop that annoying sound so I can properly punish you." He gave her ass a squeeze.
She throbbed with excitement. She dropped to her knees, leaving him standing behind her. She felt around for the stupid bot that was killing her night.
Her fingers brushed against metal, and she managed to scoop the bot and pull it out.
"What the? Whose even is this-"
Oh, Kami above.
The round little bot's compartment sprung open, revealing a treasure trove of birth control. Packs of pills, condoms, some sort of…square piece of rubber?
How could she forget about her father sending her this junk?
She groaned in frustration, turning to Vegeta. She pushed the power off button on the bot.
"Vegeta…we need to talk about something."
"We can talk after I'm done fucking your brains out."
Her entire body shivered, her stomach flipped. Fuck, she wanted it so badly.
"This can't wait. I, uh, don't know how much you've thought about this, but uh…"
He pulled down the straps of her bra with that unexpected gentleness again, kissing her shoulder.
"I'm not sure if they worried about this back on your planet, or like, in space…"
His fingers moved the back of her bra, fiddling around with the snap closure.
"But…ah," she was starting to pant now. He was setting every inch of her on fire. "I wouldn't want us to have an accident."
In frustration, he destroyed the closure with his strength, pulling the bra off of her body. She couldn't even focus on feeling upset about her lingerie, her body was screaming for him to fuck her.
"Your breasts are divine," he grumbled, bending down to fondle them before taking a nipple into his mouth abruptly. She cried out at the suddenness of it. Fuck, everything he did felt like heaven.
"I, uh, mm," Bulma couldn't find the words or the focus.
He pushed her down onto the bed, and her body bounced on the mattress. He stood over her, gently illuminated by the soft lighting overhead. His massive cock looked delicious.
"I hope you're ready," he smirked. He pounced on her like a wild animal, hands groping her up and down her body.
"Fuck- wait, wait WAIT! Vegeta!" She smacked his chest to interrupt him.
"What, woman?!"
"I don't want to get pregnant!"
He froze. His face showed confusion, then shock. "Oh. Shit."
"Yeah…I didn't think about it until earlier, but…if Goku taught us anything-"
"Tch."
Oops. Maybe refrain from talking about Goku. "It's that it's very much possible for humans and saiyans to conceive."
"So, what do we do?" he asked, openly looking to her for guidance.
She felt around beside her on the bed for the plastic packaging. "There's different types of birth control…"
He sighed, pulling himself off of her. "Uh huh."
It felt like all the sexiness had been sucked out of the room.
She sat up, explaining. "The best one is the pill, it's just a pill that I take that makes me unable to conceive…We can have sex normally. According to the package…" she quickly read the instructions on the back. "It takes 7 days for it to take effect."
"A week?!" He looked like his head was going to explode.
She chuckled softly. "Yeah. Sorry."
"Weren't you on this, this pill before? You know, from the weakling?"
She rolled her eyes. Of course he wouldn't understand these kinds of things.
"Yamcha was a player. I don't know about on other planets, but here on Earth, you can't always just sleep around with people like that. You could catch something."
"Oh." He was quiet.
"So I never trusted him for just the pill. I always made him use condoms," she stopped and grabbed the little square package. "You put your dick in here-" (His eye twitched.) "-it stretches, and it basically forms a barrier between uh…me and you. So no diseases, and when you cum-" why was he so twitchy? "-it all gets caught in here. It's a good form of birth control, but it's not always great feeling for the person with the dick."
He stared at her, waiting for more. "Is that it?"
She nodded. "Pretty much. There are some other things out there, but these are the best and most common…"
She couldn't believe they were having this conversation with him naked on her bed, and her sitting there with her tits out.
"So…you didn't trust the weakling with your body." His dark eyes sought hers. "You would…you would trust me?"
She smiled, feeling a warmth flush her cheeks. "Yeah. I do trust you. In a weird way, but yes, I trust you."
He looked thunderstruck for a moment. "You do?"
"Of course I do, dumbass," she gently pushed his shoulder. "You're not fucking other earthlings, are you?"
"O-of course not!" he stammered, face turning red. She choked down her laugh. "Which do you want to use?" he asked, changing the subject back.
Bulma held up the package of pills. "The pill. It is easier and I'm not going to forget in the heat of the moment."
"Well, get started. I can destroy you in 6 days."
"Vegeta…I think I'll die if I have to wait any longer," she whined, watching him. His naked body was magnificent. She didn't want to beg but…she had been waiting for this!
That smug look returned to his face. "Take your pill."
She sighed, ripping open the package and downing the first pill in the pack with some water from a nearby bottle. "There! Tah dah!"
"Good. Now I will get my revenge for earlier."
She squealed as he pushed her back onto the bed, her hair fanning out across her pillow. He yanked her underwear down, leaving them around her thighs.
He moved between her legs, and gave her that devilish smirk.
"You're in for a long night, Bulma."
Her heart thumped in her chest, and she felt it course through her entire body. She was so wet she was practically dripping.
"I'm ready for my dessert."
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Author note: don't wait until you're about to have sex to talk about protection…just don't. We already know how it works out for these two. But good dick will make even the most genius person lose it LOL.