"Fuck, you feel so good." Her lover panted, his features contorted in a pleasure that she didn't share as he shuttled in and out of her body.

Madras Shirt.

She mostly liked him. He was smart, well-read and gorgeous.

But the sex.

The sex left a lot to be desired.

It was a problem she'd run into again and again.

She'd heard plenty of her girlfriends complain about the quality of their boyfriend's performance in the bedroom. But Bulla suspected there was more to her problem than a lack of skill or endurance.

But Bulla Briefs wasn't a quitter. She didn't want to throw away another perfectly fine relationship but nor did she desire to resign herself to a lifetime of subpar sex. But Madras was perfectly happy with their sex life as it was. And why wouldn't he be? He always got to come. She nearly cringed, remembering their conversation several weeks ago when she suggested a few ways they could improve it.

"You want me to… spank you?"

"Or if that bothers you too much, you could just hold me down or pull my hair…" her face burned with embarrassment. "Or maybe you could try a little dirty talk?"

"I really don't like the idea of hurting you."

She wanted to roll her eyes, but resisted the urge. The idea of him hurting her was laughable. She could take him out with her pinkie if she felt so inclined. He couldn't hurt her if he was trying. "You won't hurt me, I promise. I just want to try something different. If you get uncomfortable, we can always stop. Don't you think it would be kind of sexy?"

"I kinda like things the way they are, don't you?"

The way he looked at her made her feel like she'd kicked a puppy. So she said, "of course I do."

And that's how she ended up here, yet again laying under him, trying fruitlessly to chase any tiny, fleeting sensation that might lead to the release that she so desperately sought. But it just wasn't enough. It never was.

"Harder."

"Harder."

"HARDER!"

Instead of going harder, he started moving faster. Why was it so hard for the men she slept with to grasp the difference?

"Can't hold it any longer I'm gonna-!"

His face twisted into that expression that he made every time he came. Something else had to happen. Bulla couldn't stomach yet another night of unfulfilled need. "Nonononono-let's switch positions and maybe-!"

The words died on her lips as Madras let out a low groan into the crook of her shoulder and his whole body went taut against hers. As soon as the last of the tension left his body, he rolled onto his back with a sigh of pleasure, a look of blissful contentment on his face, and a tendril of resentment snaked its way into her chest. It took every ounce of Bulla's willpower not to scream in frustration or to reach a hand between her thighs to finish the job that he didn't.

But she didn't do either of those things.

Instead she simply said.

"I think we should see other people."


Bulla swiped a hand across her brow as the last of her mother's training bots fell to the ground in a charred heap.

The blunette had been spending a lot of time in here letting off steam since she'd ended her relationship with Madras. She wasn't even upset over the break-up. She was just in a funk. And she had no one to talk to about it.

It wasn't as though her brother ever complained about his love life, not that this problem was something she'd ever want to discuss with him, of all people. And since Marron was now apparently with her brother, there was never really a time to talk with her when they weren't in direct earshot of one another. Pan barely had any interest in dating at all and she'd probably just laugh at her and wouldn't have anything helpful to contribute to such a discussion.

So she trained. All the while pondering what was wrong with her. Because it had to be her. None of the other Saiyans on earth seemed to share her dissatisfaction with their human partners.

She'd had lovers she found attractive enough, that she found desirable, but whatever fire she felt for them always seemed to peter out after things got physical.

It was a given that Bulla had to be careful with her human lovers. One wrong move and she could end up accidentally dislocating something. At worst, she could accidentally unalive them. It would just be nice, for once, to lose control. Iron-clad control. Its grip was a constant presence, in the office and in her personal life.

Just once, she wanted to know what it was like to give that up. To be with a man that could give it to her the way she needed it. Who could toss her around like a rag-doll, and then take her hard and fast, rough and demanding. The kind of sex that would leave her deliciously sore and breathless.

That never seemed to be the case for Bulla when it came to her human lovers though.

It was incredibly frustrating and ultimately isolating.

She sighed, grabbing her towel from the control panel, when suddenly the overhead light changed from its warm red to a stark white. The gravity simulator powered down, and the door swung open.

Standing in the doorway of the gravity chamber was none other than Son Goten. A perpetually sunny expression on his face as he stepped into the gravity room, shutting the door behind him.

She rubbed the towel over the exposed skin above her sports bra, wiping away the sweat. "What do you want?"

He casually slipped his hands into his pockets. "To see what all that racket was about, did you know your ki is all over the place? What's eating you?"

"Nothing." She snapped, a little more harshly than she'd intended. He didn't seem phased though. "Again, what do you want?"

"Just here to check up on the Golden Child. I hadn't heard from him in a while. He's up to his eyeballs in work for your Mom though." "I was on my way out when I felt your presence and I thought I'd come say hi."

She put her hands on her hips, "Well, you've said it, you can go now."

"You seem really tense. Wanna spar? I'm sure I can put up a better fight than them." He gestured to the pile of smoking bots that the cleaning droids were currently gathering up to be recycled and destroyed once again.

Bulla sighed. She wasn't really in the mood for company. She'd planned to stew in misery over her perpetually pathetic love life in private for the rest of the night.

She glanced over at the trashed bots. It would be some time before they were operational again, so unless she wanted to spend the rest of the night on push-ups and sit-ups…

A spar with the dark-haired saiyan was probably a good idea. Hitting him might even take her mind off her little problem.

"I suppose I still have some energy to burn off. "

His face lit up like a firecracker. "Awesome!" He was already pulling his shirt over his head. "Any ground rules you wanna set before we get started?"

"Just one." She stretched one arm over her head and then other and gave him a pointed look. "Don't hold back."

"Really?" The youngest Son quirked a brow.

"Yes, really." She rolled her eyes, then fell into an offensive stance, raising her fists to eye level.

A tentative trill of excitement fluttered in her chest as she watched him. As a Half-Saiyan Bulla loved nothing more than a good challenge. Something her daily life severely lacked except on the occasions that she sparred with her father, who had been away on Beerus' World for the better part of a month with Goku. He never pulled his punches and had handed her ass to her more times than she could count. But it was becoming less and less fun as she'd gotten older and their fighting styles became nearly identical. While it was always a good work-out, there was a certain thrill in taking on a new opponent and trying to anticipate their moves. She hadn't sparred with Goten since she was a teen and he'd absolutely wiped the floor with her. She was interested in seeing where his skill level was at now and how she compared.

He looked so at ease as he leisurely went through his stretches, like she didn't intimidate him in the slightest. Fine then, let's see how he likes this. "Computer, engage gravity simulation at four-hundred times Earth's gravity."

He didn't so much as flinch as the heavy weight of the gravity simulation fell over the chamber like an anvil cleaving through the air, pushing in on them and they were bathed in dim red light.

Without so much as another word, Bulla charged across the floor straight for the older halfling. She wasn't some novice, and if he wanted to claim a victory against her, he would have to work for it.

Without missing a beat, he dropped low, avoiding her fist, dipping and dodging her barrage of kicks and punches, with an effortless grace.

She continued to hurl punch after punch, kick after kick in his direction. He evaded every one of them, weaving in and out of sight. He was deliberately avoiding hurting her. All of his attacks focused on defense rather than offense. Like he didn't consider her enough of a threat to actually fight back.

"Feel free to throw an actual punch at any time!" Bulla practically growled, throwing a right hook straight for his grinning face, only for him to whip his head out of the way just in time.

She would not tolerate one more second of another man treating her like some fragile flower. She was the Princess of the mighty Saiyans, and this constant underestimating of her from the men in her life was frankly insulting.

She'd had her fill of this game. When the opportunity presented itself, lightening fast, she threw a jaw-cracking punch right at his face; his eyes widened when the blow landed with such force it sent him skidding back across the room. He staggered back, catching himself just shy of crashing to the floor. He swiped a fist across his nose, blinking down in surprise at the tiny smear of blood decorating the back of it before looking at her and laughing. That fucking laugh infuriated her. "Little worked up, Princess?"

"We both know you aren't giving me everything you've got." She glared at him."If you won't give me your all, then you're wasting my time."

His eyes darkened and a strange heat rolled through her, and she was a little shocked by it. Where did that come from? Never had he looked at her in such a way. "You want me to go all out?"

"You think I can't take it? I'm every bit as much a Saiyan as you are, third class."

He smirked at her words, glancing at the smudge of blood on the back of his hand and then back at her. "Alright, fine then."

Apparently having gotten the message loud and clear, he shot toward her, his body bathed in a glorious golden light. The next thing she knew, she was the one on the defensive. She didn't have time to anticipate his next move. She was forced to power up to Super Saiyan just to keep up with his speed and strength as she worked to parry and dodge every precise, heavy blow he levied in her direction, relying on instinct alone.

At last he was offering her the close-range combat she'd asked for.

This was what she needed.

This was a real challenge.

She kept her eyes on his intense teal orbs as they clashed again and again. The look in them was fierce.

She came at him with everything she had, –kick, punch, kick, punch – intent on wearing him down. Goten returned every bit of her ferocity. He attacked her mercilessly, intent on claiming victory for himself. Over and over, they barreled into each other, each trying to assert their dominance over the other.

Her golden aura flared out around her as she twirled, aiming a punishing round-house kick to his chest, but he batted her foot away with ease.

Bulla used his open hand to kick off, springing backward across the tiled floor. Her senses heightened in her Super Saiyan form. She watched him closely. They circled each other slowly, studying one another. Goten had a look of utterly smug determination on his face, the likes of which she'd never seen before, but his chest was heaving, drops of sweat beading up across the taut plains of sinewy muscle, and Bulla's throat went dry.

Her heart was thundering near violently in her chest. She felt a flush of heat spreading over her cheeks, tried desperately to convince herself that the adrenaline was entirely responsible – but in reality, Bulla knew what she was feeling. She was, after all, a woman. Apparently one whose cursed hormones had decided to rear their head at the sight of the half-naked, absolute beast of a man watching her with a near predatory look in his eye. She swallowed, transfixed, as Goten prowled the tile floor opposite her, waiting for the blunette to make her next move.

Kami he was huge, had he always been so bulky? Every inch of his magnificent form practically radiated power, and the glorious golden aura radiating from his body. She bet if he were to take her to bed he would absolutely- No. No fucking way. She was getting turned on! From fighting with him.

She was so shocked by the revelation that without thinking, Bulla charged forward, fist drawn back and the movement was so sloppy Goten easily side-stepped it. She staggered forward for the briefest of moments and Goten closed in, dropping low intending to sweep her feet out from underneath her and knock her flat on her back.

Bulla vaulted back, tumbling across the floor to avoid it, and he advanced on her, unleashing a furious barrage of kicks and punches that left her scrambling to avoid them.

Bulla fired off a small ki blast to throw him off. It worked. Or so she thought.

The next thing she knew, he disappeared and then reappeared behind her. He caught both her fists in his hands and spun her around, folding her arms behind her back with one hand, fisting her hair with the other, and pressing her face against the cool metal wall and something inside her practically trembled with excitement, and in that moment she had absolutely no doubt that she was wet between her thighs.

Her whole body was practically humming with something that had nothing to do with fighting and she was hyperaware of the powerful, muscular body pressing into her. Of his scorching breaths feathering over the curve of her neck, of the steely, unyielding grip that held her.

Before she could compose herself enough to clamp down on the spike of arousal that shot through her, the hand in her hair tightened on just the right side of pain and she shivered under his grip, letting out a little whimper that was undeniably sexual.

He froze against her, breath hitching.

Oh Kami, he can smell me… the realization was mortifying. He could smell how turned on she was. There was no way he couldn't. She closed her eyes, reverting to her base form, waiting for him to pull away and for things to get very awkward, very quickly.

The hand in her hair relaxed, sliding down to rest on the slope of her neck. His breathing was heavy, and she could feel the tension in his body. The surrounding air dissipated as he also shifted back to his base form.

Queue the awkward conversation.

His big body remained caged around hers, when she felt the tip of his nose nuzzling at the back of her neck and he finally spoke. "Are you… wet?"

She couldn't lie, he knew. He absolutely knew the answer to that question.

"I… I can't help it, I just… and you're so… Fuck, this is embarrassing."

She had never felt such a bizarre combination of shame and arousal in her life. She was just about to tell him to get the hell off of her so she could go shower off the humiliation when he asked, in a low, sultry voice that made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up.

"Can I… touch you?"

Was he… serious? He had to be joking. That would be just like Goten, always cracking stupid jokes. She could just imagine the look on his face.

The hand at her neck dipped down over the swell of her breast to the curve of her hip, fingers tracing over the band of her shorts teasingly. And then she felt it. He was hard. Really hard. Pressing into her ass, and his scent filled the surrounding air, thick with arousal just like hers.

Fuck, he was serious.

Her heart was pounding, her body practically singing with anticipation. There were so many reasons this was a bad idea, but at that moment, she decided she didn't care about a single one of them. She nodded. Yes, touch me, please.

"I need a yes or a no, Princess."

"Yes."

He let out a low noise of satisfaction and his fingers skimmed along her belly as he nuzzled at the curve of her neck, his hot breath prompting little bumps to spring up over the heated skin there.

His fingers toyed with the top of her shorts and underwear, sliding back and forth before pausing, as if waiting for her permission. Confirmation that this was absolutely what she wanted before he went any further and changed things between them forever.

"Don't stop." She breathed "Please don't stop."

Needing no further convincing, those naughty fingers dipped beneath the elastic of her panties tracing over the seam of her pussy, and he groaned at the wetness waiting for him.

"Fuck," He breathed against her neck, his big hand cupping her pussy. "All this, for me?"

Bulla's teeth sunk into her lower lip and she whimpered when Goten's big, warm fingers glided leisurely through her slick folds.

"Fuck, you smell so good," Goten said, his voice is strained. "I bet you taste even better."

"Mmm," words failed her when the dark-haired halfling ran his tongue over the shell of her ear, and she was practically panting with need.

Then the hand that held her captive abruptly released her, and she pressed her palms to the wall as he pulled his fingers from her sensitive folds to grip her shorts, shoving them down.

"Spread your legs for me," He commanded, and he didn't have to tell her twice, she obediently did as he asked, spreading her legs as far as her shorts and underwear, bunched at her ankles, would allow, presenting him with the tantalizing view of her bare backside.

He must have enjoyed the sight, because he practically growled his approval as his hands smoothed over the generous globes of her ass. She felt him shift behind her, biting her lip, nearly crawling out of her skin with excitement, waiting for him to sink that big hard cock inside of her.

Strong hands gripped her hips and the next thing she knew a hot, pliant tongue was slicking through her center from clit to entrance. Fuck, he was eating her out from behind.

Bulla nearly screamed as his wicked tongue mercilessly flicked and swiped over her juicy center, groaning at her taste. She'd had oral sex in the past, but it was never like this. He was feasting on her pussy like he was a starving man and this was the first meal he'd been offered in months.

And then one of his hands trailed over the curve of her hip and his thumb was brushing over her clit and her legs jerked and her nails scraped over the hard, metallic wall in response. She wriggled in his grasp to increase the wonderful friction.

He groaned, lapping up wave after wave of wetness. All the while his thumb kept drawing maddening little circles around her clit as he pushed his tongue deep inside her over and over again.

"Oh, fuck!" She started making desperate, keening sounds, gasping and all but crawling up the wall as he worshipped at the apex of her thighs.

She couldn't help herself. She wriggled and writhed against the intense sensations, but his movements never faltered, he just kept circling her clit and fucking her with his tongue while she wantonly rocked back against his mouth.

And then her legs started to quake, her back arched and her whole universe turned inside out and it took everything she had just to remain upright, as her entire body clenched up with the force of her orgasm and she let out an undignified squeal.

Then she slumped against the wall, her muscles slack like a puppet with its strings cut, her body shaking, reeling from her climax.

That was the first time a man had ever made her come. And not just any man, Son Goten. And Kami, she wanted him to do it again.

"Good girl," He hummed, clearly pleased with himself. He smoothed his hands sensuously up and down her hips, pressing a kiss to her pussy before rising to his feet.

And then there he was, that godlike body of his cocooned around hers, and she shivered as his hands began to caress her body once more

"Do you want me to fuck you? Do you want my cock deep inside that perfect pussy? Or do you want me to stop here? It doesn't have to go any further than this. We can stop right now." She moaned as he laid kiss after kiss down the column of her throat, gliding the straps of her sports bra down and helping her ease her arms out of the material.

"I…" She drifted off as his hands squeezed her breasts, her nipples instantly beading up against his palms and that warm, tingling feeling in her cunt returned with renewed vigor and she was needy for more.

Goten gripped her chin, turning her face toward his, and she was shocked at the blazing heat she beheld in those onyx eyes. "Yes or No?"

"Yes," Bulla breathed, her whole being burning beneath the intensity of his gaze.

A glimmer of playfulness shone in them as he asked, "Yes, what?"

"Yes, please fuck me." She begged.

A grin curled on his deliciously full lips and then he was pressing his mouth to hers in a kiss that was both passionate and seeringly, sinfully dirty. She could taste herself on him. She quivered at the memory of his tongue between her thighs and she was giddy to have him inside her, giving her more of that toe curling pleasure.

His hands fell away, and she wanted to wail at the loss of contact.

Then she heard his zipper as he tugged it down, felt the hot insistent press of his cock, gliding through her slippery folds. Fuck, he felt huge. A teeny tiny part of her worried if she'd be able to accommodate a man of his size. But he felt so good as he rubbed his cock against her, coating it in her wetness. She couldn't stop herself from rocking over him and he let out a hiss of pleasure."How do you want it?"

"Soft? Slow?" A hand gripped her hip as he nudged her slick entrance with his broad tip, "Tell me."

She mewed, grinding back against him, trying to pull his body into her clenching heat, but he retreated, sending a clear message. He wouldn't give her what she wanted until he got an answer.

"Hard! Hard and fast… now." She'd had more than enough of soft and slow to last her a lifetime.

"Now." She wiggled her backside impatiently, trying to entice him into giving her what she wanted so badly.

"Bossy," He laughed, the sound erotic and irritating all at once. The hand at her hip trailed back up her body, coming to rest at her throat where his fingers curled possessively, his grip firm but somehow still gentle.

A gasp escaped her lips as he notched the crown of his erection against her drenched entrance.

And in the next moment, he was pushing into her, groaning as he filled her to the brim with his cock. Bulla gasped at the too-tight feeling. It was so intense that she swore she could feel him in her belly. He paused, giving her a moment to adjust, the hard muscles of his torso flush against her back and she could feel his every heavy, gasping breath as they rolled through him.

He retreated briefly, before slamming back inside, driving a shuddered gasp from her lips, pressing her harder against the wall and pushing that big perfect cock deep into her waiting body. Her inner walls clench tightly around him and then he was pumping into her with such force that her body quaked with every bone-jarring thrust.

There was an edge of pain mingling with the pleasure of their coupling, and she was powerless to do anything but take it as he drove into her over and over and over.

And then everything was tensing and pulsing. She could feel a second release building deep in her core, and she nearly choked on the moan that spilled out of her.

"Goten," she panted. "Fuck, Goten, I feel— I'm gonna—"

"I know," he murmured, his fingers tightening slightly on her throat, and then he shifted the angle of his thrusts. She cried out as she felt him hitting something deep inside her, then the air was filled with her moans and the wet, sloppy sound of him pounding in and out of her. And when the hand on her hips slid between her legs and started caressing her clit, she came for a second time, her body clenching and spasming around him.

His steady pumps grew frantic and disjointed before he abruptly pulled out of her body, groaning his pleasure and painting her thighs in his release.

She crumpled back against him, their heavy breaths the only sound echoing through the gravity chamber. The hand at her neck relaxed and his hands moved to gently grip her waist as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head,"I definitely… wasn't expecting that when I offered to spar with you."

"Neither was I," She giggled leaning back against him, feeling dozy and satisfied in the afterglow of their unexpected let out a heavy sigh of contentment, releasing her hips, and tucking himself back into his pants, before he abruptly scooped her up and she let out a startled yelp.

"What are you doing?!"

"Carrying you." He said simply.

"I have legs. I can walk." She fidgeted in his hold.

"Really? After that?" He quirked a brow, his eyes dancing with mirth.

"… When the feeling returns to my legs, I will be able to walk."

He chuckled, placing her on the console of the gravity simulator, fetching a soft white towel from the cupboard to clean their combined release from her thighs and sex.

"So…" she began slowly, as he was helping her slide the straps of her sports bra back into place. "Not to stroke your ego or anything, but thatwasn't terrible."

Goten laughed, "It 'wasn't terrible', now that's a glowing review from the Princess of all Saiyans. I guess I'll really have to bring my A-game next time." He smirked, chucking the towel in the bin and settling in between her thighs, sweeping his hands over her bare skin.

"So… there will be a next time?" She asked carefully.

He leaned in, brushing his lips over hers as he dug his hands into her glossy teal tresses. It was a sweet, lingering kiss that made her heart beat just a bit faster. He pulled back, smiling that gorgeous Son smile. He brushed a thumb gently over her lower lip and said, "Abso-fucking-lutely."