AN: Warning - The following chapter contains adult themes, like throughout the Whole chapter. It's also a bit short because I censored the shit outa it. You want the good stuff - go find it on AO3.

Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Ball Z, Super or GT or any of the associated characters that appear in this fanfic.

Chapter 9: Bandages of Boo-Boos

The next week went by alternatively with Vegeta being stitched and bandaged up or chased out of the GT, which he was very reluctant to leave since the thing had been upgraded. Needless to say he did not like being kept from what he essentially thought of as his new toy. Unfortunately the woman had roped his future-self's teenaged spawn from hell into enforcing the ban on his training. The brat had no qualms about physically removing him from the ship, damn her. If it were anyone but his own progeny, he would be majorly pissed at being outranked by a child.

Which was how he found himself in his current predicament: sitting on the on-grounds infirmary bench, trying not to wince every time the blue haired harpy screeched at him for being a masochistic idiot at the same time she was applying antiseptic salve on his latest wounds.

"I swear, it's like talking to a rock!" she huffed, and followed the words with another dip in the ointment tin before swabbing more salve on the abrasion on his back. "I told you that the AI system in the drones was next level. I told you to start off on a lower setting and work your way up, and what do you do?" she continued rating as she started taping the wound with a bandage. "After deciding that 'level one' was too slow for you, you ramp it up four levels. Four. Whole. Levels. Are you crazy?!"

"Woman, stop bitching. I'm fine."

"Yeah! Thank Kami I had the foresight to wipe the data already stored by the learning algorithm or you would have been toast! Did you know those bots were set to Future-You's training regime and stats."

To this, Vegeta heaved an exasperated sigh and idly wondered how long he still needed to be there.

"You can be lucky that level five still has the failsafe that stops the bots from firing at your stubborn ass the moment you go down. Two more levels and you'd either be a smear on the floor or I'd be fishing you out of the rubble again. I -"

Her complaint was cut off by his mouth on hers as he yanked her to him by her wrist and swallowed her surprised gasp. Since her mouth was already open he took the opportunity to sweep his tongue into it and tangle it with hers. She didn't put up an ounce of resistance. He heard the tin hit the floor as it fell from her hand and next she was winding her arms around his neck and her hands were in his hair and then she was kissing him back. Gods he loved her taste, he thought, and wrapped his arms around her, pulled her into him and heard her whimper as her belly came into contact with the hard length of his erection beneath his training shorts.

When he finally pulled her away a few long moments later, he was pleased to see that beautiful rosy flush was back on her cheeks. Her eyes were staring dazedly into his and her lips were shiny and puffy. He chuckled smugly. "Blessed silence. Thank the gods."

He saw her brow furrow in confusion, before his words registered through the lust and he saw indignation bloom on her expressive face. She opened her mouth, but before she could go off again, he covered her mouth with his again, effectively interrupting her tirade. She melted just as easily the second time and he smirked against her lips.

This time she pulled away first, quite violently at that, yelling "Kami-dammit Vegeta!"

He was undeterred. Simply moved towards her neck, nipping on the flesh there, causing her to gasp, before trailing his tongue over the marks. "Kami!" she breathed, voice husky and low, "It's not right that an asshole like you should be so good at kissing." She panted. He ignored her, his mind currently occupied by the trail his tongue was taking towards her cleavage. She was wearing some V-neck type mini-dress with a small zip between her breasts trailing down to her waist. Convenient. He grabbed the little tab and watched the zipper teeth part, revealing the pink-lace covered globes of her perfectly plump tits. The material so thin he could see through it to where the milky white flesh turned dark around the pebbled apex of each breast. His hand went to one and he swiped the pad of his thumb over the erect peak. She sucked in a quick breath, pushing the fleshy mound deeper into his palm. His gaze shot up to her face and he watched in fascination as a little whimper escaped her lips when he did it again. That was all the confirmation he needed so he dipped his head and covered the other breast with his mouth. Her little whimper became a moan that had him twitching in his pants and her hands digging into his hair.

He was well into enjoying himself with his mouth on the other breast when he felt a tug on his hair and he let go to look at her.

"Under" she stated, then followed the request by leaning back in his arms. Her hands went to her chest, fingers gripping the garment between her breasts. She twisted and the fabric fell apart, her breasts spilling free. He spent a short moment admiring them. His personal perusal was interrupted when he felt her hands on the side of his head, tugging him forward. He didn't delay, and he felt and heard her sigh in pleasure when his mouth engulfed the sensitive crown of her now bared breast, working one and then the other in turn.

Then her one hand left his hair and grabbed his wrist. She then twined her fingers with his, her small hand cupping his big one and dragged it downwards. His mouth left her breast to watch the progress of their hands.

She stepped one foot onto the step below the infirmary bed, stepped the other leg back in to widen her stance and he felt the silky skin of her inner thigh as she guided their hands between her legs. She was staring at him intently. Seriously. If he hadn't already guessed it on his bed a week ago, her eyes right then would have affirmed it. They were most certainly done playing games. Before he could comment she let go of his hand, and hiked her skirt up over her hips. He, in turn, used the opportunity to yank her underwear down her hips, causing her to jerk. The panties didn't go far since her one leg was still hiked up on the step. Undeterred, he simply grabbed the material at both hips and pulled, felt them tear and watched the tatters fall to the floor. Bulma gasped.

"Vege-" but before any further protest could be made he had her up on the bench, straddling his lap.

When he had her settled he leaned back, his back touching the wall, grabbed her hand again and entwined their fingers like she did earlier. Then he guided it back to the juncture of her spread thighs.

"Woman" he said, tearing his gaze away to look at her face and watching her do the same. "Show me."

"What?" she asked, looking at him befuddled.

"Show me." he repeated firmly.

"I don't… Vegeta?" her voice was now uncertain, "Have you never…" she continued cautiously.

"I've fucked plenty of females before, Bulma, from many different species" he answered her unfinished question. "The only thing they had in common was a hole to stick my dick into. The rest..." He trailed off and saw understanding dawn in her eyes. She bit her lip, seeming a bit unsure, but fortunately required no more explanations. Her hand tightened over his and his eyes fell back down to watch her guide it to where she wanted him. Then she showed him what she liked and no one could accuse the Prince of Saiyans of being a slow learner. He had her crying out in minutes and watched, fascinated as her body clenched and jerked in pleasure.

After long moments she slumped forward, her head falling into his neck. She was breathing hard and there were droplets of sweat dotting her forehead. He felt it on his throat. If he didn't know any better, Vegeta would think she was scent marking him. But since apparently human olfactory instruments do not pick up on mating pheromones, he figured it was probably unintentional. Nevertheless, his hand was drenched and he was so hard it hurt, but all he could do was sit there and watch as her climax faded, the spasming around his fingers stilling.

"That was… so good." she panted. "So. Fucking. Good. Kami I haven't orgasmed like that in ages, if ever." she said, lifting her face to his. She met his eyes, face flushed, eyes twinkling and announced "your turn" before scrambling off his lap to stand between his spread thighs with her hands on his thighs. She didn't bother righting her disheveled clothes - her nudity unashamedly on display. She made quite an inviting sight from Vegeta's vantage point.

One hand went up to trace the visible wet spot on his shorts before she said "Oh my" in a husky coo, "Someone sure got excited." Then without preamble slipped her hand into his shorts and freed him.

"Hi there, big boy." she purred, eyes sparkling strangely, then bent down and took him into her mouth.

He groaned and his abdomen clenched in delectation. He leaned back further, intent on watching the show when his keen ears picked up soft footfalls heading towards them.

"Shit" he muttered, and his next groan had nothing to with the fact that her hot mouth was slowly driving all the coherent thoughts from his brain. Grabbing Bulma at the sides of her head, he went against every instinct currently raging in his body and pulled her mouth off him.

"Hey!" she whined.

"No time" he interrupted her, tucking himself back into his shorts. Noting with a panic that the fabric was tenting obscenely. He swore, but ignored it - he could already feel it going down- and instead pulled roughly at Bulma's dress so that the fabric covered her lower half once more.

"What -" she started asking at the same time he heard the door of the infirmary open.

"Hey Old Man!" Bra's voice drifted into the room, footsteps approaching their location. He saw Bulma's eyes widen and her hands flew to the two pieces of her bra hanging loose at her sides. She spun around, back to the entrance and Vegeta jumped off the bench just as the brat entered.

"How bad did you hurt yourself this time?" she was saying as she walked into the room, but suddenly froze in her tread. Vegeta, who was at that time looking to the floor to make sure his boots covered both parts of Bulma's ripped panties looked up as he heard her step falter. His eyes caught the motion of her rapid inhalations. Scenting. Shit, he thought as he watched the scenario register in the young girl's brain and her face suddenly turn beet red. Bulma bent to the floor, snagged something then spun back around, breasts thankfully all tucked away.

"Bra, sweetie… Uh, Vegeta's just about done," she spoke. "If you'll give us a moment, I just have to wrap up his wound."

"Uhm. That's okay Mom. I'll just come back later… or something." she stammered, and turned on her heel before Bulma could say another word.

After a few moments of staring at the blank space Bra disappeared from, Bulma turned to him. "Do you think she knows-"

"She most definitely knows, Woman."

"Crap" she said and bit her lip guiltily. Vegeta bent, retrieving the pieces of her panties from beneath his boots. Bulma looked at them intently when he placed them in her hand which he noted also held the tin of salve that she dropped earlier.

"Was that really necessary?" she asked, indicating her ruined underwear, her tone held more amusement than exasperation, Vegeta noted.

"They were in my way." he deadpanned.

"Saiyans" she muttered, before tossing the underwear into the trash with the used bandages. Then she turned to him saying "Those wounds should be healed in about a day or two with your physiology. I'll check on them tomorrow. Until then"

The next day Vegeta regrettably found himself in much the same scenario as he did the day before. Staring at the open door of the infirmary supply closet that, a moment ago, contained the shocked form of the woman's former lover. Unfortunately, Vegeta didn't manage to pick up on the approaching footsteps in time and was caught, quite literally, with his pants down.

After stammering his intention to leave, and trying his damnedest to not meet either of their eyes, Yamcha, much like Bra had turned on his heel and bolted from the room. After a few moments of stunned silence, Bulma turned a wide-eyed gaze on him. They stared at each other for a silent moment more before his lips quirked in mirth. Bulma pursed her own lips, attempting to look contrite but failing miserably. She then cleared her throat awkwardly before stating:

"So… that just happened."

Vegeta just shook his head in exasperation. To be honest, he was feeling a bit awkward himself, but damned if he showed it. Although, he was thinking that he might also be failing miserably in his efforts to hide it for he could feel the heat creep up his face and to his ears.

"Rain check?" she asked suddenly. Her voice chipper as she tucked him back in his shorts.

"You and your fucking rain checks." he muttered, helping her up to her feet when she reached a hand out to him. He watched her smooth her dress back over her hips, covering her stripy pink panties, his lips turned down in disappointment and he lamented the fact that the universe kept on finding ways to cock-block him in the worst ways.

"You do realize that makes two interrupted blowjobs in two days, don't you?" he said with a sigh.

"Foiled again" she replied with a grin.

"I really don't find this funny," he sniffed.

"I know. These interruptions are really starting to become ridiculous." she puffed. "I mean, first Bra, then my Mom of all people, and now Yamcha! What are the chances? You think the universe is trying to tell us something?"

He grunted in reply, all the while thinking that the universe can go fuck itself.

It's been little more than a week after he'd decided to stop fighting the pull of the Woman and put them both out of their sexually frustrated misery. Since that first attempt - foiled by his own sorry state, no less, they've been interrupted, three times now, the last time, not counting the present catastrophe, by Bulma's mother bringing clean laundry to his room while the woman was straddling him on his bed in nothing but her panties, which were moments away of becoming confetti.

"Don't mind me dears, I'll be out of your hair in a jiffy" was all the ditsy blonde said as she went about her business invading his domain, placing his laundered clothes and towels on the desk and breezing right back out with a "carry on you two". Then there's the fact that the brat kept popping up every time he trained, to check on him and make sure he was not overdoing it. Even if he wasn't training she still showed up and pestered him, talking a mile a minute about everything under the sun, which culminated in the incident in the infirmary the previous day. And now this. Suffice to say, now that he actually made the decision to take her to bed, everyone and their mother - literally - got in his way and his balls really were not happy with this turn of events.

It ended today. He decided, mentally taking stock of the state of his injuries. They were mostly healed and should no longer be an obstruction. Catching Bulma's wrist as she turned to leave the room, he waited until she turned back and caught his eyes before stating.

"You'll come to my room tonight. And whatever earthlings do to prevent pregnancy, you'll do that too."

She smirked. "Will I now?" she sassed in reply.

He took a step into her space, cupped her jaw between thumb and index finger and turned her face to his. "You'll come." he reiterated staring intensely into her clear blue eyes and noted her one eyebrow go up and her smirk get wider.

"Oh, I'm counting on it Princey." she stated. "And I'm on the pill."

"The hell's that?"

"Artificial hormonal supplements human women take to prevent pregnancy."

"See you tonight, Woman." He huffed, let go of her jaw and walked out to door.

AN: You know, the hardest part of writing this chapter was editing most of the smut out without sacrificing too much on the flow. Don't ask me how I'm going to handle the next chapter... I think it might be even smuttier. I apologize in advance, bc my plot seems to fall fallen on the wayside. Anyhoos - Until next time.