Bulma rolled over and snoozed her alarm clock with a sigh. How was it already the last day of camp? She didn't want to get up, but she really had to get ready. The nightly hookups with Vegeta had her dragging the next morning from lack of sleep, but she had decided that the orgasms were worth it.
She tossed her covers off and planted her feet on the ground with a yawn, before she shuffled over to the bathroom. All the campers would be going on one last big hike this morning lead by Seventeen, but Bulma volunteered to hang back with Chi Chi and help prepare for the farewell party that afternoon.
As she made her way out of her cabin, she saw a dozen campers happily skipping and running to the mess hall for breakfast before their hike. Everyone was wearing their Camp Four Star t-shirts for the big group photo before the party this afternoon. With everyone in the mess hall wearing the same thing, Bulma gave up on looking for Vegeta and just ate at the nearest open seat.
Bulma reported to the kitchen after breakfast and Chi Chi was buzzing around. "Hi Bulma!" she greeted, "my to do list is on the fridge, just pick whatever you want and get started!" Bulma nodded and made her way to the fridge to review said list.
"I'll make the cupcakes," she declared as she walked back into the pantry to collect all the necessary ingredients. The girls continued their prep as the laughed and gossiped throughout the morning.
When everyone returned from the hike the campers were all instructed to pack their bags and clean out their cabins. As Chi Chi and Bulma set out the assortment of desserts they prepared that morning, the other counselors did cabin checks to make sure everything was ready to go.
The campers began to gather, and everyone got into their places for a photo, followed by a photo of all the counselors. Bulma smiled as she reviewed the images, this would most definitely be a treasured summer in her memories. Music began to play and the campers began flocking to the tables lined with desserts. They kids all chatted, exchanged phone numbers, and promised to stay in touch.
When Bulma tried one of her own creations, she was pleasantly surprised. Maybe she actually had inherited her mother's natural baking talents. She decided to grab another cupcake and bring it over to her favorite grumpy lifeguard. She hadn't seen much of him today, so she got excited when she found him chatting with Goku and Krillin.
"I made this cupcake special for you," Bulma said as she offered Vegeta the dessert sitting on top of a napkin.
"Oh really? Because it looks like all the others," he teased in reply, and the other boys laughed.
"Ok fine," she shrugged, "the cupcake isn't special but the napkin is." Bulma winked and walked away without further explanation. Vegeta picked up the cupcake to reveal a little note scribbled on the napkin, 'come over to my cabin tonight for your favorite dessert,' following by a winky face and a heart.
"What's on the napkin?" Krillin asked confusedly, and Goku snickered to himself.
"Nothing," Vegeta replied plainly. He smirked as he shoved the napkin in his pocket and licked the frosting off the top of his cupcake.
The farewell party fizzled out as the parents began arriving to pick up their kids. All the counselors helped them get packed into their cars and gave them well wishes. Vegeta was getting antsy, he wanted these kids gone so he could go over to Bulma's.
"And that's the last one," Bulma sighed as they waved at the final car as it drove away. She turned around to her fellow counselors. "You guys, thank you so much! This has been an incredible camp, I'm so glad I got to know all of you!" She held her arms out wide and they all jumped in for big group hug.
They stayed together and reminisced over some of their favorite memories from the last two weeks as the sun began to set. As night fell, they parted and all made their way back to their respective cabins.
Bulma freshened up a bit when she got back to her room, but it was only a few minutes later that she heard a knock at the door. She smiled as she skipped over and opened the door to find Vegeta standing outside.
"Do you want to come in?" Bulma asked flirtatiously and walked back into her cabin leaving the door open behind her. Vegeta smirked and quickly strode though the door, pushed in closed behind him, before stalking up behind her.
He grabbed her hips and pulled her back against his broad chest. Vegeta leaned down and began placing soft, wet kisses on her neck. Bulma unconsciously titled her head to the side to grant him better access, her body always so responsive to his touch.
The thumb of one hand stroked the skin of her hip, while the other slid up her shirt to grab a handful of her breast over her bra. Bulma let out a soft moan in response. She placed her small hand over his and moved it from her hip closer to her center.
"Someone's eager," Vegeta whispered teasingly in her ear before he nibbled her ear lobe. His other hand stopped massaging her breast and slid down her body to meet the other to unbutton her denim skirt. She wiggled her hips in an effort to help him pull the skirt off her body, revealing a tiny purple thong underneath.
Once around her ankles, Bulma stepped out of the skirt and Vegeta crouched down to come face to face with her ass. His hands held firmly on her hips as he gave one cheek a little kiss then a playful bite. Bulma looked down at him over her shoulder and giggled.
"Stop it!" she laughed and he gave her a wicked smirk. Vegeta stood as she turned around to face him. Bulma grabbed the hem of his shirt and he lifted his arms to help her pull it over his head. She bit her lip as she admired his muscled form. It never got old. Her hands found his abs and she traced the ridges of his firm body all the way up to his jaw. Both hands held onto his face as they looked into each other eyes. Something unspoken but electric passed between them.
Bulma pulled him close and placed her lips on his in a kiss that quickly evolved from sweet and playful to needy and passionate. Vegeta's arms snaked around her body pulling her even closer. She could feel the evidence of his growing desire pressed against her.
Their kiss broke for just a moment when Vegeta began pulling her shirt over her head. Bulma lifted her arms to ease its removal, before Vegeta tossed the forgotten garment off to the side. He paused for a moment, drinking in her nearly naked form. Her milky, smooth skin covered delicious, womanly curves. He noted her bra matched perfectly with her panties, the coordination implying she intended to be seen in such a state of undress.
Vegeta bent down slightly and Bulma thought he might be trying to put his face in her cleavage when he gripped her upper thigh, just below the curve of her ass. He lifted her suddenly and she squeaked with surprised delight. Bulma wrapped her legs around his hips and her arms around his neck before initiating another kiss.
He carried her blindly back to her bedroom with their lips locked. She bit his bottom lip teasingly and he squeezed her in response. His tongue grazed over her lips in request and she opened her mouth to accept him. Their tongues danced together and wordlessly expressed their desires.
Vegeta pulled away as he laid her down on the bed. Bulma released her legs and arms from around him and pouted at the loss of contact before she watched him begin to take off his pants. Underneath his shorts were a pair of tight, navy blue athletic briefs that showed the outline of his erection. Bulma felt a hint of pride that she had such an effect on him.
"Lay down," she commanded in her best sexy voice. He raised an eyebrow, seemingly surprised by her assertiveness, but he did as he was told and made himself comfortable laying on his back on her bed. Bulma was quick to throw a leg over his far side so that she was straddling him. Vegeta smirked, rather pleased where this was going.
Bulma grabbed his wrists and pinned them up by his head. Though he could easily overpower her, Vegeta remained in the position she placed him in, willing to play along.
"Woman, I knew you were a control freak, but this is hotter than I could've imagined," Vegeta husked. Bulma gave him a wicked smile before she began grinding her hips against him. Her core rubbed up and down his throbbing erection making her moan. Vegeta's breath hitched at her tortuous ministrations.
"Do you want me?" she whispered innocently against his lips.
Vegeta closed his eyes and growled, "you're so mean." Bulma gave his a sweet kiss on the lips before releasing his wrists and sat up still straddling him.
"Really?" she pretend pouted, "I think I'm really nice." She then reached behind her back and unhooked her purple bra. Bulma let the straps slowly fall off her shoulders, as Vegeta's charcoal eyes devoured every inch of skin that was being revealed. She then tore the bra away to free her voluptuous chest, and tossed her bra aside. Vegeta licked his lips as if a tempting treat had been placed in front of him.
It was mere seconds before both her breasts were captured by his hands. Vegeta massaged each mound before he ran his rough thumbs over her sensitive nipples and she shivered at the sensation. His treatment caused her moans to grow louder and the heat in her core became more needy. She began swiveling her hips and pressing into Vegeta again.
"You're so fucking hot," he growled before his hands abandoned her breasts. His grip moved to her back and he rolled over, pinning Bulma beneath him. One of his forearms supported his weight, while his other hand reached its fingers into her soft, blue hair. Vegeta tilted her head up and kissed her hard. Their tongues battled for dominance and his hips ground into hers.
She had never experience such a feeling before, it was as if there was some insatiable beast inside her that needed to be fed. As Vegeta kissed her, as his firm muscled chest pressed again her bare breasts, Bulma could feel the moisture pooling between her legs. An aching hunger in the pit of her stomach begged to be filled.
Vegeta's kisses strayed from her lips and he began kissing down her neck, then down her chest. He slowed his pace over her breasts as he licked and softly bit her pert nipples.
All the other times they had hooked up there was a noticeable moment in which the interaction would plateau. Tonight was different. It keep kept progressing, he kept going, and Bulma realized they were getting closer to there.
"I've never…" Bulma whispered in an unsteady voice. Vegeta ceased kissing her stomach and looked up, his lusty eyes shifted into something much softer.
"Did you wanna stop?" he asked softly. Bulma took a deep breath and contemplated her answer. This summer had been everything she'd hoped for. She had so much fun the entire time, but every highlight starred Vegeta. She realized that she really liked him a lot, maybe even was falling for him. Now here she was nearly naked and he was waiting patiently for her to make up her mind. Bulma decided she didn't want to wait because a moment couldn't get more perfect than this.
"No, I want this," Bulma said as she shook her head. Vegeta gave her a small but genuine smile, realizing what she was trusting him with. He continued kissing down her body as he was doing before. But it was different now, he seemed to be more tender, more loving.
Vegeta gingerly placed a kiss on her hip as his fingers slipped into the waistband of her panties. He looked back up at her again as if waiting for her to change her mind, but when she didn't say anything, he slid the last piece of clothing that concealed her nakedness off her body.
He looked her over her naked form admiringly, but Bulma had never felt more vulnerable or shy. Vegeta pushed her knees apart, putting her womanhood on full display, before he leaned in and kissed up her inner thigh but stopped before reaching her nether lips. Each peck left her skin feeling tingly.
He sat back up and removed his own underwear, freeing his proud erection. After putting on a condom, he crawled on top of her and positioned himself at her entrance. He used his head to tease her clit and Bulma thought she might combust. The tension coiling in the pit of her stomach was becoming unbearable.
She gripped his biceps as he slowly entered her, it felt like she was being stretched in uniquely painful way. Bulma closed her eyes and furrowed her brow as he filled her completely. Vegeta let out a satisfied sigh. The sensation was so new, but she knew that moments ago this was what her body was begging for.
She felt Vegeta still before he swept her bangs out off her forehead and she opened eyes to find his eyes searching hers for a sign. Bulma knew he needed some form of reassurance, but words escaped her, so she pulled his face down and kissed him.
He must have understood that as a sign to continue, so he began pulling out before plunging back in. With each movement of his hips the pain she felt shifted into a foreign, yet amazing pleasure. Does this make her a woman now? Is Vegeta going to be her boyfriend when they go back to school? What did this even mean?
Everything in that moment was so overwhelming, the sensation, the emotions, the eye contact, Bulma feared she might cry. She felt her eyes water against her will, but she refused to let a single tear fall. She worried it would freak Vegeta out.
He found a rhythm with his thrusts before he began kissing her again. His lips felt so earnest and the movement of his hips created a feeling the consumed her. Bulma moaned loudly into his mouth, and in that brief second where she gave up all control a tear fell down her cheek.
When Vegeta felt the wet tear touch his hand the had been holding her face, he pulled away from her lips and looked into her eyes that glittered with moisture. He ceased his movements and his brow furrowed.
"You okay?" he asked gently, his tone laced with concerned. His rough thumb glided over her cheek to wipe away the remnants of her tear. Bulma was so embarrassed, crying right now was not very sexy.
"I'm good... Its good.." Bulma stuttered, "really good, I-I don't know why I'm..." Then Vegeta kissed her again to save her from having to finish an explanation not even she knew. He began pulling out and pushing in again. She was relieved that he was unperturbed by her emotional display. Soon Bulma felt brave enough to match his hips with thrusts of her own. Vegeta groaned as their rhythm synced and their pace increased.
Bulma could feel her clit grinding against Vegeta's skin as he filled her over and over again. She knew she was still so tense from nervousness, but each moan that escaped her lips softened her. They breathed heavily and were covered in a light layer of sweat. The force with which he was thrusting into her seemed like it would hurt, but it only increased her pleasure. The experience was so intense, Bulma felt like she literally needed to hold on. Her fingers clawed down his muscled back and he growled with gratification.
When Vegeta started kissing her neck, she decided to give in to the sensations her body was feeling. The tension she felt in her stomach coiled so tight, Bulma was sure she was going to explode. And then she did. The tension released itself in incomparable waves of pleasure that racked her entire body.
She could feel her inner walls clenching around Vegeta's member. Apparently he did too, because he groaned loudly then nearly collapsed on top of her. Vegeta caught himself on his forearms, but rested his forehead on her shoulder, finding relief after her climax sparked his own.
Vegeta didn't move for a moment, still inside her as they both recovered. Bulma felt his haggard breath return to normal, as the aftershocks of her orgasm subsided.
"Vegeta?" she whispered. He kissed her on the shoulder before he sat up to look at her. "Would you want to sleep here tonight?" she asked and he smiled.