*****A/N*****
Perspectives are jumbled during smut scenes and I'm not the least bit sorry lol.
Chapter Text
******Vegeta******
Vegeta is still in complete awe by what he is encountering. The girl was now a full-fledged, curvy, gorgeous woman – a woman that has made it completely obvious that she is in need of a man. Her red halter-top dress was delicately decorated by small, shimmering crystals around the neckline, the waist was cinched perfectly to accentuate her hourglass curve. He didn't pay attention to the delicate pieces of jewelry around her wrist or the rings on her fingers, the only thing he could do was restrain himself from lifting her onto the table and taking her right there, in front of everyone.
Bulma continued to ramble, talking about possible vacation spots to how her day had gone in the lab. Vegeta tried his best to pay attention, or at least appear to, but his eyes would not stop roaming over her. His thoughts drifting to where he could lick, touch, and kiss before she found out it was him. Before he knew it, he had inched his chair closer to Bulma to her left of their small round table.
"Yamcha? What are you doing?"
The other man's name jarred him back to a sensible frame of mind, shaking the intense lust out of his head – for a moment, at least. He cleared his throat and tried his best to play the part of "Yamcha," taking her hand in his again and whispering in her ear.
"You know, something you said earlier caught my attention."
"Oh? And what has you acting so strangely?"
Vegeta gave her a smirk, his eyes lowering to her cleavage before coming back up to meet her eyes with a hungry gaze.
"I was thinking about the beach, and how much I would enjoy taking you under a full moon."
Bulma blushed and shyly gazed around. She was aware that she had only herself to blame for giving him the idea, but damn did it ever turn her on to hear a fantasy of his. He never talked about trying new things or fantasies he wanted to make possible!
The sweet scent of pheromones wafted towards Vegeta, his eyes closing as he took a deep inhale. His senses were dulled due to the body he was inhabiting but he could still faintly make out the scent of her moisture. He gradually opened his eyes, her blush beginning to fade.
'Can't have that,' he thought as he allowed his hand to slowly make its way off the table while he kept an eye out for anyone who may be watching. His fingers gently caressed her knee and slowly moved upwards. Bulma wriggled and shot him a look of disbelief – was he seriously going to do something naughty…. In public?
Curiosity began to overtake her as she met his eyes with a dare – do it.
He grinned and leaned forward, whispering in her ear yet again.
"You're going to regret challenging me…"
Bulma bit her lip and glance around the restaurant – still no attention from any of the other people there. She tensed a little when Vegeta gave her inner thigh a squeeze, asking her to spread her legs enough to let him in. For a moment she hesitated, wondered if this was really going to happen and if she should let it. Another squeeze and she reaffirmed her dare with a sensual glare.
He could feel this body getting aroused, the fabric straining painfully against him with every caress of her but rather than adjust himself, Vegeta allowed the erection to remain restrained painfully if only to keep him grounded and in control.
She gasped almost too loud when his fingers reached her core, she almost had to cover her mouth to keep herself from trying to moan out loud.
He hadn't been expecting it, almost pulled away in shock when he reached his destination and found smooth, wet lips already exposed. The vulgar woman had clearly planned for things to get heated and dressed accordingly. Vegeta used his thumb to stroke her thigh while his fingers toyed with her small bundle of nerves, he almost missed it when he moved his thumb, but she was indeed wearing panties.
'Crotchless panties? This little minx!'
Vegeta's excitement strained harder against the fabric while Bulma wiggled under his touch. He touched her so well, expertly even. The pleasure threatening to take over her if only she would allow it, but the restaurant was still filled with chattered and dishes clanking as the waiters began to bring out the orders. Vegeta turned his body to the side and crossed his legs to avoid any suspicion, his left hand still working his magic as he smiled at her – only looking around when movement caught his eye.
She almost moaned out loud when his finger found its way in, then the other. Her body slumped down in her chair to give him better access while she tried to appear perfectly composed. She placed an elbow on the table and rested her cheek in the palm of her hand as she twisted to appear focused on her date. She was uncomfortable but about ready to scream to the gods at the same time.
He worked her faster, now using his thumb to rub her clit while plunging his middle and ring finger into her rhythmically. She was taking deep breaths and doing her best to swallow the moans, her eyes fighting to roll back, and her body threatening to shake and give them away as the orgasm began to build and build to the tipping point.
She could feel the warmth start in her belly as the pleasure fire was stoked by his fingers, burning further and further up her body until it was ready to burst out in waves of heated passion.
'Almost there! Oh God, I'm about to cum! Yes! Yes! Ye….'
"May I offer you another glass of wine, Madam? Your order will be out shortly."
Bulma jumped and let out a fluttering gasp. The waiter had come out of thin air!
'Goddamn it! I was so close!'
"Yes please, another glass would be lovely," she sighed softly in an attempt to sound normal and not at all breathless.
The waiter offered Vegeta another drink as well and carried on with his orders once receiving the nod.
"I can't believe we just did that!" whispered Bulma as she covered her face with both hands in embarrassment.
"I told you you'd regret challenging me," smirked Vegeta with a wink.
"That was…. that was so unlike you, Yamcha…."
The mention of the name made Vegeta turn away and sneer. He'd forgotten this wasn't real. That he wasn't really there, and she wasn't really his.
"But I have to admit…," she leaned in close and gave him a peck on the cheek. "I really liked it. You are amazing."
The ego-boosting admission in his ear only brought him a small amount of comfort but Vegeta decided he should make the most of it. If he started pouting now and acting like an idiot for her calling him the wrong name, then he'd lose his chance to really have fun with her.
Instead, he responded with a promise that may have sent her over the edge after all.
"Just wait until I get you alone…."
******Bulma******
Dinner had dragged on for a while – it seemed as though it was Bulma's turn to tease him. The time seemed to have been frozen at that moment and yet the waiter couldn't stop himself from commenting on how quickly they had eaten.
In the limo, Bulma had her legs wrapped tightly around Vegeta's waist as they kissed fervently. Hands roamed everywhere they could grope, heated moans escaping their mouths every moment their lips broke contact. The soundproof glass creating the barrier between passengers and driver was not as soundproof as they may have thought, and the driver was having a hard time focusing on the road.
One quick overcorrection to avoid a head-on collision and the couple was thrown onto the floor. They didn't even seem to notice. Instead, Bulma took it as a sign that she should dominate for a while. She ground her hips into Vegeta's as she sat up and took hold of his hands, placing them on her ribs and slowly guiding them up to her unintentionally ignored breasts. She tossed her head back and let out a seductive moan as Vegeta gently fondled her while she writhed impatiently.
Bulma's head was swimming in lust and fogged by the small, teasing sensations of his length through the layers of his boxers and suit pants. In all their years together, Bulma had never wanted Yamcha the way she wanted him right at that moment. He was so in command, like he was going to take what he wanted. The way he moved against her, touched her, found her nipples and took them into his mouth – it all drove her crazy. He was acting as if he had waited for this moment for years and not even she could stop it from happening even if she wanted to.
******Vegeta******
Vegeta took things slow, enjoying the feel of her skin, the heat radiating off of her the more he ran his hands over her breasts, and the moisture now seeping onto him through his pants. Oh, did she ever want him. He wasn't sure how long it had been for her and the idiot he was possessing but he had the sense that this was the most enjoyment she had had with him in a while, and he was just getting started.
The car made a turn and Vegeta flipped them over, pinning Bulma on her back and tossing her legs over his shoulders before she could make heads or tails of what was happening. She gasped loudly at the feel of his breath on her thighs. She tensed at the feel of wet, warm lips inching down her thigh and back up the other, completely ignoring her exposed core for the time being.
"Hey…. I thought you didn't like going down on me?"
Her words had almost frozen him in complete shock and his eyes slowly made their way up her body to meet hers.
'What kind of man wouldn't enjoy tasting the source of her sweet scent?'
Vegeta was almost at a loss for words – how was he supposed to respond to that when he, himself, rather enjoyed making a woman unravel with just his tongue? It was the most dominating sense of pride he could feel! He was feeling rather annoyed as it was that she kept calling him 'Yamcha' but now he couldn't please her properly because of him? No, fuck that!
"Tonight isn't about me, it's about making you cum over and over until you beg me to stop. Just lie down and let me take care of you. I'll show you the best night of your life."
His voice was husky and yet smooth. A tingling chill crept up Bulma's spine and her skin was immediately covered in goosebumps. He never spoke to her like this! She didn't know what got into him, but she was silently praying to the Kai's that it wouldn't leave.
He ducked his head back down between her thighs as she bit her lip and gave him a small smile. The rosiness of her cheeks just made Vegeta grin maliciously, he was going to make his mark on her body and make her beg for him tonight and the loser he possessed would just have to deal with him coming back to fulfill her needs.
The shaky moan that escaped her lips was the most satisfying sound Vegeta had ever heard, for now anyway. He had only given her one, slow lick to her bundle of nerves and she was already sounding like she was coming down from her orgasmic high. Oh yes, he was going to have his fun.
He ran his tongue between her folds, lapping up at all the moisture she had created while writhing on him earlier and from waiting in anticipation. Her whispery moans and sighs filled his ears and spurred him on. He didn't want her quiet, no, he wanted her to scream for him. Cum so hard she placed him in a headlock only for her to struggle to get him off. He gradually picked up his pace, smirking every time she arched her back and lost her breath mid-moan. She almost lost all thought when he began to insert his fingers, first one and then a second. The come-hither motion hitting her G spot perfectly.
Her loud, sharp gasp was the only sign he needed to know he had struck gold. He stroked the spot again and began massaging it when she gasped again. His mouth still working its magic on her clit was the last straw. She arched up as wave after wave of pleasure jolted through her. Her body tensed so much all she could do was silently scream as her whole body began to shake.
Bulma began to jerk and tremble as Vegeta continued his ministrations to her over-sensitized womanhood. It was becoming too much for her and once she caught her breath, she began trying to push him off of her. Her mind appeared so dazed she couldn't even begin to formulate words to tell him to stop.
Vegeta felt the small hand on his head and slowly backed off, giving her one final lick as he did. She was still gasping for air when he sat up on his haunches, looking down at her and relishing the sight of the satisfied, blue-haired woman he had often dreamed of – not that he'd ever admit how often he had. Finally, he was able to see it for himself. The flush of her porcelain skin, the sweat covered brow, her eyes slightly rolled back from the mind-numbing pleasure that had coursed through her, all thanks to him. She was more gorgeous than he had ever imagined. If it was possible, he'd never leave this body again.
******Bulma******
The limo driver was unable to make eye contact when he finally opened the door for the young couple. He hadn't said a word but had been kind enough to knock on the separation glass before getting out to open their door. Luckily, they hadn't been naked, so the door had swung open the moment he had made his way around. Bulma had noticed the obvious blush on his face and made a mental note to send a generous tip for him tomorrow.
They made their way up to Bulma's room quietly. The whole way up, Vegeta walked behind her with a predatory glare. His presence behind her sent chills up her spine but she couldn't help but feel turned on. It was as if she was the only thing that mattered to him that night and she was loving the attention. Not once did she catch him side-eyeing a waitress or woman in a low-cut dress, not once did he refer to her as 'babe' loudly when he noticed some man eyeing her, not once had he looked at his phone. His attention was all hers and she was wet for it.
******Vegeta******
The room was just as Vegeta had remembered it, only now the color was more neutral, and the posters were replaced by scientific achievement awards. Her lascivious voice brought his attention back to her and she grinned from ear to ear with the way he looked at her.
"I'm going to go slip into something a little more…sexy…," she said as she slowly walked toward him, whispering the final word into his ear while she ran a delicate finger down his chest.
He smiled and nodded as she began to pull away from him. While she was doing that, Vegeta decided he should freshen up too. He walked straight to the sink in her bathroom and rinsed the woman's moisture off his face. He might like it, but he wasn't sure if she would tolerate the smell on his face and breath. Warm water filled his palms almost instantly and he splashed his face, rubbing a small amount of soap around his mouth and cheeks to cleanse himself. When he was finished, the sight he caught in the mirror gave him the most intense jolt of reality that night. He had never seen the face to match the name. There was a scar over an eye and one cheek, the slightly tan skin looked like it was healing from a recent sunburn over the cheeks, and his hair was gag-worthy – long enough and styled in a way that could easily have him mistaken for a woman had it not been for his broad shoulders.
Vegeta immediately hated the face. His mind ran from one rapid thought to another, the most prevalent being how an ugly bastard like this managed to get a woman like Bulma. He hated it. He wanted to punch himself out, but it would have been stupid. At one point, he had to convince himself this was a good thing.
'You're lucky she has low standards. If this blue path was always meant to lead to him, you should be grateful that he led you to her. He could do much worse and then what would you do? No, this is good. If I ever have the chance to see her in my superior Saiyan body, she would be thrilled of the upgrade. He's still an ugly fuck though. A stupidly lucky, ugly fuck.'
With one last sneer into the mirror, Vegeta grabbed the towel nearby and dried himself off – hoping to the Kais he'd never have to see the face again but knowing that it would be inevitable if this arrangement continued. The bedroom was now dimly lit and Bulma was posed fetchingly on the bed wearing the same crotchless panties from before and a sheer robe with faux fur on the trim. He almost instantly forgot about the ugly mug she was staring at, smirking as his eyes slowly crept up the length of her legs, to her full hips and dip of her waist, and finally up her chest and neck to her heated gaze.
Vegeta could almost feel the intense need radiating through her eyes the moment they made contact. She needed him, and he was determined to give her every ounce of his energy, so she'd always need him.
Slowly, he began to make his way over to the bed while slipping out of his clothes. Bulma watched him intently, biting her lip a little harder each time a piece of clothing hit the ground. She hadn't let him take his boxers off completely – once he was close enough, she grabbed for his member and made sure to repay him for servicing her in the limo.
She pumped him a few times and positioned herself on her back, her head hanging off the bed slightly to open her throat just a little bit wider to take him in deep. He tossed his head back the moment her wet tongue slid across the underside of his throbbing cock, his groan making her grin before she grabbed his hips and took him into her mouth.
He couldn't believe how experienced she seemed to be. Everything she did drove him crazier than the last. She guided his dick in and out, taking him in almost to the hilt by using her grip on his hips to set the pace. Before long, he was thrusting on his own, listening for her gasps of air and the gagging noises he would normally deem disgusting had she not been making them with his cock in her mouth.
It didn't take him too long to pull out and step away from the bed, holding the base of his member tightly to suppress the intense urge to cum all over her face. As much as he liked the idea of seeing her like that, this was not how he wanted to end their encounter. He wanted to feel her squeezing the life out of him, wanted to hear her fevered moans in his ear as he whispered filthy things into hers.
Bulma wiped her mouth off, seemingly satisfied and delighted that it didn't last much longer. Her throat was completely sore, and she was sure her voice was hoarse and unattractive. Before she could muster up the courage to try and say something, Vegeta was on her, licking and kissing her neck and nibbling on her ear.
"I can't wait much longer, I need to know what you feel like," he whispered.
He spread her legs wide and held himself at her entrance before easing in and watching her expression as he filled her up.
'She's amazing! Better than anything I have ever felt before!' Thought Vegeta, his eyes rolling back as he enjoyed the warm sensation of being enveloped.
******Bulma******
As he sped up, thrusting into her perfectly and hitting all the right spots, Bulma couldn't help but wonder if she had heard him right.
'I need to know what you feel like? What did he mean by that? He's been acting a little off all night. I wonder if…'
"Oh! Oh, right there! Yes! YES!"
Forgetting for the time being about the strange behavior and focusing on the rush of ecstasy barreling towards her. She was getting closer to her big finish – and if she was being honest with herself, this was going to be the best one yet.
******Vegeta******
He was so close! He could feel her walls tightening and the urge to release was fighting its way to the surface. He pounded harder to the sounds of her moans, fucking her faster with every 'yes' she managed to shout.
'FUCK! I'm about to cum!'
"YES! OH GOD! YAMCHA!"
Vegeta jolted awake in an instant. He gasped and looked around to find himself still in the pod, traveling to the next purge.
"Goddamn it!" he hissed furiously. He couldn't believe what had just happened. He missed it. Missed the opportunity to release, the chance to feel his entire body and soul give way to the blue-haired goddess he could never stop thinking about. Taking a deep breath, he tried to calm himself down but couldn't – he had an intense throbbing erection and was feeling the urge to finish what he started. He hated that! He had never stooped so low as to pleasure himself and he was not about to do it now!
"Sounds like you missed out on the best part of that dream, Vegeta!" laughed Raditz over the coms system.
'Oh god, no….'
"What the hell are you talking about, Raditz?! And why is the coms system on?!" yelled Vegeta with enough ire to send chills up Raditz's spine even though they were already lightyears away from each other.
"Uuhhhh…. well…. you were moaning in your sleep. You kept mumbling too, but I couldn't make that out. Sounded like you were really going at it! Who were you fucking, Vegeta?"
"I was fucking your brother over your dead corpse! Get the fuck off the com and if I ever hear another word of this, I will rip out your heart and use it as a pocket slut!"
Raditz didn't even answer, he simply slammed his finger on the end transmission button and sat in his seat, terrified. Vegeta had never spoken like that before but if he was saying it now there was no way Raditz was about to find out if he meant it or not. Although, he had already been told by the pink-eyed girl from Frieza's ship that Vegeta had watched them the night they were together in their room. He might not act like them, but Vegeta was very well aware of his surroundings and Saiyan habits.
Vegeta ground his teeth and clenched his fists. There, on the other end of the coms was Nappa, snoring away like a rumbling earthquake threatening to destroy a planet. Both lines open meant he must have been the one to activate the transmission on his control panel. How he had not woken up with Nappa's loud snoring was beyond him.
He set his feet away from the control panel making sure to get comfortable and not slam on the coms system again. Humiliation haunted him but not nearly as much as the last sight of Bulma before he had woken up. She had almost reached her orgasm and her face had begun to contort to the pleasure so beautifully that it was becoming engraved into his mind. What he wouldn't give to see that in person, feel her with his own body and not the body of an ugly puppet.
She was becoming more and more of an addiction. He was so frustrated and pent up like never before thanks to her. She was the reason for him still having a throbbing erection, even after talking to Raditz and hearing Nappa's snores. No matter how hard he tried to forget about the dream – convince himself that it's all it was and that she didn't exist or want him – he just couldn't.
Now he was faced with the harsh reality of no options left. He had to touch himself. There would be no relief and no sleep for him tonight if he didn't and that frustrated him even further.
"Tch!"
Vegeta removed his gloves and made himself more comfortable, the view of the stars passing by accompanied by the dim, blue glow of his control panel set a relaxing mood that reminded him of her. One deep breath and he shoved his hand into his battle suit to release himself from the confining fabric. A gentle stroke and a soft groan rumbled through his chest – it felt similar to how she had pumped him before taking him into her mouth.
'Maybe…. this isn't so bad….'
With a bit more confidence, Vegeta began moving his hand up and down his shaft a little faster. His eyes shut, and he could see her perfectly, Bulma in her seductive pose, waiting for him on the bed. He could see her full, womanly shape that he hadn't got to fully appreciate now that she was no longer in front of him and the shameless wanting expression delicately carved on her features.
He imagined the moments that felt the best to him, conjuring up the sensations the best he could with his sweat-soaked palm. It didn't feel the same and if he thought about it, he'd probably be disgusted, but at that moment all that mattered was seeing her again and giving in to the carnal beast that was clawing at his very being to succumb to the pleasure.
Bulma's sounds – the gasps, moans, and whimpers – began to circulate in the pod, surrounding him and revitalizing the experience. He pumped faster, sweat dripping down his face and muscular neck as he chased the peak of gratification. He imagined the way her body had bounced while he fucked her, and the torment was over. He spilled himself all over his hand and the front of his battle suit – the intensity so great that he jerked and jolted in rhythmic spasms until every drop of his seed had been forcefully pushed out of his body.
For a brief moment, all he could think about was how he had been missing out on such gratification all these years, but he quickly shook the thought. It was great because he thought of her, not because he found it satisfying on his own. As he finally began to come down, he stared out the pod window again, wondering if she had managed to get her full release after he was pulled out of the dream.
