Okay guys here it is chapter 3 featuring Bulma and Vegeta. Please review!
Bulma watched carefully through her safety goggles and Bula playfully tugged at Vegeta's hand. A slight smile flash across his face instead of his usual scowl as his one and only princess floated in the air as they shared an inside joke. Bulma immediately felt guilt and regret. She found herself envious of the father-daughter relationship they had and how she herself was missing out on the simple moments in her daughter's life. Not to mention the strain her work had put on her marriage. Inventions and advancements in science don't create themselves. Her adult son was off doing his own thing living his life but her adolescent daughter seem to give up on the idea of her mother attending any cheerleading competitions or having mother daughter mani pedi days and shopping trips with her.
Her husband had never been a patient man, and was downright grumpy most of the time, but these days the condescending looks and arrogant huffs he gave her were now sheer looks of disappointment. "Dammit woman you're a mother first! Obviously the girl wants to spend time with you. The world can wait another day for your petty ass inventions!" " Petty!? My inventions are making people's lives more convenient, not to mention actually saving lives. What the fuck have you done all day?" Vegeta gave her a glare that could cut through steel. " I was watching our daughter and her team take home second place in the All City cheerleading competition. I was chauffeuring 15 crazy teenage girls to their favorite restaurant for their Victory dinner. I was kissing our daughter goodnight and telling her how proud she made me. That's what the fuck I was doing." He turned and walked away.
That was the argument that they had had last night. She was hurt it had cut her deep. So deep because everything he said was true. The pain and disappointment she was causing their daughter was real the pain and disappointment she was causing him was real. She even played the fool the next day and threw herself into her work again trying to ease the guilt she felt by working. But it dawned on her she should have been trying to work it out with her daughter and with her husband.
Bula blew a kiss to her father as he waved goodbye and she flew off into the sky to her friend's house for the evening. She was still on a natural high from her big win the day before and wanted to spend more time celebrating with her friends. Bulma ran outside is her daughter was leaving. "Bye sweetie!" she yelled out after her. "Bye mom." Bulla flatly retorted. She was still hurt by her mother's absence. "She must hate me." Vegeta gave her no response and turn to walk into their home. She followed closely behind him and shut the door as they stepped into the living room. "I was able to watch their performance online. Someone uploaded the video to the team social media page. She's truly amazing." "My daughter is a champion." Bulma frowned "Your daughter?" " Well I've been doing all the parenting lately." WTF?! Bulma thought to herself. He's being a real asshole. "Well I'm sorry!" Vegetables turned on his heels at lightning speed. " Don't apologize to me! You need to apologize to her you're the one that's letting her down. For a genius sometimes you can be so dense."
Tears welled up in Bulma's eyes. " I know I'm going to call her right now and apologize and I'm going to make this up to her." Bulma left the room and grabbed her cell phone. She spent the next hour and a half having a heart-to-heart talk with her daughter. There were tears and there was laughter. She made amends with her daughter and promised never to put work before her again and they plan to spend the next day together just the two of them. She hung up the phone and entered the living room where her husband was watching a physical competition reality show. Once again scowling and making fun of the athleticism of the competitors. She softly sat down next to her husband. "I truly am sorry" she said. He ignored her. "I'm going to make things right with her". Yet still he ignored her out of pettiness, acting as if he was really into the TV show. "I guess I'm not as domesticated as Chichi. I know I don't cook enough. I know I don't clean enough. I know I haven't tended to I daughter like I should. And I know I don't tend to my husband as I should. I'm sorry baby." She said these things softly and slowly and with every word as the closer and closer to him. "Its fine. As long as Bulla is happy now." Vegeta finally answered. He noticed she was upon him. With her leg across him. Her hand on his chest, and her lips to his ear. She planted a soft kiss on his neck. "I've neglecting you as well." Fuck that TV show. She had his attention now as he turned his head towards her, she leaned in and kissed him slowly.
She began rubbing his stomach slowly gliding her hand across his washboard abs. She she's left her tongue in his mouth motivating him to reach out and grab her right breast giving it a nice squeeze. Bulma broke away from his lips and begin kissing and licking his neck. She gave him a hard bite that nothing but engorge his dick making him bulge through his pants. She she slid off the couch and kneel down before him. She feverishly unbuckled his pants and pulled the zipper down.
Bulma whipped his cock right out of his boxers. The sight of it was glorious to her. He had a big round head and a slight curve at the base of his dick. Her mouth watered. Vegeta stared down at his pretty wife as she playfully kissed the head. His dick would jolt involuntarily at her teasing. She swiftly spit on the head letting her saliva slide down the length of his cock, dripping down to his ball sack. She devoured his balls into her warm mouth. She took her left hand and slit it up and down his as she simultaneously swirled her tongue around and sucked his balls.
Vegeta leaned his head back on the back of the couch and slowly the rest of his hips forward as she played down below. She slowly satisfied him for a few minutes before she went in for the kill. She smothered his head with her mouth and so slowly sucked before opening her jaw wide, relaxing her throat and sliding downward until his dick with deep inside the back of her throat. Up and down up and down she went in a slow control motion as not to gag. Vegeta look down at his wife's blue hair slowly bobbing up and down. His breath deepened "Damn Bulma, suck that dick." She released his dick from her throat but began sucking him at a moderate rate. It had been a long time since she showed him any attention like this, and sometimes a man just wants his dick sucked.
She abruptly stopped and said "Stand up baby." Vegeta complied and let his pants and boxers fall completely to his ankles as he stood. Bulma wrapped her mouth around his dick once more grabbed his shaft with her left hand And went to work. Faster and faster she jacked his shaft and sucked hard on the tip. Vegeta grabbed a fistful of blue hair and forced more of his dick in her mouth as she sucked and jacked him. Faster and faster he pumped and she sucked. His buttocks and leg muscles began to clench. "Look at me." He commanded, and so she complied. Her blue eyes gazed up into his dark animalistic eyes. " I'm cumming. Swallow it baby. Don't spit it out, swallow all of it." He pushed himself deep into her throat as he busted his load in her mouth. Bulma swallowed his seed as he let out huffs of satisfaction.
He came so hard he leaned back and plopped down onto the couch. Bulma wiped her mouth as she stood up. "I'm really sorry I've been letting my work consume me." " It's okay. Just pay more attention to our daughter and suck me off like that more often." They both chuckled at his candor but in her heart she promised to step up as a mother and wife.
The end.
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