Vegeta sighed as he walked down the hallway of Capsule Corp, still sweaty and slightly out of breath from his training session. He frowned at the control panel in his hand. He'd broken it. Again. Bulma was going to kill him. He hadn't meant to break it, but his patience was running thin and his temper was flaring. It had been several weeks since Jenny had gone for that chemo, whatever it was, and she still hadn't returned for their training sessions. She hadn't come by to see him, she hadn't called, she wouldn't even answer the phone when he had tried to call her! A growl escaped his throat as he thought about it. That wasn't like her and he didn't understand what on earth could have possibly been keeping her away.

He steeled himself before he opened the door to Bulma's lab. He found her working away as usual and he stepped up behind her to place a hand on her shoulder, conveniently brushing his thumb over her mark, hoping to warm her up to him a bit before he presented the broken panel. "Busy?" he asked.

"What did you break this time?" She sighed and looked over her shoulder at him, a knowing look in her eyes. She laughed at the surprised look on his face, "Oh come on, I don't need to be a rocket scientist to figure this one out. It's the middle of the day, Vegeta. Normally you'd be in the gravity room training until it's dinner. You touched my mark which you only do when I'm working and you need something or we are about to have sex." She paused and tilted her head, "Are we?"

She laughed at the guilty look on his face and shook her head. "Damn." She looked down at the control panel and her eyes widened and she snatched it away, "Not again! Vegeta! You broke the same thing four days ago! What the hell are you doing in there?"

Vegeta fought the urge to cringe. He really had to find a better way to announce this sort of thing to her. He gave her a devilish look instead. "We could have sex," he said suggestively, but huffed in irritation when her expression clearly said she was not in the mood now. "It's not my damn fault!" he said defensively. "You'd think after all this time, you'd figure out how to make it so I can't destroy the thing! Piece of junk," he muttered and leaned back against a desk, crossing his arms over his chest.

Bulma huffed and moved over to a repair station, "I do make it so you can't destroy it; you just keep surpassing my expectations of you, Prince." She pried open the panel and winced as the smell of burning electronics and smoke reached her nose. "Oh we are going to have sex for this later, but you aren't going to like it," she said as she sighed and reached for a soldering tool. "What's eating you? You've been like this for weeks and broken five control panels, the gravity drive, and the coffee machine."

"That coffee machine had it comin'," he muttered before he looked over at his wife. Did she really not know what was bothering him? "Where the hell has Jennifer been?" he suddenly asked, his irritation at the situation finally getting the best of him. "She had that surgery and the namek healed her afterwards. I know she's done that chemo-whatever. Why has she not returned? I see no reason why she hasn't been keeping up with her training."

Bulma paused in her work, looking over at him a moment before she put her tools down and turned towards him. "Chemo is probably why she's not around. It's very hard on a person's body. The doctors are flooding her body with chemicals to kill off the cancer cells, but those aren't the only things effecting her. You should go see her, she probably would enjoy the company. If she doesn't feel well enough to get out and come see us that's the next best thing, right?"

Vegeta didn't understand. He knew that chemotherapy was supposed to be unpleasant, he'd gathered that much from the way everyone else spoke about it. But could it have really been that hard? "Bulma, that was several weeks ago. You can't expect me to believe that she still feels ill from that treatment. I thought this was over and done with. Surgery, take the chemo, and done." His tail flipped around in an irritated sort of way. "What else is there? This doesn't make any sense to me. I've never known Jennifer to be lazy or avoid her training."

She had to remind herself that Vegeta was different than other people, thought differently. It broke her heart to think that. She walked closer to him and laid a hand on his arm, "Vegeta, I'm sure that if you got this disease, if you could at all, that's how you would be with it. I have no doubt you would knock it out in one go. It's not like that for humans. The surgery took out most of the cancer, the chemotherapy is more than just a one-time thing. It's twice a month for her. Just when her body has recovered from the last treatment, it starts all over again for her."

"But she's not human, she's a Sai-" he cut himself short. No matter how he saw Jennifer in his eyes, the truth of the matter was she was still human. He growled low in his throat and pinched the bridge of his nose as he closed his eyes. "This is ridiculous. I've never heard of such a long recovery time." He dropped his hand and met Bulma's eyes with a fierce glare. "Don't these stupid earthling doctors have a better way to deal with this disease? Asinine backwater planet," he grumbled. "And that's still no excuse. You can't tell me that this treatment has rendered her incapable of using a damn phone."

Bulma pressed her lips together, thinking for a moment. "Maybe not, but you know how she is. She holds you and your opinion fairly high. Chances are she doesn't want to disappoint you, or hear the disappointment in your voice when she tells you she's not ready to come back to train just yet. Would you?"

"Would I what? Be disappointed?" he countered, thinking it over for a moment. Truth be told, he was disappointed. Disappointed in the doctors, in this treatment, in fate for allowing this to happen. But most of all, disappointed that she didn't have the courage to face him no matter how sick she was. He didn't understand her need to hide away from him if she really was that sick. "Yes, I am disappointed," he finally answered. "I'll never understand any of you. Especially women," he added, narrowing his eyes slightly at his wife.

Bulma shrugged her shoulders, "We are strange creatures, I will give you that. Don't you ever remember a time with your father, where you did something you knew wouldn't meet up to his expectations of you, but it was too late to go back and change what had already been done?"

Vegeta shrugged. He couldn't recall any specific incident off the top of his head, but he supposed there had to have been one at some point in time. "It's still no excuse," he grumbled. He heaved a sigh and stood up a bit straighter. "I suppose she'll be around again whenever she feels like it." He tipped his head back slightly to look down at his wife, "Now are you going to fix that panel for me or not, woman? I've got far too much energy pent up and I can't use it if that gravity room isn't fixed. Unless you have another suggestion."

Bulma chuckled and grinned at him. Perhaps if she took his mind off of things, she could make him less inclined to blow things up. She would have to talk to Catie and see if she could go and get Jenny for a visit. She could only imagine what her daughter looked like, "I have a few things in mind, but like I said, you aren't going to like them." She said as she crooked her finger at him as she left the lab, "I'm thinking that whip needs to be dusted off."

Vegeta's eyebrows raised as he fell into step behind his mate. "Oh is that so?" he asked, a teasing tone to his voice. His length sprang to attention at the prospect of a long afternoon with his wife in the bedroom. His eyes roamed over her as she walked, the sway of her hips, the scent of her perfume that lingered. "You walk too slow," he growled and rushed up behind her to throw her over his shoulder.

Bulma flailed for a moment until she was somewhat comfortable on his shoulder, the hard muscle digging into her stomach. "Hey! I wasn't kidding about earlier. We do this my way as punishment for breaking my stuff again. Bad Saiyans need to be punished," she said as she reached to his neck and circled around the mating mark there, "You trust me?"

A shiver raced down his spine and his erection pressed against the front of his jeans even more as she touched his mark. He climbed the stairs and slapped a hand to her ass. He fought to control his breathing as his mind wandered over all the things she could do to him. He kicked open the bedroom door before he playfully swung her from his shoulder and onto the bed. He leaned over her, staring intensely into her eyes. "Of course I trust you."

Bulma felt a thrill of excitement run through her body at his words, making her ache for him. She sat up, catching his lips in a fierce kiss, their tongues dueling for superiority. She moaned against him, grinding her hips up against his erection. "Safe word," she gasped out, "Pick a safe word."

Vegeta cocked an eyebrow. So it was going to be that sort of an afternoon. He hated when he had to pick the "safe word." His mind flew through an assortment of different words, all of which sounded silly to him. He kissed back at her, nipping at her lips. "No safe word today," he breathed. "I trust you. I can take whatever you have in mind. You're in control." He ran his strong hands over her curves, pressing himself against her core. The heat of her body made him groan low in his throat as he tugged aside the neck of her blouse and sealed his lips around the mark on her neck. His cock throbbed as he thrust his hips against hers, aching to be released from the restrictive denim.

Bulma moaned against him; she knew he could take it. She sat up then, pushing him back onto the bed and climbed off before heading to her dresser. She had to dig down under a few things to find what she wanted and she tucked it under her arm before she went to the bathroom, looking over her shoulder with a smirk on her face as she looked at her Prince reclining on the bed. Hair disheveled, obvious erection straining against his pants, "Don't get too comfortable. I'll just be a hot minute."

Vegeta gave a nod and watched her as she retreated to the bathroom. A nervousness and excitement coursed through him as he wondered what exactly she was going to dream up. He shifted uncomfortably on the bed and ran his hand over the front of his pants, hissing at his own touch. Gods, he hoped she would hurry up. He didn't know how much longer he could wait for her.

She changed into the incredibly tight leather outfit that left little to the imagination. Her breasts were bared to the world while the leather straps under them pushed them up. Her crotch was exposed and leather pants accentuated in a unique crisscross pattern wove down to the high heels she wore. She put on her reddest lipstick she could find and picked up the riding crop she had stowed away and remembered she had the little vibrating egg in the bedside table with lube. She shudder at the thought of what she was about to do, her center already getting wet at that simple thought. She slicked back her hair into simple ponytail, leaving her mating mark completely unobstructed. Confident she was ready, she pushed the bathroom door open, steeling her expression as her eyes came to rest on her mate, "Strip."

Vegeta's breath caught in his throat at the sight of his mate. The shiny black leather fit her figure perfectly, revealing the best parts of her body to him. A smirk pulled at his lips as he stood up, "As you wish, my queen." He slowly peeled off his dark red tank, keeping his eyes locked on the gorgeous woman before him. His mouth had run dry, wondering what she had planned for him. He pulled off his pants, his length hard and aching as he stood naked before her, his eyes roaming over her body. "Now what?" he asked, trying to mask the excitement in his voice.

Bulma smirked at him, walking around him while she drew the riding crop over his flesh. She took a moment, tracing the muscles as she circled him, before she delivered a sharp blow to his tight ass and watched as his tail twitched at the contact and she traced the end of the crop against his tail, watching as it curled. "You'll speak when I tell you to," she said in a cool voice that even surprised herself, gods she was getting off on this. She drew back and gave another sharp blow watching as his skin bloomed red and faded, "Well my prince. My king. Kneel for your queen."

Vegeta clenched his jaw shut at her command, the sharp slap of pain jolting through his system, setting his nerves on end in the most delicious way. By the gods, he was going to enjoy this. What was it about pain that felt so good? It didn't make sense, but then again, nothing ever made much sense in Vegeta's life. His cock was hard from the two sharp slaps of the crop to his ass. He got to his knees, his shoulders still squared as he stared straight ahead, watching the crop in his peripheral vision. He wanted it. He wanted to take whatever Bulma could give him. It was her turn to be in charge for once.

Her heart was pounding at the obedience he showed her. How much trust did he place in her hand with this? She could see how hard he was, his tail flickering back and forth in the way she knew he was sexually excited. She grinned and turned, fetching the vibrator and lube, setting them on the bed behind her before she turned back to her mate, lifting her leg and placing it in the middle of his back, "I changed my mind, hands and knees, prince." She pushed, grinning at the sharp indent that her shoes made in his skin. She could see his cock, dangling heavily between his legs from this and she removed her leg, reaching down and stroking the flesh there as if she was trying to milk a cow. "I knew it. You love this don't you; you love me taking control, don't you?" She stood up and drew back the crop, laying into his tight ass with almost perfect precision, watching as harsh, red lines appeared on his skin. She grinned when she saw his cock drip.

He half-growled, half-whimpered when her crop made contact with his skin once again. Her hand had felt so warm as it stroked his cock. It was driving him mad to not have her hand or her mouth upon him in that moment. He felt rather vulnerable in this position with his hands on the floor, giving her access to any part of him that she wanted. His tail curled in anticipation, moving almost as if it had a mind of its own. Vegeta swallowed harshly, remembering she had asked a question. "Yes," he answered in a rough whisper. He craved her touch, whether it was soft or harsh. He didn't care much in that moment, as long as she was touching his body. "Please..."

Bulma paused in her strikes, reaching out and running her hand over the fresh marks, shuddering at the heat they gave off. She knelt down behind him, using her crop to tease the tip of his cock, smearing the precum around the head before trailing back and teasing his testicles, heavy between his legs. She smirked and lightly started smacking between both, the bloated red shaft and his balls. She reveled in the way he tried to pull away at first, "Stay put and take it, Prince." She smacked him a little harder, "Mmm, you need a collar and a leash."

'Oh gods, oh gods, oh gods.' Vegeta's face screwed up as he willed his body to stay in one place. It was hard not to squirm away from her. The crop slapping his most sensitive areas made him cry out, unable to silence himself as the pain shot through him, then somehow melted into pleasure, making his cock strain as he grew even harder. Holy fuck, that felt good. He wanted more. He could take whatever she gave him, just like she said. A collar and leash? "Whatever you decide, my queen," he answered, forcing his body to remain still so she could slap at his cock and balls as much as she wanted.

She snorted, seeing his cock straining, more precum dribbling down onto the floor and a brilliant idea came into her mind. She paused her swings to lean back, listening to his cries, gods that was intoxicating. She schooled her face, but was unable to control her voice, her lust dripping into her words, "Such a bad boy you are, look at the mess you've made on the floor. She threaded her fingers through his hair and pulled him forward and turned him around to show him the puddle of precum settling on the floor. She shoved his face towards it, "Shame on you."

She went over to the bed, grabbing up the little egg and the lube. Coating the toy liberally, she grabbed up her crop and walked behind Vegeta, his ass up in the air. She used the crop, pressing one cheek aside, revealing the puckered flesh within. "Bad princes must be punished," she said, dropping the crop and reaching down with her hand, spreading him open. She teased the entrance to his body for a moment before she pushed the vibrator deep inside of him, as deeply as she could manage before she let his cheeks close. She stood up, picking up her crop and the remote control for the little egg.

He tensed as he felt Bulma press something into his body; he hadn't been expecting that at all. "Woman! What are you-" he started to bark, but the next second the little egg inside him began to vibrate and Vegeta found himself speechless. She had used the toy on his back when he still had a scar there instead of his tail, and that had been mind-blowing. But this toy inside him was a totally new sensation. It made his arms shake and a cold sweat break out over his body, his toes curling. "Oh fuck," he gasped as his tail writhed on the floor behind him, curling in on itself once again.

Bulma's eyes narrowed when he tried to talk back to her, "What was that? You want a higher setting?" She clicked it up a few more places, watching him squirm. She smirked and reached out and grasped his tail, slowly squeezing, tighter and tighter until she saw a shiver work its way through his body and she gave a slight tug on the appendage. She could see he was trembling, powerless to do anything but take the little egg vibrating deeply within him. Holding his tail tight, she reached around between his legs, feeling his heavy cock and ball sac, weighing the soft flesh in her hand. "Hmmmm I almost forgot what pulling this tail does. I could bring you to the brink and you wouldn't be able to orgasm like this, would you?"

It was heaven and hell at the same time. The egg vibrating against his prostate brought him so much unimaginable pleasure, but the thought of teetering on that edge, unable to come, unable to move, was infuriating. He tried to thrust against her hand, but found himself powerless to do anything except to lay there and pant like some bitch in heat. Her hand was soft and warm as it curled around his balls, teasing them as she kept a tight grip on his tail. He wanted to cry out, to beg her not to do this, but all he managed was a small grunt as his cock twitched. And even as much as he hated it, he loved it at the same time. Seeing his mate be so forceful with him, taking complete control of his body; there was something incredibly erotic about it. He found himself wanting to feel the sting of her crop or her hand on him as she held his tail, the little egg still vibrating inside. He would be truly powerless to stop her or to writhe away from whatever punishment she wanted to inflict on his sensitive, vulnerable flesh.

It was almost as if she could sense his wishes, some of them. She let go of his hefty length and stood up, still lightly tugging on his tail, picking up her crop. She lifted his tail out of the way. Pausing to click the vibrator up to maximum and drew back the crop and struck him again, the thin leather whistling in the air before the resounding slap of skin met her ears. She did it several more times until his backside was bright red. She paused a moment to tease his opening with her crop, pushing against it before letting it drop down to his length and began smacking it with force.

Vegeta's eyes rolled in his head, his ass stinging from the assault of her crop. But it was the harsh, heavy-handed strikes to his cock that had him panting even heavier, his cock swelling up. He could've come already if it hadn't been for her hand on his tail. And now, every smack just seemed to increase his need for release. It was blissful torture. He could feel tears prickling at the corners of his eyes as she abused his member, making the flesh turn an angry shade of red. Gods, he loved this. And he loved her even more. Exploring their sexuality together like this was incredibly intimate to him, even if the act itself seemed harsh. He gulped for air, wishing desperately that he could spill his seed onto the floor or, even better, into his mate. But not so much as a drop of precum was able to escape as long as she pulled his tail like that.

Bulma finally slowed to a stop, her own core was dripping wet from the excitement. She could hardly take her gaze off of her mate's cock, angry red. Her eyes nearly rolled in the back of her head as she thought of how hot that would be to sink down onto, how much it would burn her. She kept a firm grip on his tail as she walked around in front of him, using the crop to slide under his chin and lift his face to hers. "Mmm, you've been so good. What would you like for a reward, my prince?" she purred. She gave his tail a squeeze, "Mmm, you could eat me out. Or perhaps you want to come? I could ride you. There are just so many different positions we need to try."

It took all of his will to move his jaw, forcing the words from his mouth. "Please... my queen... ride me..." He looked up at her, his eyes intense as he stared into her beautiful blue eyes. "Don't... release... my tail... until... you're satisfied." He knew that the second she released her grip on him, he was going to come; probably the hardest he'd ever come in his life. And he didn't want to disappoint her by coming before she'd had the chance to achieve her own orgasm. He would be more than happy to eat her out afterwards, if that was what she wanted. But all he wanted right that moment was the feel of her soft, wet heat to soothe his aching, stinging cock.

Bulma smiled at him, gods this was a rush. She loved him talking to her like that, straining against everything to tell her his wishes. She was dripping wet, her thighs slick with her essence. She got a firm grip on his tail before she helped him to get up before she pushed him onto the bed, his feet touching the floor. She climbed over him, squeezing his tail and cock at the same time. He was so engorged, she had no doubt he would come when she let go. She carefully lowered herself over him, feeling tight against the bulging flesh of her mate. She moaned loudly as she sank down on him. She could feel the vibrator still going full force deeply within him. She began riding him for all she was worth, rocking on him, making the bed bounce and springs squeak, driving that thick member deeper into her. It didn't take long for her orgasm to reach her peak and just as her eyes rolled in the back of her head. As she became a vice on her prince's cock, she let go of his tail.

Vegeta roared as the paralysis wore off and he grabbed Bulma's hips, slamming her down on him as the most intense orgasm of his life ripped through his body. It didn't seem to end as his cock pumped torrents of blistering hot cum deep into her body. He was shaking, holding her there, forcing her to take every last drop. His eyes rolled in his head again, another feral roar ripped from his throat, and suddenly he felt completely boneless. He sank back into the bed, his entire being going limp from pleasure. "Holy... fuck..." he panted, his eyes unable to focus on anything as he laid there.

Bulma's orgasm rippled through her and she shivered, pressing on her lower abdomen, feeling the cum in her body shifting around her mate's cock. Still burning hot and amazing. She grinned down at him, squeezing her muscles around him before she pushed out so she could feel his cum trickle out of her, coating his cock as she slid off of his member. She turned around and sat on his chest a moment before she spread her legs and held herself over his face before she lowered herself to his mouth. "You must be hungry after an orgasm like that," she purred before she looked at the delicious feast before her. She leaned down and sucked at the side of his cock, cleaning him, nibbling at the large pulsing vein at the side. She grasped the base of the cock as she licked away his cum, squeezing lightly. She settled on his chest, holding his cock with one hand while she used her pinky to tease the slit at the tip.

Vegeta hungrily sealed his lips around her dripping wet sex, drinking down the delicious mix of his cum and her essence. He moaned low in his throat as he slid his tongue into her, trying to coax more of it out of her body. He tensed as she sucked at his cock; he was still hard and sensitive. She gripped him just perfectly as she sucked and nibbled on him, inflaming his desire again. Vegeta's eyes went wide when he felt her playing with the slit of his cock. That was an entirely new sensation. He didn't know what to think. It was intense, making him grow harder than before, and even though the foreign sensation was hard to describe, he found himself wanting more. He pulled back from his wife's body, panting, "More." He captured her clit in his teeth, rapidly flicking the tip of his tongue over it and he slid two fingers into her body, wiggling them deeply inside her.

Bulma leaned down, slurping at his cock a moment more before she moved her hand up from the base, squeezing at the tip. She watched as the little slit opened more to her and she teased it again, speaking huskily, "You want me to finger fuck you like this?" She pushed her pinky over the opening, her nail slipping inside. She pushed harder, watching as the tip of her finger slipped inside, "Gods, do you know how hot this is? Watching you take this so easily, the way your flesh feels around my finger." She released his cock, reaching down and to his puckered entrance, giving a tug on the vibrator, watching with fascination as his flesh gave up the metallic object. She was high on the control she had over him, that he had over her, and how it was all holding together.

Vegeta was nearly screaming in pleasure as Bulma's slender finger worked its way into his cock. He wanted to thrust his hips up, but didn't dare for fear of impaling his dick on her finger too fast. He was teetering on the edge of bliss and pain, his cock being fucked from the inside out. His free hand reached down between them to grab her breast, twisting and rolling her nipple as he sucked harder at her body. His tail curled and uncurled, his entire being consumed with pure pleasure. He felt Bulma push in a little further, stretching his cock around her finger. Part of him wanted to scream at her to stop, and the other part wanted to beg her to fuck his cock like that until he couldn't stand it anymore.

Bulma moaned and leaned down, sealing her lips around the side of his cock and sucking, moving up and nibbling at their connection. She could feel him absolutely trembling beneath her. She grinned, thinking she would have to look into a sounding rod for this later to play with him properly. She removed her finger and swallowed him whole, taking him all the way to the hilt, moaning around him, trying to think of what other delicious torture she could put him through.

Vegeta nearly sobbed in relief and thrust up harshly into his mate's mouth. He could feel his orgasm starting to build, the inside of his cock throbbing from where she had pressed her finger into him. By the gods, he enjoyed that more than he should have. His cock was swelling in her throat as she sucked at him, her mouth hot and wet on his length. He came with a shout, pouring more and more of his essence down her throat as he continued to suck at her body, his fingers working rapidly in and out of her core.

Bulma eagerly sucked down every last drop of her husband, moaning loudly and bucking up against him with a shout as her own orgasm snuck up on her and she came, her essence pouring like a steady stream into his eager mouth. She moaned as she let him slip from her mouth with a pop, panting heavily as she came down from her second orgasm, her body feeling boneless.

Vegeta's head fell back, his breathing ragged as he let his fingers slip from her body. "Good gods, woman," he growled. "What are you doing to me?" He hadn't expected her to be quite so enthusiastic when he'd agreed to let her have control in the bedroom. He ran a rough hand up and down her spine as he stared up at the ceiling, his breathing easing finally. "You never cease to surprise me."

Bulma chuckled, moving around until she was chest to chest with him, smiling down at him, "Mmm, you provide the best inspiration. You seemed to enjoy it, so I went with it. That was fun, one of the hottest things we've ever done." She reached down and gently caressed the mark on his shoulder before she leaned down and kissed at it gently. She couldn't believe the connection between them, the companionship, the trust. She was beyond in love with her mate, but there was no stronger word to describe what she felt.

Vegeta didn't even try to fight the purr that rumbled in his throat as Bulma kissed at his mark. He stared at her, running the backs of his fingers through her hair. He was tired of worrying, of feeling stressed out about the wellbeing of his family. Perhaps a couple years of peace wouldn't be such a bad thing. Vegeta wrapped his fingers around the back of Bulma's neck and pulled her down so he could place a long, firm kiss to her forehead before he tucked her under his chin and just held her, thinking about how fortunate he was to have such an incredible mate.

Burma felt a lump in her throat at the tender gesture. Without much thought, she gently pulled away, just enough she could peel off the suddenly stifling leather that hugged her body. Once free of it, she reached down to steady her mate's length and softly moaned as she sank down on it. He wasn't fully hard, but that was not her intent. She sighed happily, seated on him fully and she leaned back down, tucking her head under his chin. This felt right. Skin to skin, equals.

Vegeta's eyes fell closed as their bodies joined once more with nothing between them. He suddenly wrapped both of his arms firmly around her, holding her to him, and let out a long, contented sigh. Gods, he could lay there and hold her like this forever.