This was hard for me to write. I currently have a hard time writing asshole Veggie - probably because of all the Vegebul heaven moments that super is providing us with, which have me on the edge of cardiac arrest a few times during some episodes…. Nonetheless i wanted to get this out before I go back to University next week which will automatically lead to less time i can spend writing.

Also, again, this is smut. You have been warned.

His face was pressed so deep into his pillow that any human likely would have suffocated, but he felt wonderfully boneless. The kind of boneless satisfaction that one usually feels after a successful purge in Oozaru form. Mind numbing peace and tiered. The kind of short temporary peace not even Frieza could take away.

But there had been no purge, there was no more Frieza and he did not even possess a tail anymore.

Next to him the fragile earthling female slept peacefully. Like he wasn't a murder. Like he wasn't a monster. Like it was the most normal thing in the world to fall into bed with him. He who had openly proclaimed and vowed to kill Kakarot, her friend, and destroy this mudball, her homeworld.

Two days had passed. Two days in which they did not leave his room, two days during which he pursued his desire for her with single minded determination. Consequences be damned. The woman had ordered the necessary spare parts for his ship and gravity room via her smartphone, much like takeout food. In the past two days he had feasted and fucked like the King he had been supposed to be. With the spare parts on the way there wasn't much else to do anyway, and once he had tasted the blue haired minx it had been a lot more appealing to spend the few days wait between the sheets rather than alone in the wilderness.

She would repair his ship, while he showered and recovered from their impromtu fuck fest and then he'd leave. Vegeta had long decided that it would be best to not tell the woman about his plans of leaving. She would bitch and complain and he'd have to suffer a headache before even breaching the mudballs atmosphere. He had seen the glimmer of attachment or maybe even affection in her eyes during their last bout and he had realized that his statement of "this means nothing", which he had proclaimed to her shortly after their first round, had not registered in her stupid human female brain.

-Flashback-

Running his hand through her silken blue tresses and grabbing her by the hip with the other he pulled her closer. Lips finding her neck and placing open mouth kisses up to her jaw and back down, in between playfully nipping and licking the delicate skin.

"Again!?" she had asked, starting to realize that the libido of a Saiyan male was a wild and raging thing that was not easily sated.

He had grunted something incoherent into her neck, further explanation on his part was not necessary since her legs had opened and wrapped around him seemingly on their own accord.

The room smelled of her. And him. And sex. So much sex and sweat. Never had he pursued a single female so many times. Usually the opposite sex could hold his attention just long enough to indulge in the act once. Maybe twice if he was in an exceptionally good mood. He did not care for their names, nor their comfort or pleasure.

But this little blue haired female was different, the moans he could elicit from her only spurred him on further and he had the sinking realization that he likely had become addicted to the feeling of her walls squeezing down around him, pulling him with her, coaxing his own orgasm out of him.

So when he hooked her legs by the knee in the crock of his elbow and thrust into her, he pursued that exact goal with single minded pleasure. Thrusting into her at a steady pace, basking in the ever rising scent of her arousal, kissing and nipping down her neck and towards her well formed mounds. The woman's hands grabbed at his hair with painful pleasure, reminding him that he was indeed alive. Very alive. Crying his name in a throaty voice as he grabbed her by the hip to adjust his angle, diving deeper, hitting a sensitive spot deep within her that had her thrashing beneath him.

She came with a silent cry, arching her back off the mattress, eager to meet him, allowing him to go even deeper. Entwining the fingers of her hand with his that was by the side of her head, panting and gasping for air as he fucked her right through her orgasm trying to prolong this prodigious feeling of her womanhood clinging to his member almost painfully tight.

And then his eyes had found her blue oceans. And he had seen the adoration and affection in her eyes. It shone brightly in her blue orbs as she held his gaze, eyes half lided with lust and her post orgasm daze. He could see himself reflected in them, he the monster, the destroyer of worlds, laboring and panting above her. And then she had whispered his name, her fingers brushing the scar where his tail used to be and he had come with so much force that he could do little but rest his forehead against hers while his body shuddered in ecstasy.

- End Flashback-

Now he was laying here in the dark, with his face buried in his pillow. Contemplating his previous actions and his next move. The silly female had likely interpreted his previous actions as those of affection rather than those of just cumming gloriously hard.

One the upside it was the day. Today the woman would install and repair the broken parts on Capsule 3 and he would be able to leave this mudball. As well as her and her silly attachments. Lifting his head from his pillow he peered at the clock on his nightstand.

6.30 am.

Definitely time to get up and going. Gods knew the woman would take her time and the repairs would likely take a considerable amount of time. He stretched his legs, fully leaving sleep behing while turning his head and gazing at the form of the sleeping woman next to him, his crotch twitch rebelliously and he had to groan in annoyance at himself.

Given that the damage was already done, he had two options; take the woman one more time and resign himself to the fact that it would likely result in a few morning tents filled with the memories of the acts they had done in his bed in the past two days. Or he could take a cold shower and resign himself to the fact that there would likely be a few morning tents filled with the memories of the acts they had done.

Sighing deeply, he decided that one more time could not hurt anything. Pushing aside the feelings that arose when he subconcious mocked him, yes his plans to have his fill of her and return his focus to his training had backfired tremendously, but he was about to live the rough life that came with being in deep space, so why deny himself?

Rolling over, laying on his side, he pulled Bulma closer to his chest. His hands surveying her body, gently squeezing her breast and running his thumb of her nipples. She stirred when his hand wandered lower, traveling over her curves and caressing the skin over her hipbone. A soft moan escaping her lips, hips instinctively tilting and pressing into his erection, his hand found her center lightly brushing the sensitive bundle of nerves through her folds. When her soft moans had turned into whimpers of desperation, her hips thrusting against his hand, he got to his knees and pulled her hips up to his pelvis with a strong arm. Head pillowed by her arms, back arched so her small waist flared out to her hips which met his own perfectly, he positioned himself behind her.

His mind went paradisically blank when he pushed himself inside of her, releasing a breath he didn't realize he was holding when his pelvis touched her creamy ass. Grabbing onto her hips with both hands to keep her right where he wanted her, he drew back and thrust back in. Pace unrelentingly and hard, his head fell back, hissing and groaning through clenched teeth in pleasure. Below him Bulma was a mumbling and moaning mess, her face in his pillow, pushing her hips back to meet his every thrust eagerly. When his release finally claimed him he had to hold the woman's hips, her legs still shaking from her own release just moments ago, past the point of caring who might hear them he groaned loudly before catching his breath and realsing her hips, which fell flat to the bed.

Taking a deep breath and one last look at the woman below him he got out of bed and made his way to the adjacent bathroom.

Before reaching the washroom he called over his shoulder "Get up woman! The gravity room repairs need to get done!"

"...W- What?.."

"Have I fucked you so good you can't from a coherent thought?! I said get up and repair my Gravity Room woman!"

And with that the bathroom door clicked shut behind him. Leaving a stunt and sweaty Bulma in his bed.