Vegeta
The steam billowed around Bulma, it's tendrils wistfully slipping off her body as she approached him, her wide hips swaying with each step while her voluminous breasts swayed slightly. As her weight shifted from leg to leg with each step it made the sharp curve of her hips more mesmerizing.
"Woman, if you take one more step I'm going to do a lot more than join you for a bath." He warned, dark eyes drinking in every inch of soft looking flawless flesh he could see, before locking eyes with her and hardening his gaze so she would understand that he wasn't joking.
She met his gaze, somehow with more confidence than she usually did, and took one deliberate step towards him.
The sound of her bare foot hitting the stone released him from where he'd stood rooted in place, trapped there by honor. He rushed forward, knocking the front of his cloak out of the way as he go. Her eyes widened at the speed and suddenness of his approach.
He wanted to feel every inch of her, so when he got to her, he bent a little and hooked his arms under her butt, lifted her from the floor and held her against him roughly. Her hands slide around his shoulders, her breast pressed against his face as her weight shifted forward. Gods she was soft, and so iwarm/i.
He carried her straight to the nearest wall, and pinned her there with his hips so he could free his hands to explore. She wasn't going anywhere now. He started with at her thighs, and roamed up, over the wide curve of her hip and into the narrow valley of her waist. He wanted to touch every inch of her, to be inside her and feel her wrapped around him- but that would come.
She wrapped her long curvy legs around his hips and slid her fingers up his neck and into his hairline, her nails grazing his scalp gently and sending delightful shivers down his back. He groaned and leaned forward onto her breast while he dragged his hands roughly up her sides, hooking his thumb under her breasts before cupping them, and squeezing roughly. Her breathy moan egged him on. His mouth found her soft skin, and he kissed his way down until his tongue was lapping over the soft nipple, making Bulma's moan sweetly above him.
She was wriggling desperately under his mouth and hands, of course she was. She'd seen him work out, of course she wanted him. He'd yet to meet a single woman who didn't, but this was a little different. Every man wanted her, and she could have any of them. Even the taller, stronger, Goku. Vegeta pushed that thought from his mind. She was here with him. Not his idiot brother. She'd striped and presented herself to ihim/i on a whim, not Goku.
She knew what she wanted. She was no fool. So he'd give it to her, little bit by little bit. Pride filled his chest as he moved his mouth up to kiss and lick along her neck. She smelt of the mint soap he'd had sent to her. It suited her body's naturally sweet smell.
He let his mouth wonder back down to her breasts, to close over and suck on her other, soft nipple until it grew hard under his tongue. Bulma gasped breathlessly and curled her fingers in his hair. He let go of her now red nipple and looked over her breasts, full and pear shaped as they hung unsupported.
He gripped her cushy bosom and looked up at her face to watch her reaction and see if she liked it a little rough as he started squeezing gradually. Her head fell back, the muscles of her neck straining as she moaned.
"You like that?" He growled. She nodded and made a wordless sound of approval. He rolled her breasts under his hands, pushed them against one another and pulled them apart until he got an idea. Her breasts were large enough that when he pushed them together her nipples touched. With a smirk, he dipped his head and pulled both nipples into his mouth at once, and sucked. At her startled, unhindered moan he circled them with his tongue, making a figure eight around each pert nipple between sucking and nippleing until Bulma was wriggling helplessly under his mouth.
"Vulgar woman." He grumbled smugly. Bulma flushed and looked down at him with half lidded eyes and parted lips as she tried to catch her breathe and- oh yes. Her lips. He'd nearly forgotten, he was about to pull her down into a kiss but before he could move his hands from her chest she cupped his face in her hands, and ducked to press her full soft mouth against his sweetly.
This was bliss. He decided that he could do anything if it meant at the end of the day he got to do this. He'd had sex before, but never had he felt so wanted by someone. Every time he touched her she would make some sound of pleasure. Just sliding his hands up her back and holding her flush against him got him a delighted sigh as she rest her elbows on his shoulders and cradled his head against her chest.
She kissed his temple and pulled her fingers through his hair as he pulled away from the wall. She gripped his hips with her legs as he turned and crouched to the ground and leaned foreword to drop Bulma onto her back, find her hands and pin them at her side while his mouth went back to working over her neck.
She whimpered, this sound not at all pleased so he paused to look up at her. She pulled against his hands, so he let go and as soon as he did she reached up and began untying his cloak. Of course, she wanted to see him naked. He smirked and obliged by just pulling his cloak off over his head.
As he struggled with his shirt and the layers under, he wondered how Bulma had done it so quickly. Was she planning this? It wouldn't surprise him. Women were all fairly sneaky when they wanted something. A soon as his upper body was free from clothes he went right back to gliding his hands along Bulma's body. He followed his hands progress with his eyes, enjoying the contrast between his thick masculine hands and her soft pale curves.
She started touching him too. Her fingertips lightly tracing over the splattering of shallow scars peppered across his chest. Her blue eyes flickered over all the scars, and looked up at him curiously. She'd seen him shirtless before, but never up this close.
"Most of them are just from training with Goku." he answered her unanswered question, and hooked his arm under the small of her back to pull her flush against him. He wanted to feel as much of her flesh against his as he could.
"Is this… really okay? I know northern culture is different, but…"
"We're engaged." He said as if it were a stupid question. "Why wouldn't it be?"
"In the south we don't have sex until marriage. Or at least, we're not supposed too." He rolled his eyes at that and went back to sliding his hands over her soft curves, pausing to cup her round pert butt. He wanted to see her butt, he realized. He hadn't seen it yet. He leaned back and grabbed her right ankle and pulled it over his head, so she'd be flipped over.
"Oh!" She gasped, as she was suddenly flipped.
"Mmm." He groaned at the sight of her back. Her wide hips, full butt and the way her waist curved in sharply. She'd filled out since she'd gotten here, she even had little love handles that just made the curve to her waist look more profound. He didn't know what it was about that curve. Maybe it was just how completely feminine it was.
He kissed the small of her back, hands holding her hips firmly. Bulma was still under his touch, allowing him to kiss up her back while he cupped and squeezed her butt. She seemed content to arch into his touch and reward his ministrations with gentle sounds of pleasure that were quiet moans.
Her back looked so narrow when he slide his hands up, over her shoulder blades to her shoulders. She looked very fragile, yet he'd seen how strong she could be. His hands slide down her back again, while he kissed down her back, the skin so soft and warm under his touch that he dread the thought of letting go.
As his lips went from the small of her back to graze over one round cheek, she giggled, drawing his attention up, to her face. She twisted enough to look back at him.
"Ticklish?" He asked, frowning. He didn't know anyone who had a ticklish butt.
She shook her head.
"No, I just think it's funny to see the strong and proud Prince Vegeta kissing ass." She bit her lip to keep from outright laughing.
He chuckled and shook his head. "I'm going to kiss a lot more than your ass, woman." He gave her hips a firm tug to flip her over onto her back again and knelt between her legs again.
"When do I get to touch you?" She pushed away from the stone to sit up, her elegant hands finding his chest and sliding up and around his neck into his hair again. God's that felt good. She could touch his hair anytime and he'd happily lay there and let her.
She kept at it for a bit, and he grew sleepy. So sleepy that he realized if he wanted to keep going he'd have to stop her, so he pulled her hands gently from his scalp by her wrists.
"I'm not done yet." He said firmly. "Are you?"
She shook her head.
He cupped her cheeks in his hands, soft and full like the rest of her. He kissed her. Gods her kiss was perfect. The way it was soft, and tender yet needy. Not too wet, either. He hated kisses that were too wet.
"I wish it was you." She breathed. "That I marry." She said between gasps for breathe. He pulled away and searched her face.
"You don't like Goku?"
"I like him very much. I just like you more." She whispered. "I can talk to you. You understand better than he ever could what it's like to be the heir. The stress, the power, the privileges, the limitations." She nuzzled her cheek into his hand and turned her face into it to kiss his palm.
"I intend to marry you." He confessed, foolishly. "You'll be mine, and I'll be yours." He pulled her closer, again wanting to feel her body pressed against his, and her lips on his. She closed her eyes at his confession, and wriggled closer to him, pressing her face into the crook of his neck and wrapping her arms around his middle. He hugged her close, and felt her shaking against him.
"Bulma?" He asked, and tried to pull her away enough to see her face.
"Please, just hold me for now?" She asked. "I feel safe when you hold me." She whispered. So he held her close, and squeezed her. His shoulder felt wet.
"Why are you crying?" He asked.
"I just.. I'm happy." She choked. "And I feel guilty, for Goku." She admitted, and pulled away to wipe away her tears. She was beautiful, even crying. But that was the magic from the wish she'd made. Nobody, not even women as beautiful as his mother or sister were still pretty when they cried. He wondered how much of her beauty was magical, and how much was genuinely hers. He supposed it didn't matter, really.
"Did you want to keep going?" He asked. "I haven't even gotten to taste you properly."
"I think i'm too emotional to enjoy it. And i- wait what?" She started, blinking in surprise. He smirked.
"Do they not do that, in the south?"
"Do-you mean…?" She placed her hand flat on her chest and glanced down at her own groin.
"Yes of course. Do men in the south really not use their mouths to pleasure their women?" He asked, half smiling half horrified.
"Men? No, I've never been with a man who's done that." She flushed pink, eyes wide.
"Who else would be licking a womans…" His mouth formed an O when he realized. He'd forgotten how common same gender sex was in the south. "Have you been with many women?"
Panic flashed across Bulma's face, and was replaced almost at once by a careful mask. He'd always suspected that she could act well enough to hide her real emotions, but this was the first time he'd actually seen the change.
"I'm sorry. I know you don't do that much in the North-"
"We're starting too." He muttered, annoyed. "But It's fine, if it's women. Fasha has a lover who's a woman. It's just the men that creep me out." He shook his head to dispel the thought.
"Really? What, are you afraid a man will treat you like how most men treat women?" Bulma asked, knowing smirk on her lips.
Was that really it? Vegeta felt his whole world crash for a moment. Every time the unwanted image of a man hitting on him crept into his mind like a snake it was some huge man, like nappa pinning him to a wall. It wasn't unlike what he'd done to Bulma just now- but she had been moaning, and and actively stepping towards him, even after his warning. She'd wanted him to touch her.
Every move she made screamed non verbal consent. She seemed to see his fear because she kissed him chastely, pulling him from his thoughts. "If a man treated you as wonderfully as you treat me, would that be so bad?" She asked. That made his skin crawl, but at least she'd said he treated her wonderfully. He didn't want to think on it any longer, so he shrugged.
"You've been with women before?"
"Sure. It's… Well, I have a sex drive, just like you, or anyone. And sex with a woman is safer. Having a child before marriage in the south is a huge taboo, and I can't get pregnant from a woman." She shrugged. "And… women are soft, and warm and it's nice to rest your head on a soft breast." He grinned.
"You're right, it is." He crawled forward and wrapped his arms around her middle to rest his brow on her breast. She chuckled, and began running her hands through his hair.
"So I guess we have more in common than just our upbringing." She mused. He wondered what it would be like to have a wife who could look at a beautiful woman with as much appreciation as him, and not feel jealous. That seemed wonderful, really. Maybe they could even try sex with another woman. The idea of two lovely women kissing him and touching him at once certainly was pleasant.
"If men here do what you say though, then it's no wonder it's not as common." Bulma mused. He looked up at her, pride flowing through him. "You sure you're done? I'd be happy to show you the talents of the north."
"If we wait, i'll just enjoy it more later." She kissed his temple, and drew her hand through his hair, while her other ghosted lightly over his bicep \. Before he knew it, he was drifting off to sleep in her arms.
Bulma
Bulma walked as quickly as she could away from the wonderful hot spring she'd not even gotten into yet. Vegeta still sleeping on the stone. He was easy to knock out. Pain stabbed through her chest and she nearly choked on the lump in her throat, but she couldn't break down yet. Not in front of Nappa. When she got to her tower, she actually ran up the steps and all the way to the top room, closing the door as soon as Unus was through, before the sob ripped out of her throat.
"What?" Unus asked, clearly annoyed.
"He is working against me. He's… He admitted that he intends to marry me." Unus's gaped at her.
"He did? What did you have to do to get him to admit that?!"
"I just got naked and let him touch me for a bit, and told him i wished i was marrying him, not Goku." Bulma shrugged. "I got naked and stroked his pride, basicly."
"And he- wow. Did he say what he was doing to sabotage the war?"
"No. but he must be. How else would he get what he wants?" His comment from earlier swam to the forefront of her mind.
"He said he was going to be the best king ever. Somehow. He'd be remembered forever as a hero. Maybe he plans on sabotaging the war for now, so that we lose and he'll get to marry me. Than when he's king he'll somehow undo his sabotage and win back the south, but with me as his wife, I couldn't take the throne of the South- so it would have to be absolved into the north. He would be king of both countries, and…" The thought gave her chills. "Have power over almost the entire continent." She sat down on the edge of the bed, and put her hand on her chest. Her heart raced, and for some reason she felt so betrayed.
He'd never promised to protect her or anything. She'd only really known him for a few days at most and yet- she felt more like she'd lost him now than she had when she thought she was going to marry Goku. The person she thought he was, was gone.
"We need to find out how he's doing it. Is he disrupting mail or something? Is that why it's been so quiet?"
"Maybe?" Unus shrugged. "We have no way of finding out here. These people, they're his. They'll follow him before they'll follow you."
"I know, but maybe i can win them over?" She wondored. "Maybe I can-" But the lump in her throat swol and she felt like she was going to choke on it. She didn't want to cry anymore, but she couldn't help it.
So she cried, and Unus waited near by. On top of it all, now she was without even her strongest ally. She'd have to get more information before she acted, but one wild part of her wanted to flee. To leave the north forever. To run, as far as she could away from it, but she needed the north and it's resources.
First thing was first. How did she get information? Maybe she could seduce it out of Vegeta? Maybe she could sleep with him, than ask his plan out-right? But that was useless. If he was planning some sort of sabotage, than he wouldn't tell her the plan. Not really. But maybe if she could convince him she really wanted him- and that she would help, then maybe he would?
Was he so foolish? He'd told her right there in the hot spring room that he intended to marry her. Would it be so unusual to ask how? Goku genuinely seemed to be on her side, so maybe she could ask him? He would probably try to help, but could he really be trusted to help subtly? How good could someone as open as goku be good at something like spying? And would he be willing to deliberately work against his brother? What had she done to make goku want to help her over his own family? Save his family, she supposed. His mother, but that logic didn't track.
Bulma honestly didn't know what to do. Her mind raced so much that each thought was a blur before moving on to the next problem.
What could she do, right now? She could work on her relationship with Goku, and with the guards and the people of this castle. She could make them loyal to her, by healing them and by being kind. Vegeta was a good leader, though. And a good prince. They probably loved him. She'd have to make sure she looked supportive of him. Okay. Go see Goku. Observe him, and be kind. That's what she could do right now.
When her face was dry, she went to find the 2nd son. He was training, but that was good, because it was warm. It was hard to bond with him like this though. They weren't talking, or getting to know one another, just sitting in the same room. It was a start, but that's all it was.
She wasn't expecting Vegeta to walk in and come straight over to her, without even the pretence of training. She smiled in greeting, and even stood up to greet him properly - but much to her surprise he didn't say a word as he approached. He just bent at the waist and scooped her up, and over his shoulder in one fluid motion.
"Oh!" Bulma cried as his shoulder dug into her stomach. "P-Prince Vegeta!" She gasped, and tried to grip his shoulders for support as he turned, and marched out of the training room. She slapped his back to try and make him stop, but it had little effect. He just chuckled, and kept going.
Unus followed, confused. She placed a hand on her blade and looked at Bulma to see if she wanted her to use it to make him stop- but cutting down the prince would only cause more trouble for them, so she shook her head, and jerked forward in surprise when she felt his hand slide up her leg, under her dress, to cup her upper thigh just below her butt and hold her in place.
"Vegeta!" She said firmly. "What on earth are you- Oh!" She flushed, and covered her mouth with her hands. He'd slipped a finger between her legs to push between her folds. Was he intending to finish what they'd started? She was so embarrassed that he was doing this in the main corridor- but there wasn't anyone else around. They didn't pass a single person the whole way through the castle before finally coming to a stop in what had to be his chambers- where he pulled her off his shoulder and dropped her right onto his bed.
"Vegeta!" She cried, and scurried onto her hands and knees while he dropped his cloak.
"You shouldn't just leave a man asleep on the stone floor like that, Bulma." He scolded gently, smirk in place.
"How i dare/i you! You have no right to just pick me up and-" Vegeta's face went from smug and aroused to confused in a flash.
"You- Earlier you seemed to like it when I picked you up, and you didn't didn't ask me to put you down, or I would have." He frowned at her and lingered by his cloak on the floor. "Did i misread your body language, when I approached?"
Bulma had to think back. She had smiled and stood up to greet him. Had she looked as flushed as she'd felt at the sight of him? And she haddn't asked him to put her down, that was true. She touched her mouth absentmindedly while she thought over the whole thing.
"I even arranged to have the halls cleared." He said, a little defensively.
"You did…" She agreed, recalling how they hadn't passed anyone.
"I thought you were hoping I'd come after you." He explained.
"I-I-" She was so flustered. He'd completely caught her off guard, and yet a part of her did like that. She liked the strength, and ability to know exactly what he wants, and to go and take it without shame.
"I just- " She didn't have a guard up. He'd given her no time to prepare- but now he was waiting. Looking at her, confused while she gathered herself. "I feel so guilty about doing this behind Goku's back." She said, She was guilty, too. But that wasn't why she was pumping the breaks.
"He won't care."
"And he's not going to marry me anyway, right?" She asked, her cheeks going red.
"No. Not if I have anything to say about it." Vegeta stood up a little straighter. "You would rather marry me, right?" She nodded. "So. I'll make it happen." He put his hands on his hips and looked her over with half lidded eyes.
She was starting to feel a little more in control, so she opened her arms for him. He accepted her unspoken request, and crawled into bed with her. He went straight for her breast, resting his head on her chest and wrapping his arms around her waist.
She wanted to ask his plan so badly, but she knew it was useless. He'd lie. He'd cover it up somehow. In the meantime, she supposed it wouldn't hurt to be intimate with him. He seemed to love it when she ran her fingers through his hair, something she understood completely.
"Why don't you stay with me in my rooms for now? It'll be safer."
"You're just horney." She scolded.
"So are you." He quipped back.
She flushed. "I'm not."
"I can smell it." He looked up at her. "The musk."
"The musk?" She asked, a little offended. Her nose twitched as she tried to smell what it was he was smelling, and she couldn't smell a thing.
"It's a saiyan thing." He said proudly. "We always had better noses." She pursed her lips a bit at this. He hadn't brought up the saiyan thing much, but he did seem to take a lot of pride in the imaginary race he supposedly belonged to. She couldn't openly tell him she thought it was ridiculous without it being a direct hit to his pride.
"The saiyans… we never learned much about them in the south. They're the descendants of the ape god, right?" She asked.
"The- the first Saiyan wasn't a god." He scoffed and looked up at her, clearly annoyed at her lack of knowledge on his people's religious history. He sat up moved to sit at the head of the bed and lean on his pillows and face her properly.
"Than will you teach me about it? Your religion?" She asked. He eyed her skeptically for a time, before nodding.
"So, in the beginning there were two gods. Vita, and Mortem. Vita created the world, and the universe. She made everything. She got over zealous though, and made too much. So Mortem had to destroy some of it. Together, they made the world, and the all the other demigods. Vita's favorite was the Ape man, Vegetabilis. He was strong, and loyal with a deeply rooted sense of family and clan. He protected those in his family, when the others were all fighting. So when the humans began fighting too, she gave him the Jungles of Sine Fine Proelium. A rough, deadly land. Only the strongest could survive there, so Vita gave the land to Vegetabilis, and Mortem gave him the power to destroy.
He tamed the Jungle, and lead the people there until they were strong and clever, where they lived for millennia. They could kill, unlike the other humans, thanks to Mortem. Than, Vegetabilis got into a great war with Polypus, the god of the ocean when Polypus started raising the sea to steal his land. He knew he was going to lose, so he started to have half human children. In the end, Polypus raised the ocean, and swallowed up the Jungles of Sine Fine Proelium. But Vegetabilis was a strong, wise, and powerful leader. He held turned golden, and held the ocean at bay until his people could flee. Than, the ocean swallowed him up too, destroying his earthly body.
Vita was so furious with Polypus for killing her favorite, she forever froze his head and feet, and gave the oceans to Luna to rule. She wanted to gift the people of the Jungle, so she came to earth and blessed Vegetabilis first born child, the Queen with a miracle child who would be half Vita. Now, we keep someone with the blood of Vegetabilis and Vita on the throne at all times. The royal family members are the only Saiyans left, but the royals have been inter breeding for so long every royal on the planet at this point has some of Vita and Vegetabilis in them."
As he was explaining, Bulma couldn't help thinking about how this compared to the real world story of the people of Vegeta. How they're had been a flood, that chased the jungle people out, and how they settled in the north where no one else dared try to live, because they had nothing. No way to fight, so they went to live where there were no foes, where they'd have nothing to steal which does speak to the resourcefulness of their queen at the time. Bulma just doubted they were all actually descended from gods. She listened though, and when she finished she couldn't help grinning.
"That explains the Saiyan pride, I suppose." She sat on his lap and draped her arms around his neck. She wasn't enjoying this as much as she wanted too. The idea that he was working against her now was like a nail in her chest whenever she remembered.
Vegeta slid his hands across her hips. "Would you like to pick up where we left off? I still haven't gotten to taste you, and your smell is starting to get to me."
His pants were tenting in the crotch in a way that told her he wasn't lying. What would it hurt? She didn't doubt it would be pleasurable, and if she didn't he'd grow suspicious.
"Sure." She agreed. "I'm curious to hear about this northern talent you were bragging about.
He grinned darkly and began tugging on her dress. She'd put her layers back on, so it would be a few minutes to get her naked again when-
"PRINCESS BULMA!" It was the voice of the tall ginger guard. He pounded on the door so hard it shook. "PRINCESS BULMA IT'S YOUR GENERAL KRILLIN! HE'S HERE AND HE'S BADLY HURT! YOU NEED TO-" She lept off Vegeta so fast he was left in a moment of shocked confusion, his pants tented with no place to go.
She pulled her bodice back on, and raced to the door, ripping it open and staring at the guard, who's name she couldn't recall. Nappa and Unus had moved to the side, and Usus's face matched Bulma's in their looks of shock.
"Krillin?!" She cried, and looked at the guard who seemed frozen. "WELL TAKE ME TO HIM WHAT ARE YOU-" He didn't wait for her to finish the sentence, and ran off. Bulma sprint after him, running just as fast as her legs could carry her. But she wasn't as fast as the long legged huge guard. She was begining to get frustrated- when all at once she was lifted up again from around the waiste, and she was moving faster-
She looked up to see that Nappa had just grabbed her around the middle and was sprinting, far faster than she could with his much longer legs- he was even a little faster than the finger guard.
She could see the main entrance to the castle getting closer as Nappa hurried down the long corridor. Than, Goku came skidding through the door, holding a crumpled looking body in his arms, and running towards them. It was Krillin. She recognized his signature bronze colored armor- but he wasn't moving.