Bulma had never been home so much in her whole life. When things were at the top with Yamcha, they'd be out almost every night. Restaurants, clubs, parties.
But since the ice cream, Bulma had noticed that he seemed to be more relaxed when it was just the two of them, even becoming chatty at certain points, so she had switched her habits happily. I'd do anything to make you feel at home.
They'd started a very nice routine in which, after dinner, they spent more and more time together. She had shown him books, still insisting on teaching him how to read, but he'd refused: "It's useless, I already told you that after the androids I'll go back to space!". I must not feel at home here, woman.
Yet he enjoyed small things, like photographic books or chocolate, so Bulma had taken the habit of going to the bookshop regularly to find new ones for him. In the evening, they'd sit together and she'd answer all of his questions and whenever he'd explain how things were in space, she lost herself in his tales, drinking his words with shining eyes, all while eating chocolates. Oh my gods, please tell me about any single day of your life, I want to know everything!
Then, one evening, Bulma had suggested they'd try tv. "You mean the big screen?" "Yeah, I don't use it much, but it can be entertaining. It helps free your mind. Sometimes it's exactly what I need. Here, let me show you.".
She had turned it on and had tried to explain the basics on how to choose and what he could see. He'd seemed very interested in documentaries and action movies.
The most complicated part had been explaining how some were fake, acted scenes and some were reality. The alien had seemed perplexed at first, but evening after evening he had understood.
He honestly believed that movies were pretty stupid, but in this way he could spend time with Bulma without having to talk about his past. It felt nice to have someone so genuinely interested in him, but most memories were painful, so a few evenings of "no brain tv" were more than fine. As long as she stays here.
Then, one evening she had offered him pop corn and it had been love at first munch. And then again, another evening she'd been so scared by one movie that she'd almost crawled up on him, making him feel all hot and nervous. So, movie nights were pretty good for him.
Tonight, they had chosen another action movie and he'd enjoyed it, mostly complaining about how weak earthlings were, while munching on yet another mountain of popcorn.
The movie had ended and the tv had been turned off, leaving them in the calmness of an amazingly silent night, but none of the two seemed to want to leave the couch.
Bulma broke the quietness, asking casually: "Have you ever kissed anyone?". He turned to look at her: "What?". She shrugged: "I wondered… I mean, in the movie they found time for romance in the middle of the war, but I'm not sure how it really works in the army, especially in one as Freeza's. I can't imagine you having time for romance… were there girls?". He said cautiously: "A few." "Really? How were they?" "Well, the ones I met were nothing special. And being so few… Many had a tour with them.". She laughed: "Eww.". He confirmed: "Exactly.".
He added thoughtfully: "There were the females of the planets we invaded, but only a very few planets have physical similarities to us and it's not like they enjoyed our presence or that we had time to know them.". She was fascinated by his words: "I never thought of that.". He added: "Raditz had his ways with females, he could always convince anyone…". Bulma smirked: "His hair was definitely too long, but he was pretty cute, I can see that.".
Vegeta shook his head, almost amused, but his next words were horrible: "Nappa didn't really care if they wanted to or not.". Bulma gasped: "That's terrible and disgusting and… and barbaric and...". He shrugged: "You wouldn't have liked him. Bah, I didn't like him either.".
The warrior zoned out, maybe lost in painful memories, then he added: "You also have to consider illnesses, you never know what you could catch from an alien or what you could pass them. I've seen a few die of horrible stuff.". Bulma was thoughtful: "Good point.".
There was a long pause, in which she believed he realized how brutal and unreal his life had been, and how far it was now. Or maybe he just misses that?
She tried to lighten the mood: "Sooo, have you ever…" "No.".
Bulma wondered if he'd ever had sex at all, then she asked casually: "Do you want to try?". He blushed furiously: "What?!". She shrugged: "Maybe you're curious. I won't tell anyone, I promise.". He said flatly: "No.".
She considered him for a moment, then a flash went through her mind it happens now! She got up silently and stood before him, looking down at his astonished stare, then she slowly straddled him, sitting gently in his lap. I like you so much, my prince.
His eyes went wide, he looked paralyzed, he said half heartedly: "What are you-? Get off me.". Bulma looked at him intensely, studying him, then smiled mischievously: "Oh, come on, (she raised an eyebrow) Are you scared?". He said through gritted teeth: "Nothing scares me.".
Truth was, the interplanetary warrior was absolutely terrified. He'd faced fighters from countless planets, he'd overcome endless challenges, he'd killed thousands, he'd fought Freeza himself. Hell, he'd even died! Yet, this fragile earthling was scaring the shit out of him. She's too close. No no no. This is dangerous. I should not- What-
She got closer and closer, slowly licking her lips in anticipation and saw that he couldn't breathe, shocked. Calm down, Bulma. Calm down. This was a fucking bad idea! Is he angry? He'll kill me! Is this how I die? Oh fuck it, you're too sexy, Saiyan.
She cupped his face with silky hands and gave him a quick peck on the lips, then lightly brushed her mouth on his and found him much softer than she expected. She watched him intently, studying his reactions. I think you're liking this, my prince.
Vegeta felt like choking, his eyes wide open in shock, his skin burning in the places Bulma's hands had touched. His hands grabbed the couch dangerously. She's too fucking close… and warm and soft. Did she just kiss me? I want more. I must not move or I might hurt her.
Then she kissed him a bit more insistently, pressing their lips together and her eyes closed in relief. Well, seems like he won't kill me after all… oh my gods, he smells so good and he's so warm.
Her hands were restless, they moved lower, resting on his chest, but slowly snaked back up, towards his neck and his hair, leaving a trail of burning shivers on his body. Then, she slowly licked the inner part of his upper lip, tickling him and he opened his mouth in disbelief, going rigid for nervousness. Holy fuck. What is this woman doing to me?
Bulma caught her chance, she carefully reached inside his mouth and licked his tongue slowly, teasing him and he reacted immediately, with a deep sound coming from deep within his chest, his eyes going shut in ecstasy, his body melting under her touches. This is magnificent.
Her hands caressed his scalp gently, pulling him closer at the same time. She deepened the kiss passionately and he copied her eagerly, learning quickly, their tongues dancing perfectly together, as if they'd rehearsed it thousands of times before. Don't you dare stop, woman.
He knew Bulma was moving slowly, but he also felt like everything was happening too fast. He was desperate to touch her, yet he was stunned. He didn't know if he could touch her, he didn't want her to get angry or she might stop it all. Why the fuck am I so scared of her?
He hesitated for another moment, then his hands moved of their own will and reached her waist, caressing the small of her back through her t-shirt and he felt like this was the only thing he wanted to do forever, touching and kissing her. Bulma moaned in his mouth with delight when he made contact. Oh fuck, the sounds she's making…
She pressed her body into his, her breasts squeezing on him and she felt his chest vibrate. His arms went around her, hugging her tightly, keeping her as close as possible. Closer! Closer!
She giggled in his mouth, he parted from her worriedly, his eyes foggy: "W-what?". She pressed her forehead on his, quickly licking her swollen lips and catching her breath: "You sure this is your first kiss?.". Vegeta looked puzzled, she answered his silent question smirking: "You're a very good kisser.". He tried to hide an embarrassed grin: "Shut up!" and pulled her back into the kiss. She moaned loudly and trembled in his big, warm hands, hugging him lovingly around the neck. Slow down or you'll hurt her. Do not lose control.
She sucked and bit his earlobe, hungry for more: "Touch me.". He protested: "I am touching you.". She looked deep in his eyes, then took his big hands and slowly slid them under her t-shirt, up to cup her naked breasts and moaned: "I mean touch me like this.". Holy fuck.
He fondled her breasts for a moment, overexcited, squeezing softly and watching his own hands moving under the thin fabric. So soft. So smooth. I must not hurt her.
His thumbs found her nipples, he teased them and she closed her eyes, her head dropping back slightly exposing her long, pale neck, a moan escaping her lips. She's sensational.
"Bulma…". She answered weakly: "Yesss?". He panted: "We have to stop.". Her eyes flipped open and she moved to look at him, mortified: "W-why? You… you don't like it?". He said with his mouth dry: "No, I'm liking it too much.". She gulped, relieved: "Oh! Oh, I thought… No, please, don't stop.". Please, please! I'm burning for you.
She looked ravaged, her hair messy, her cheeks flushed, her lips swollen from the kissing and her eyes hooded with desire. How fucking hot can you be, damned woman?
He used all of his willpower and removed his hands: "Stop.". The blue haired woman whined, sad at the loss of contact: "But… why?". He tried to get back some control on his breathing, he was clearly embarrassed: "Because I already… want more.".
Bulma studied him for a moment, then trailed a scorching pattern on his t-shirt with her nails: "Well… I would be quite disappointed if you didn't want more at this point, honestly.". But I might kill you for how much I want you.
He stared at her, his head ready to explode, then he looked away resolutely: "We can't.". She whined: "But why?". He blurted out: "I'll hurt you!". Bulma was puzzled: "You mean physically? Or emotionally?". He rolled his eyes: "Physically!".
Bulma laughed nervously: "Wait, is there something about Saiyan's anatomy that I should know?". He exhaled: "I don't know the differences between humans and us. I'm talking about my strength!".
She felt weak for a second at the thought of his strength. Oh my gods, I want you to take me with all of your strength! But she asked: "Are you serious? I'll tell you if you hurt me!". "What if I can't stop?" "You, the Master of self-control, are scared of being unable to stop?". He added: "What will happen next?" "You're overthinking as usual.". Aaand ruining the mood.
The man closed his eyes and forced himself to say what was in his mind, his voice was low: "You don't know what you're getting yourself into. You think I'm better than what I am." "You are better than what you think.". He insisted: "I can't give you what you're looking for.".
Bulma looked at him for a moment, then crossed her arms annoyed, involuntarily squeezing her breasts in her t-shirt and making him face her hardened nipples through the thin fabric, making him groan inwardly. Oh, fuck no.
She was extremely frustrated and horny at the same time, a terrible combination. I'm Bulma fucking Briefs and you will not turn me down. I'm not giving up, I'm too horny now. I've waited enough for you to make a fucking move on me, I'm not waiting any longer.
She growled: "I can't believe this! You know what? Fine, keep your fucking heart for yourself, leave it there to rot. But right now I want your body. Can you give me that? Just sex. Just one night. I promise I won't fall in love.". He rubbed his face. Fuck! It's not you I'm worried about!
She kissed him softly on the neck, her voice was sensual in his ears: "I want you so much.". He pleaded: "Bulma…".
She whispered in his ear: "I love it when you say my name.". He closed his eyes and swallowed. Bulma caressed his erection with her damp center: "Come on, do I have to beg you, my prince?". He grabbed her hips and moaned: "Oh, fuck. Do that again.". She smiled and grinded down on him again. I got you.
He looked at her with dark eyes, his heart beating faster and faster: "Just one night?". She nodded: "Just one night." "Just sex?" "Just sex.". Oh, fuck all Saiyan's rules, I want you, woman!
He kissed her furiously, desperately, as if he had finally opened the gate of a dangerous animal held prisoner for way too long. Bulma's heart was bursting with joy, she felt her core burning with desire, an unbearable warmth spreading from her center. Yes yes yes!!!
His hands finally, finally flew to his favorite part of her, making him moan deeply: he grabbed her ass, fondling her round curves with delight, pushing her excitedly down on him, looking for some relief. Oh yes, woman!
She welcomed his fury with similar desperation and tried to talk in between kisses: "Vegeta…". Kiss. He protested: "Do you have to talk now?". Kiss. "Let's go to my room.". Kiss. "Why?". Kiss. "I have a big bed." "'kay.".
He stood up, with Bulma hanging on him, her arms hugging his neck, her legs around his waist, his hands on her ass to hold her up, never stopping the kiss. He was burning alive.
He fumbled along the corridor, his brain swirling between the desire to get to her room quickly and the fire of that impossible kiss. His heart was pounding loudly in his ears, confusing him. He miraculously managed to stumble to her room. Holy fucking shit, this is complicated.
Bulma reached the doorknob and opened, then pushed the door behind them slamming it close and panted hurriedly: "Naked. I want you naked, Saiyan.".
Once she was standing on her own, they both hurried to get undressed, throwing their clothes around hastily, their eyes locked in each other's, both smirking hungrily.
And there they were. Finally naked in front of each other. Vegeta tried to take a couple of deep breaths to calm down, taking in the sight of this incredible woman standing shamelessly naked in front of him, showing him her body, aware that it was the best thing he'd ever seen. One night only? As if.
Bulma unconsciously licked her lips, while her eyes quickly ravaged him and stopped on his fully erect member. Oooh yesss, you're perfect everywhere.
She reached a tentative hand to his abs and just her touch made him shudder violently, she giggled: "Sorry. You okay?". He nodded with a flustered smile. Bulma said in a low voice: "You're so hot.". The man couldn't speak, he didn't even hear her words, his eyes were still ravaging her body. Oh-fucking-shit.
She looked at him, she loved what she was seeing, his body was amazing and, even though she was used to sculpted bodies, Vegeta's scars and his muscles had something so mouth-watering that she couldn't wait any longer, she launched herself at him, resuming the kissing and pushing him on the bed. You make me so damn horny, Saiyan.
They fell on the bed, with Bulma on top. She was flaring with need, kissing him and touching him as much as she could, straddling him and sliding her whole body on his. He kissed her hungrily, but Bulma felt he was not moving, his hands were gently gripping her hips, but they were absolutely still. Are you scared, Saiyan?
Vegeta's head was exploding. Please do something! Please! I can't do it or I'll hurt you! I have no idea of what I can do to you.
Then, she couldn't handle it any longer, she sat up, reached down between them and grabbed him to guide his tip on her soaking wet entrance. He looked up at her in disbelief as she lowered herself down on him slowly, feeling him stretch her like fire, her mouth open in pleasure. He gasped, panicking for a second. Oh fuck. Like this? No warning?
When she had lowered herself completely, he grabbed her hips firmly and stilled her movements, panting heavily, clearly fighting to hold back. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
She was wet, soft, tight and impossibly hot. They remained there shocked for what felt like an eternity, just looking at each other, the silence only broken by their ragged breaths.
Bulma moved slightly to adjust to his size and closed her eyes: "Wow! You're just… wow.". He was speechless, looking up at her with pure adoration. Bulma.
Then she moved tentatively, slowly up and down and they both lost connection to reality. His head went back and he swore, lost in pleasure. Bulma.
For a long moment, Vegeta didn't move, sprawled out on the bed, his whole body tingling with surprised rapture. He knew his body perfectly and he knew he'd never felt anything even remotely comparable to this. It was beyond anything he'd ever dreamt of. Every single cell of his being was alert and shivering in anticipation, ready for self destruction. Holy fuck, what the hell is this???
He laid there, lost in the immense beauty of the moment, staring at the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen in his whole life, who moaned because of his body. I'm dead and I'm in heaven by mistake!
But it might end. It would end. And he didn't want it to end. Never. He wanted time to stop. To freeze in that moment of absolute perfection, with his senses flooded with her. He understood immediately that he felt things for her. A lot of things. And all at once. I'm fucked.
He swallowed soundly, the realization washing over him like lava, slow and burning like a torture, while Bulma moved gracefully above him. I'm so, so fucked.
Then, his body finally woke up and reacted. He switched places in a flash, sliding out, eliciting a groan of protest from the woman, who grabbed his head and pulled him down craving for more kissing. I must not hurt her.
He pushed carefully, making her gasp in delight. She hugged him with her legs, pulling him closer, proving again and again how desperately she wanted him. And he moved fast, desperate for this amazing feeling, trying to take as much as he could. This can't be real.
And then she gave a strangled cry which reminded him of his name, he felt her insides tighten around his cock and he saw her arch her back under him, even shaking a bit and it was marvelous. Did she…?
Her smell, her moans, her body trembling underneath him, her tongue in his mouth, Vegeta was losing his mind. And then her eyes. Her eyes were trying to tell him something, he was sure of it, but there was too much going on, he was so confused. His brain went into overdrive and he couldn't resist any longer, he thrust harder and harder, hugging her as close as he could, spilling inside her with complete abandon, growling loudly in her ear. Bulma!
He didn't move, he couldn't move and most importantly, he absolutely did not want to move or he would lose her forever. He couldn't let it happen. Please, be mine.
When Bulma regained the ability to speak, she asked gently: "You okay?". He nodded against her skin, gasping for air and she caressed his back lightly, blissfully. Goosebumps flared across his body.
He raised his head to look at her, she was smiling softly, her eyes were so full of beauty that he felt like spiralling, they were so close he swore he could hear her heartbeat, she said: "That was… intense.".
He kissed her, unable to restrain himself, his heart drumming loudly in his chest. I'm never going to stop this.
She responded immediately to the kiss with growing passion, hugging his neck tenderly, her eyes flying open as soon as she felt him move back and forth, in and out, still inside her, shocked at the fact that he was still hard. Saiyan stamina? Niiice.
He moved quite slowly at first, but then he got faster and faster, and he took her quite roughly, just pushing eagerly inside her, over and over, keeping her in place with his embrace, just feeling his cock slide in and out of her burning body quickly, looking for more deeply needed release: "You feel so fucking good.". "Vegeta!". With every thrust he slapped her swollen clit, making her lose her mind, she was so close! It was so new to her.
But how is it possible? She'd done it so many times along the years, why did it feel like this was the first time someone was really fucking her? Maybe it was the fact that this was someone new, maybe it was all of her pent up frustration of the last few weeks, maybe it was his size or maybe it was just him, so rough, so primordial in his need, so lost in pleasure that she felt shaky. I want you so much.
She grabbed his ass and pushed her hips up to meet his without shame, her bundle of nerves rubbing against his skin, sending shimmering signals all through her tingling body, from her head down to her feet, her tongue never leaving his, not one single part of her save from the fire. Please fuck me forever.
"Vegeta. Vegeta. Vegeta." She didn't even realize she was chanting his name, she couldn't say anything else because there was nothing else in her brain or in the world, as far as she was concerned. Vegeta.
She'd never had orgasms just like this, she'd always needed some very specific attention to reach her peak, but apparently this whole thing was different. And it was weird, because he really wasn't doing anything special, apart from all the passion he was putting in it.
She rolled her hips desperately under him, needing release, feeling so close, muttering nonsense and moaning loudly, unable to restrain herself. More! More!
Vegeta felt like erupting, her voice calling his name was his undoing: no one had ever used his name in that way. It had always been pronounced with fear, or anger or to give him orders. Never, never had anyone used it with desire and pleasure. I'm so, so fucked.
He slammed powerfully inside her a few more times, emptying himself again with a loud growl. Bulma saw his face contorted in pleasure while he filled her and something inside her snapped, another orgasm washed over her, making her quiver violently under him while waves of electricity made her muscles contract painfully. Oh, dear gods!
They panted loudly, hugging close, sweating and unable to move. Right now, you are mine.
He kissed her deeply, slowly and started again, in the same exact way. He moved and moved inside her, just hugging her tightly, pinning her under him until he came again, filling her to the brim. Bulma was surprised. It's wonderful, oh gods, it feels so fucking good! Though it's weird… he seems… inexperienced?
Bulma's eyes went wide at the thought. He's a virgin! Oh my gods, the ruthless warrior is a virgin? It's even sweeter, I'm in love. But no, he can't be, he's so good! Her head fell back while she said his name with a strangled voice, another orgasm hitting her forcefully while he slowed down.
He was afraid of crushing her so he rolled on his back beside her, his cock sliding out of her, his cum slowly dropping out on her leg. She grabbed a few tissues to try and prevent a mess on the sheets and threw them on the ground carelessly.
She snuggled close to him tentatively, afraid he might push her away. Instead, he grabbed her and pulled her in: "I want more." She stammered: "M-more?". He looked at her: "Can you handle more?". She nodded eagerly and when her eyes went down and saw he was still erect, her core started to pulsate with need once more. Is this normal?
She immediately straddled him, up straight, her hands resting on his chest, her soaking slit sliding along his shaft, torturing him. He protested: "Inside.". She grinned: "Not yet, let me have fun.". He made a low sound, while his hands caressed her legs slowly.
She's so soft, so smooth, so warm, so perfect. She's giving me her body for the first time and she already owns me completely.
He watched her moving leisurely above him, her round breasts squeezed between her arms, her face flushed from the pleasure of the friction. Beautiful.
Her clit was so sore and swollen from the intense orgasms that it was almost painful to continue, but she didn't care, she was too horny and this might be the only time he conceded her this magnificent body, so she wanted to enjoy it as much as she could, all restraint gone. I've dreamt of you so many times, my prince.
She moved above him slowly, with her eyes closed, focused on the fire burning in her slit. He took his time to study her, she kneaded down on him and she liked it, oh so very much. But why? He wasn't inside her. Though this does feel good.
Her hands left his chest and he wanted to complain, but then she started caressing her breasts and her nipples and no, he liked this better.
He grabbed himself, pointed at her entrance and ordered with a husky voice: "Inside. Now.". She looked at him for a moment, then obeyed silently, her eyes slowly closing in bliss. He removed his hand, caressing her in his movement and she gave a strangled cry, as he'd brushed against her over sensitive clit. What? He tried again, brushing the back of his hand in the same spot and heard her moan loudly.
Her eyes flew open, she watched him with so much lust in her eyes that he stilled every movement, confused. Bulma said gently: "Do it again.". He obliged, caressing her there tentatively with his full hand, then using just his thumb, trying to find a better angle, she whispered: "Yes! Just like that!".
And then, she sighed a wonderful: "Yes!" and lost all ability to speak, she watched him in disbelief as she fell once again in the abyss of pleasure, making her curl on herself, losing all control on her body, she murmured: "Oh fuck.". And then went limp.
She fell on him and it was such a beautiful sight that he pushed vigorously up inside her just a couple of times before coming again, the howl of his release muffled by the point of her neck in which he had chosen to die. Bulma.
He hugged her, allowing her to catch her breath, then asked her tentatively: "You okay?" "M-mmh." She raised her face to look at him, positively exhausted: "More than okay. You're fantastic.". I'm fantastic.
She kissed him softly, adoringly and he kissed her back, with his heart ready to burst out of his chest. She didn't want to get off him, she said softly: "You feel good. Very, very good.". His heart beat fast. You're the one who feels like heaven, woman.
Then, at last, she mustered some courage and rolled off him, sad and exhausted. Fluids started coming out of her, hot and sticky, she went to the bathroom to clean up, with some difficulties. It's over.
When she returned, he was still there, his hands behind his head, staring lazily at the ceiling. He looked satisfied with himself.
She kissed him on the cheek and asked: "Can I… uhm… hug you or… maybe you don't…". He blushed and said simply: "Fine.". He watched her get closer and closer, she rested her head on his chest and hugged him. Without thinking, his arm reached around her and brought her closer.
Her voice was full of hope: "Will you stay?". He pretended to be annoyed: "It's just one night. I can give you all night.". Just one night, I know, don't remind me.
She yawned: "I have so many questions, but you killed me." "Questions? About what?". But she was already sleeping.
He took his time to look at her. She's beautiful. And she's sleeping on me. She said I killed her… He smiled smugly. Seems I'm good at this. Oh, shit, why does she want to sleep like this? It's not comfortable… maybe I should move her away and just sleep.
Contrary to what his brain was rambling about, his arms pulled her closer and he heard her let out a contented sigh. I just had sex with Bulma. And it was amazing. He swallowed hard. Will she remember this is supposed to be just sex and nothing more? This was a mistake. A terrible mistake. Oh shit, what have I done? I must leave at once!
In her sleep, Bulma hugged him tight and moved one long leg above his, her naked body embracing him completely. He let out a long sigh. Oh, fuck it all, I like this naked wonder on me. I'm sleeping here.
For the first time in months, Bulma slept in, and when she woke up to an empty bed, sadness washed over her. Just one night. She sighed.
Throughout the day she never saw him, he skipped both lunch and dinner, but she could hear the gravity room's noise in the background, reminding her that he was there, he just didn't want to see her. Just sex.
She felt sorry for herself, having maybe imagined he'd fall head over feet for her the moment he'd touch her. Just sex.
She went to her room right after dinner, still tired from the previous night. Just one night.
The young, sad woman decided to cheer up by pampering herself a bit with beauty masks and creams, so she turned on some music and took a long, hot bubble bath, took care of her hair and finally chose a nice pair of baby blue shorts and a white tank top. In the end, she turned the music down, grabbed a book from her side table and threw herself on the bed.
Immediately, a knock on the door startled her. She got up and opened, Vegeta walked in: "Took you long enough." "Excuse me?" "I've been knocking for quite some time." "Oh, maybe my music was too loud, how can I help you?".
She crossed her arms and looked at him pointedly, adding: "You avoided me all day.". He grunted: "After my morning training, I saw you weren't at breakfast, I thought you wanted to avoid me, so I gave you all day to think.".
Her arms fell to her sides: "Oh. I just slept in. You weren't here when I woke up, so I assumed…". He said simply: "Don't do that. Do not assume. Ask. I train early, you should know that by now.". She nodded, then asked: "So, how can I help you?". "I'm here to have sex with you.".
Her heart pumped noisely in her ears: "Sorry, w-what?" "I want to have sex with you again. Maybe every day.". She asked breathlessly: "What about the just one night rule?" "Overruled.".
She kissed him full on the mouth, hugging him happily. When she left him, he asked: "What's that for?". She beamed: "I didn't like that rule either.". He said seriously: "It's still just sex.". In her heart she hoped he was lying, but she said dismissively: "Of course. Just sex.". Oh my gods, I'll take anything you want to give me right now, Saiyan, I just want you too much. If this is the way to your heart, I'll take it.
He got closer, placing a hand on her back. She smiled while he pulled her in and asked him: "So… sex with the earthling was good, eh?". The prince brushed his mouth on hers: "Not bad at all." "And you think you can have me at any time?". He nodded: "Exactly." "What makes you think I'll be willing any time you want?" "Because you're a vulgar woman and you liked it.". She smiled: "And you'd like to start immediately?". He licked her neck: "Of course. You smell delicious.".
Bulma caressed him through his pants and felt he was already hard: "Maybe I should thank you for how you made me feel last night…".
She gave him a lopsided grin, got on her knees and put her hands on the waist of his joggers to pull them down. Vegeta watched with wide eyes. His large cock bounced in front of her face, hard and ready. She lost no time, grabbed him and started caressing him lightly, up and down, up and down, slowly and intently. I'll show you what this earthling can do.
Then, she got closer and closer, opened her mouth and started licking him. Electricity ran through his body and he stared at her in awe. Her tongue explored him, giving him a taste of yet another amazing feeling. How the fuck does she do it?
Her hot, wet tongue twirled around his tip slowly, like a torture he never wanted to end, while her soft hands helped along the way, caressing him with the most delicious pressure ever. She was watching him intently, studying him to give him the best experience she could.
This was his first blowjob ever. Bulma was sure of it. It was there, in the shocked expression of his face. You'll never forget this, prince.
She ran her tongue under his shaft, starting from the base and going up to the tip slowly, teasing the hole from which precum was already leaking.
Then she opened her mouth and started sucking him gently and his hands flew to her head, unconsciously keeping her in place. I must not hurt her.
Her mouth was so hot and soft and wet and different that he felt like collapsing. He closed his eyes and let her do this new amazing thing. I love her.
His eyes went wide at that thought, he panicked for a second, but right at that moment she sucked him with so much passion that her cheeks caved in for the pressure and it was so magnificent that his head fell back in bliss and he forgot everything. He exhaled: "Bulma.".
At the sound of her name, she started to pick up pace and to suck him more intensely, faster and faster, adding pressure and saliva, her hands helping in rhythm with her mouth. "Bulma… I'm about to…". She looked up at him and the desire in his eyes made her center grow even wetter. She licked him slowly, looking him in the eyes, kissed the tip and said: "Just enjoy.".
Bulma went back to sucking, so aroused that she wanted to touch herself and the pleasure she took in sucking him was reflected in the movements of her tongue, which swirled longingly all around him, kissing him and loving him.
He groaned, shivering slightly, until his body gave way and he came hard in her mouth, his cock pulsating repeatedly on her tongue, over and over, until he could no longer breathe and he almost lost balance.
He looked down at her and saw her swallowing. That gesture made him wobbly. I'm so fucked.
He had to grab his head to still it, because it was spiraling: "What the fuck was that?". She giggled: "Your first blowjob, I suppose.". She got up. He repeated in a low voice: "Blowjob.".
She bit the inner part of her cheek, almost amused, but trying not to embarrass him while he pulled his trousers back up.
He fell in the armchair and she asked softly: "Vegeta… had you ever had sex before?". He looked at her, still a bit dizzy: "Uh? No.". Her eyes widened: "Never?".
His voice was hoarse: "No. Why?". Bulma admitted: "Well, I think you're about my age and you have a lot of energy and you're very sexy…" "Things are different in space. I told you how the situation was and then I hate things that make you lose control and I always heard sex was a terrible distraction. I remember Nappa in the days after sex… he was… weaker. I could not afford to lose control, so I thought that if I never tried, I wouldn't lose focus. And then… technically…" "Yes?". He blushed furiously: "Nothing. Nothing.".
Bulma tried: "So… you thought sex was a terrible distraction (he nodded), you avoided it completely for years… but you had sex with me… why?". The proud prince blushed furiously: "Well… you… ehm… you started it and I…". She raised a corner of her mouth: "You couldn't resist me?". He cleared his voice: "You are… different.".
Bulma bit her lower lip and got closer: "You mean you like me?". Vegeta said: "You… you're not bad.". She bent and kissed him softly, then murmured against his lips: "Tell me what you think of me.". He blurted out: "You're beautiful.". Bulma purred: "Really? You like this body? (He nodded) What do you like most? My legs? My breasts? My ass?".
Vegeta's head was foggy, he exhaled: "Everything.". Bulma felt a burning heat pooling at her core, she knew she was soaking wet. She continued: "Do you regret losing control because of me?" "No.".
Bulma's voice was so low and velvety that his body was shivering, she said: "Do you want me now?". He nodded, his eyes closed. He was trapped. She wins.
"Good, because I'm all wet for you, my prince. Open your eyes and look at me.". He obeyed, licking his dry lips.
Bulma undressed in front of him, slowly, observing curiously his reactions, her head swirling with need. She was playing the one who had the upper hand, but she was desperate.
When she was naked, he slowly got up and took a moment to savor the beauty of her body, touching her in silence. He caressed her flat belly and slowly went up to her breasts, big and round. He squeezed them gently, fondling them, then he moved closer and licked one nipple curiously, making her whimper softly. This is what I want to hear forever.
She caressed his back and head, loving the feeling of his big, warm hands exploring her, she undressed him in silence. Love me, prince. Love me like last night.
She said: "I want you.". He picked her up and in a second they were laying on the bed, with Vegeta on top of her. She pleaded: "Please, please!". He stared at her. Why is she begging me when I'm the one who can't live without her body?
With a single movement, he slid inside her, but he was too eager, quick and rough and she gave a strangled cry. He widened his eyes. Did I hurt her?. But she grabbed his ass and pushed him deeper, rubbing her clit on him hopelessly: "So good!".
He started moving in and out, at first slowly, but soon picking up speed, trying not to hurt her too much, but then she said: "Harder!" and he felt free to slam into her vigorously and she loved it. She whimpered at every push, repeating his name until she didn't speak anymore, her body shivering and her face contorted in pleasure. Beautiful.
Her muscles contracted rhythmically around his hardness and he understood that he could let go for now, grunting his release inside of her burning wetness. He kept thrusting in and out until he was spent and he thought she'd finished.
He rested above her, propped up on his elbows to not crush her.
Bulma whispered: "How do you do that?". He looked at her: "What?" "I never had orgasms so easily.". He asked with curious eyes: "How many can you handle in one night?". She grinned: "No idea. And you?" "How do I know?".
He got on his knees and brought her closer, widening her legs with his hands and started crashing inside her passionately and fast again. Bulma loved it. All this fury, all this passion… this, this was what she'd always wanted and she knew it just now. I like it rough.
Finally a challenge for him. He had to understand. How do I make her come? He moved fast, unable to stop. Is this too much for her? He could see her biting her lip in a bit of pain, but her face was telling him she was enjoying it very much. She's not fragile.
Bulma looked up at him with half closed eyes, her mouth open in wonder and her lips slightly curled up in a smile. He grabbed her waist and moved her easily up and down his shaft, her legs wide open to allow him to go as deep as he could, her breasts bouncing up and down until she grabbed them and started fondling them, still looking at him. She moaned loudly: "I love your cock, my prince!". Please, say it again!
He pushed forcefully inside her, her clit banging on his skin at each contact, driving her mad with electricity. She was burning alive and she couldn't get enough. The feeling was astonishing: his perfect cock was stretching her, making her feel every single inch of his muscle moving inside her and her bundle of nerves being slapped rhythmically was making her dizzy. Her voice was hoarse: "So good!". And he felt so much more liquid around his cock, so much boiling softness that he thought two.
She breathed unevenly and covered her eyes for a moment, trying to regain some sense. But he was still fucking her and she had lost energy. He joked: "Come on, Bulma. We can't stop at two.". She panted: "No, two's not enough. I want you to break me!". And with that she put a soft hand on his chest to stop him, he slowed down and observed her curiously. She moved a leg in front of him and, never making him slide out, she turned around under him, showing him her ass. Then she pushed back on her knees: "How about this?".
Vegeta lost all desire to talk, the view was spectacular: Bulma was on all four, her ass propped up towards him, welcoming him and he could admire the roundness and fullness of her ass cheeks. Her back was curved deliciously and her skin was shining with sweat in the dim light.
He put his hands on the sides of her ass and pushed slowly, watching himself disappear inside her. She couldn't see him, but it was him to have his mouth open now. I'll fuck you forever, Bulma.
He couldn't take his eyes off from the point in which their bodies joined. He watched his cock sliding out of her, glimmering with their arousal and his white cum. He pushed back in and he noticed how she stretched to welcome him. This is unbelievable. The scene was so erotic that he zoned out, lost in it.
Then, a louder moan from Bulma awoke him, she was saying something. He had to force himself to focus on her and heard her say she was close. She was grabbing and biting the sheets, pushing up against him, desperately searching for friction. This woman is made for me.
He blinked quickly a couple of times, then resumed his fast movements and bent down on her, kissing her shoulders softly, licking her skin. She tried to look at him, her voice sounded desperate: "Harder!". He slammed hard against her ass and Bulma cried out loud, her body shaking once again, clenching forcefully on him while uncontrollable moans escaped her mouth. Three.
Now he absolutely needed to cum. He couldn't wait any longer, he exploded inside her with a deep growl, going rigid for a few seconds.
He rested his head on her back, panting hard: "Holy fuck!". She giggled: "Want to take a break?" "No!". He kissed her back softly. Who am I now?
He sat back on his heels, finally sliding out and left her there in that position. He watched her and saw his white fluids leak out of her. It was mesmerizing. I am inside her. Crazy.
Without thinking, he reached out with his hand and stroked her gently, spreading his cum around her, marking her. She said: "Let me clean up." "No. I like it.". He continued to spread it around, but she said: "Take it easy, I'm a bit sore." "Do I have to stop?" "No, just… gentler.". He said: "Lay down".
She obeyed, turning around and laying on her back. He said: "Touch yourself.". Her eyes were soft on him, she opened her legs and licked her lips: "No, you touch me. Make me come again.". He smirked: "Fine. I'll do it, but you guide me, okay?". He lay beside her and placed his hand between her legs, tentatively stroking her. Her eyes fluttered shut at his touch and she whispered: "Yesss.".
He watched her intently, learning. Everything was wet, hot and slippery and he couldn't understand well, he tried to stick a finger inside her, but she had whimpered louder when he'd just brushed against her and he wanted her to be louder, so he took it out and started caressing her, exploring with the tip of his fingers. He brushed higher and she contracted, grabbing his arm tightly and murmuring: "There!". That's better!
He focused on that point and tried different types of touch and pressure until she was pushing her hips up against his hand in need, spreading her legs as much as she could, her muscles tensing. Brilliant.
She was panting hard, her cheeks flushed, her body trembling under his touch. She said amongst moans: "You're fucking good!". He grinned. Oh yes, I am.
He kissed her lustfully and she embraced him tightly, while his hand moved in circles. And then he pinched her slowly a few times and she cried in his mouth, unable to believe her own body. Four.
Bulma felt close to fainting, but when Vegeta entered her again, she welcomed him with open arms, she just couldn't get enough of this man.
He brushed his whole body against hers, skin on skin, slowly, wonderfully slowly and even though at this point she couldn't feel much, the idea of how perfectly their bodies joined made her heart swell. Vegeta.
He flooded her again and she silently wondered if her birth control could really stand all that pressure.
But he didn't stop, he didn't even bat an eye. He'd just come inside her, but he was still moving leisurely above her, he said: "You feel wonderful.". Bulma smiled against his lips: "I can feel your cum pouring out of me. Don't stop. I want it all. Come inside me again.".
She raised her legs, putting them on his shoulders to allow him to go deeper. He groaned, closing his eyes. Bulma whispered in his ear: "Faster. Make me burn.". He was overexcited. He pulled back to put his weight on his knees, grabbed her legs and started moving so fast that she immediately screamed in pleasure: "Aaah!". Vegeta gave her another few hard pushes and came again, suffocating some loud swearing.
He was panting and for a moment he didn't move, then said: "Give me those things or it'll be a disaster here.".
Then, he collapsed on the bed: "That was good!". She turned her head to look at him and huffed a strand of hair off her face: "That's the understatement of the year!".
She tried to get up, but fell back down, laughing. "What are you doing?" "I need a shower, but I cannot even get up.". He chuckled, lifted her and took her to the shower.
She pulled him in the shower with her and kissed him softly: "You killed me, my prince!". He said: "Five." "Five what?" "After five you're dead.". She said thoughtfully: "Five… That's a lot in a row, for me.". He raised an eyebrow, looking smug: "Really?" "Two in my best evenings.".
He chuckled: "I'm not surprised, considering we're talking about the weakling.". She washed his chest with a soft sponge full of foam: "No, seriously. Five in a row is a lot for me. And why do you have no downtime?". He asked: "What's that?" "A bit of time to recover in between." "Did he need that?" "Oh, please, let's not talk about him. That's not a competition. And every man needs that.". He shrugged: "I don't need that." "Maybe it's a Saiyan thing or your training. I might ask Chichi." "Kakarot's mate? No you won't. I forbid it." "Fine, I won't.".
He took the sponge and rubbed her back softly: "So, five is a lot." "Yep, for me it is. Even because those were strong ones." "Wait, are there weak ones?". She nodded: "Absolutely. It depends on a lot of factors." "Like what?". She explained: "Well, how horny I am, how much I want it, how good you are, how I feel physically and emotionally… if we're connected... I mean… a lot of stuff.".
She made him turn around and shampooed his hair, rubbing his scalp gently and he went silent. He leaned into her touch, like a cat asking to be scratched and she smiled. He really craved to be touched. I'll touch you forever, if you let me.
She giggled: "Turn around, I want to see what you look like when they're wet." "Mmh?" "Your hair." "Go back to talking about your orgasms. Not about my hair.". Bulma's eyes widened: "Oh goodness, you're even more handsome!". She kissed him and he kissed her back. Bulma purred: "I love it when you kiss me.".
Vegeta looked straight into her eyes for a long moment, in silence, then lifted her leg, keeping it up with his arm and slid inside her again, surprising her. He moved slowly, leisurely in and out. Bulma felt lightheaded, she grabbed his shoulders, her eyes flying shut: "Vegeta…". He shushed her with a slow kiss. I'm in love with him.
Vegeta thought that Bulma naked under the water of the shower was his new favorite thing. He sucked her dripping neck and watched her: she seemed in ecstasy and he felt proud in being the one able to make her feel like that.
Her blue hair was darker under the hot water and her skin was of a brighter shade of pink. He sucked her shoulder, then gave her a soft bite. Her answer was a delicious moan. He smirked and watched the water follow the curve of her breasts and run to her hardened nipples to create a small waterfall. He drank that water and sucked her gently. I want to live with my cock inside of you.
Bulma's voice was soft: "You were worried about hurting me (He looked at her) but all you do is make me feel wonders.". She caressed his face: "Please, now come inside me. I love it when you do.". He locked his eyes with hers and started picking up pace.
When he came inside her, she smiled and kissed him: "You're absolutely fantastic." and she hugged him tightly. I love you, my prince.
Vegeta rinsed himself one last time and said out of breath: "You have to tell me more about your orgasms, we can improve.". She yawned and got out of the shower: "If you improve further, you'll kill me. And it's a long subject anyway and I need to sleep.". He protested while giving her a towel and taking one for himself: "You always talk too much and now that I want to listen you're tired?" "Your fault. Fuck me less, next time." "Nope.".