Two days. Just two days and I'm a complete mess of need and desire. I can't focus on shit. My projects are lying dead in my lab. All I can think of is this fucking alien and his… oh my gods yes, right there! How the fuck do you make me so horny? Oh yes, yes!
Bulma was sprawled out on the bed, with her new favorite man devouring her neck, licking and kissing and biting softly all the skin he could reach. You're perfect, woman.
She was on fire, moving under him, craving for contact and friction, unable to stop, she had to have him: "Vegeta, please!". He grinned on her neck: "Calm down, I'm exploring. This is new stuff for me.". Bulma protested weakly, as his mouth moved down to her breasts, sucking gently on her hardened nipples. He looked up at this marvelous woman, who was lying under him, begging him lustfully. Is this even real? This does not look like my life.
Then he moved even lower, licking her flat belly, caressing her velvety skin and murmuring something against her flesh that she couldn't grasp. I've never even thought of doing any of this with anyone in my life.
The prince had never done this before, but he wanted to taste her, he wanted to see her up close, he wanted her to feel very, very good. Oh fuck, her scent!
He licked and kissed the inner side of her thighs, finding himself face to face with her small patch of blue hair. He kissed her closer and closer and he watched curiously, finally caressing her. Bulma shivered: "Oh, yes! Yes!". She was bursting with need and he smirked, he loved it when she was in this state.
He caressed her all around, he liked the feeling of her wet folds on his hands, but this was a different perspective. Here, he could finally smell her properly. He closed his eyes and inhaled her scent. It was intoxicating.
He took out his tongue and finally tasted her. Bulma gasped and trembled in surprise. Fuck, this tastes too good. I'm eating you alive, woman!
Vegeta was overexcited, he embraced her legs to bring her closer to his face and started devouring her passionately. His tongue swirled around, reaching everywhere, also entering her a few times. He could feel that she was still tense and nervous, so he tried his best to not attack her too forcefully, but it was more and more difficult, because he wanted her too much. Oh my gods, this is wonderful, prince!
His tongue reached higher, where he knew he'd find her magic button. He licked her there a few times and she tensed even more for a moment, but then, when he started sucking her there, she finally melted before him.
Vegeta was proud of himself for her reaction, he continued to lick and touch and suck and kiss until her hands reached his hair and he looked up and saw her looking down at him with desire and shock in her eyes. I want you to come in my mouth, Bulma. I want it all.
She was panting more and more quickly and moving uncontrollably in his embrace. He moved one hand and used his fingers to open her up more, to lick her better and her reaction was sensational: she pushed her body in his face and he smiled triumphantly. I'll make you scream!
His tongue was making Bulma feel heaven and she pushed up rhythmically in his mouth, now pleading: "Please, please, make me cum!". He obliged, sucking on her nub as if it were a delicious lollipop. Then he brushed her clit left to right fast, watching his fingers move on her slit, slipping around in all that sticky excitement that he loved. She was changing before his eyes, now she was swollen and more and more shining liquid was coming out of her. His mind was going blank for how excited he was. Amazing!
Everything was wet and slippery, he closed his eyes and plunged again into her, his tongue swirling around, ready to take it all while the wonderful woman was now becoming louder above him: "Yes! Oh fuck! So good!". Until he felt her tense heavily and grab his hair almost forcefully, her body arching involuntarily, giving him the biggest prize ever: Bulma's loudest orgasm so far. She covered her mouth embarrassed, but he was smiling smugly. I am oh so good at this.
He continued to lick her until she pushed him away, feeling the pain: "Stop, please, that was too strong!". The Saiyan got up on his knees, watching her while she continued to shiver and without even realizing he started stroking himself and he was already so close. Woman, you are too much!
He bent down to kiss her, making Bulma kiss her own liquids on his tongue. Her eyes flew open and fell on his moving hand for a split second, before he came on her belly and her breasts, unable to restrain himself.
Bulma was smiling blissfully: "Holy crap, you're the best!". He smiled triumphantly, his breath still short, and looked down at her: her voluptuous curves were covered in his sperm and she looked more stunning than ever to him. He bent down to kiss her again: "Looks good on you.". Bulma grinned and spread some liquid around her nipples, then took a bit up to her mouth, sucking on her fingers: "May I have more, your Majesty?". Oh gods, the things she says…
Vegeta moved to enter her, but Bulma suggested something different, she squeezed her big breasts and invited him to straddle her. He was a bit surprised, but obeyed: "What do you want me to do?" "Just fuck my boobs!". What?
She pressed her boobs around his cock and he groaned: they were so soft and hot and so slippery because of his sperm that he just couldn't stop, he moved fast above her and watched himself slide there, while she squeezed her breasts. Whenever his cock emerged, she tried to suck it and he indulged, pushing further to reach her mouth.
Bulma looked up at the prince. He was above her, his hips pushing rhythmically and his head falling back, his arms resting lazily at his sides, all of his perfect muscles dimly enlightened by the small lights on the nightstands. He looked magnificent, so strong and perfect. Gods, I love you.
It didn't take him long, his white liquid came out in quick boiling spurts, washing her breasts. She's driving me crazy.
"Now I want to feel you inside me.". He went back on his knees and entered her at once, pumping her eagerly, fucking her hard. Bulma was ecstatic: "Yes! Yes!".
The sight was fantastic: Bulma was spread out under him, her body covered in his sperm, her big breasts bouncing up and down at every thrust and her face… that was the best part: she couldn't stop looking at him, shocked at what he was making her feel, her mouth open, her tongue darting out from time to time to lick her lips, wishing it was him. You are mine, Bulma!
The warrior was inebriated by the power he had on her when she was in this state. She would do anything he asked.
He sat back on his heels, lifted her legs and put them on his shoulders, kissing and caressing them, then he ordered: "Touch yourself!". She looked up and obeyed immediately, looking at him in the eyes, blushing while her fingers reached her blue curls, now all sticky and squishy.
And she touched herself like all the times she'd done it thinking of him, hoping against all hopes that one day he would really take her. She looked up and saw him focused on her hand, she knew he liked what he was seeing. So dirty, just for me.
He looked at her fingers moving around her burning clit in search of another well deserved orgasm, then at his cock disappearing inside her and up at his mark on her skin and he felt like fainting for pleasure. This woman will kill me. I fucking love fucking her.
He bent down to kiss her, her ankles still on his shoulders. Bulma removed her hand, but it wasn't needed anymore because she was so close that when he kissed her, the change in position made her fall into a shock of feelings and she cried her climax in his mouth.
Vegeta was going mad, thrusting fiercely inside her, kissing her passionately, so close that now his chest was covered in sperm too and it was perfect that way. He growled loudly and he came again, going rigid above her, unable to control himself, pushing her into the bed with an animal sound coming from deep within his chest.
They remained on the bed for a bit, both trying to come down from their high, kissing softly and caressing each other.
Vegeta tried to move, but Bulma hugged him close: "Kiss me again, prince!". He leaned down and kissed her softly: "We need a shower.". Bulma giggled: "Yeah, we made a mess. How about a super quick shower and then we relax in bed? I'll get a bot to change the sheets.".
In a few minutes, both were returning to a clean bed. Bulma yawned: "Can I… hug you?". He looked annoyed, she smiled amused: "It bothers you that I ask?". He was red in the face: "Just come here!".
Bulma snuggled closer and hugged him, resting her head on his shoulder, she asked: "Why are you smiling now?" "You're naked." "And?" "Nothing, I like it.". He absentmindedly caressed her skin, making her smile. I love you, my prince. She kissed him on the cheek: "Good night, Vegeta. Tonight was amazing.".
Bulma fell asleep in seconds, her lips curled in a soft smile. Vegeta looked up at the ceiling, his head very far from the idea of letting him sleep.
Tonight was amazing… yes, it was. I love this woman. And now? What the hell am I supposed to do? I avoided sex for my whole life and then this woman arrives and in three days I'm fucked. I have a mission, I have a target and I must not divert from my plan. But is this really more than sex? What if it's just great sex and I am mistaking it for more? I have no experience enough. But I want more than sex from her. I want her to be only mine. She's so different. She cares about me, about my training, about my opinion, she respects me and that feels good. She's giving me the best life ever. This is a life I never imagined. But can I settle into this? I'm made for fighting. I'm made for killing and conquering, not for snuggling in bed. But what's better? Can I have both? I want it all. Will my honor allow it? No, my father would be disgusted by my weakness. I have to leave, she's a distraction! I have to reach for the top. Nothing less will be accepted. And then… then, after I kill the androids, there'll only be Kakarot to defeat and then I'll… I'll stay. Or is it wrong? Is this giving up on my pride? I would give up anything for her.
Vegeta looked at Bulma, she was sleeping peacefully while hell was having a party in his mind. He hugged her tightly, bringing her to his chest and kissed her head, she sighed contentedly in her sleep, murmuring his name.
Bulma's hand had reached down his pants and started stroking him slowly. Vegeta's eyes were closed in trepidation. Her lips brushed against his ear: "I'm sorry, but I could not wait. I saw you training on the monitor and I got all wet. You're so sexy while you're training. Have I told you of all the times I touched myself while watching you train?". His eyes went wide: "You what?". She smiled evilly: "Oh yes, all those times I was in my lab and I checked in on you and I saw you half naked, all covered in sweat and I couldn't stop my hand. I can't even begin to tell you how dirty my fantasies were.". He swallowed.
The warrior unbuttoned her lab coat hastily and froze: she was wearing white, silky underwear that was completely see-through: "B-Bulma…" "Yes?" "What is this?" "This is called lingerie.".
He licked his lips and Bulma smiled: "Well, I realized that I hadn't worn anything fancy for you yet and maybe you'd like it.". He looked at her with surprise: "For me?". She smiled, endeared by his astonishment: "Yes, for you.". For me.
He was breathing with difficulty. For me. He brushed the top of her breasts with the tip of his fingers, just a light caress, but it was enough to make Bulma burn. She let her lab coat fall on the ground. Her chest was moving heavily, following her labored breath: "Please…".
As an answer, he turned her around, pushed her against the wall and rubbed his hardness on her wet panties, making her moan in delight. He said with a deep voice: "You're soaking." "It's all your fault!" "You're such a vulgar woman!". Bulma gasped when he entered her, just moving her panties aside.
Bulma arched her back and pushed her ass into him to make him go deeper, begging him to be rough. He pounded her vigorously, his hands on her hips, until she screamed, making him smile: "Oh, already done? That was quick. We're not finished.".
He grabbed her under her thighs and lifted her easily, pulling her up against his chest. She gave a startled cry: "Vegeta!". She reached behind to grab his neck for balance. He licked her ear: "I'm not making you fall.". She smiled and said: "I know. You just surprised me.". She trusts me.
She had her eyes closed, her head leaning back on his shoulder and was completely lost in pleasure. He grinned and started moving her up and down his shaft easily, nibbling on her neck.
Bulma was in dreamland. He was doing all the work and he was fucking her perfectly. She simply had to let him do what he did best: make her come so hard she would faint.
Vegeta was losing his mind: she wanted him so much that she'd gone to him in the middle of the morning and had started touching him without any shame. And she was wearing the hottest thing he'd ever seen. For me.
Before now, she'd always been almost naked in their evenings, only wearing t-shirts and never even a bra, because she said that she hated them and she refused to wear them when she relaxed and he'd never given it much attention because without a bra it was easier to undress her. But this was wonderful.
He looked down over her shoulder and saw her hard nipples escaping the fabric a bit more at each push he gave her. He groaned. She wore this for me! For me!
And now she was saying so many random, dirty things that he was close to bursting. The words snaked in his ears: "You're killing my pussy… Your cock is so perfect… So hard... Fuck me!". Say more!
He licked and bit her neck softly: "You're so dirty." "Give me your cum!". He erupted at those words, pulling her down to meet him violently several times until he was spent. All yours, woman.
He breathed heavily on the back of her neck a few times, then said: "We're not done.". Bulma smiled: "I shall expect nothing less from the prince of all Saiyans.". He put her down gently and slid out. He looked down at her ass barely covered by these new panties and saw his sperm dropping on the ground, he turned her around and said: "Look at you, dripping on the floor of my gravity room.".
Bulma looked at him, her eyes hooded with desire, she kissed him softly on the lips and hugged his neck, she closed her eyes: "I can feel it pooling in my panties and sliding down my legs, all hot and sticky. Just feeling it makes me get all horny.".
She lifted one leg and put it around his waist, slid one hand between them and grabbed him to guide him back in. He closed his eyes: "Bulma.". She kissed him again: "Sex with you is fantastic, Vegeta.". They kissed slowly. He murmured something. You're mine, Bulma.
The prince cupped her ass, caressing her softly through the fabric and then squeezing. He sucked on her neck, then raised his head to look at her in the eyes: "You feel so good.". She smiled and kissed him, her tongue dancing adoringly in his mouth. She moaned: "I'm so close.". He fondled her breasts and bent down to suck on her perky nipples through the fabric, then he had to stop: "Oh fuck, you're squeezing me. So tight!".
Bulma froze, her body tensing hard all at once, almost choking, then she gasped for air, her mouth open, but emitting no sound. And finally she relaxed completely, totally spent. Oh fuck, that was great!
Vegeta watched her in rapture. Bulma orgasming was definitely his favorite show. He also lifted her other leg, then sat on the ground with her, still inside her. She was always tired after strong ones and he prided himself in being able to reduce her to a puddle of smiles and grateful kisses.
He moved her up and down slowly, watching her. She smiled at him, kissed him softly, then giggled tiredly and whispered against his lips: "Wow!". He chuckled softly: "Yeah, feels good.". Bulma looked at his body and caressed him gently, starting from his neck, then his shoulders and his pecs: "You're so perfect.". He closed his eyes and let it sink in. I'm perfect.
Vegeta was panting heavily: "I'm...". Bulma smiled, still bouncing up and down, moved by him: "Vegeta, look at me.". He obeyed, looked at her in the eyes and swallowed. Bulma caressed his face, then said against his lips: "Fill me!". Oh, shit!
The fighter's growl was intense, low and rumbled deep in his throat. Bulma kissed him deeply while his sperm filled her to the brim. She kept her lips on his, until his breath became more normal.
He looked at her with soft eyes. She smiled exhausted, hugging him. He said: "I like lingerie.". She giggled: "Today I'm going out to buy more!". "Get blue and red and black and…" "I get it, I get it.".
Bulma's mouth was tracing a slow, burning path on his skin while going down from his chest to lick his abs and then lower. Your body is the only one I want to love for the rest of my life, Saiyan.
She was smiling at his protests: "Calm down or I'll have to tie you, prince.". He caressed her hair: "But I want to.". She snaked up to his mouth: "Well, I want you to eat me as well, but now it's my turn so you'll have to w-" "What?" Bulma's eyes widened: "I have an idea. I think you'll like it. Now get in the middle of the bed.".
Vegeta obeyed at once and watched her move around the bed until her knees were close to his face. What is she-
He watched her getting closer and then straddling his face gracefully and he almost jumped. Yes!!! He grabbed her legs and immediately started licking her eagerly. Wait, she's upside down this time... is this better?
She got lost in the feeling for a moment, her eyes fluttering shut in pleasure. Then she opened her eyes, saw his erect muscle and suddenly remembered her intentions, she bent down and started sucking him.
Vegeta was surprised: "Oh fuck, this is brilliant!". He stopped for a moment, to enjoy the feeling of her burning mouth on him and inhaled deeply, relaxing his body completely. Her scent invaded his nostrils and his mind, waking him up. He opened his eyes and watched Bulma's slit from so close that he almost felt honored.
He dived into her folds, kissing, tasting, lapping and loving every inch of her passionately. He could hear her moans and he could feel her movements on his cock changing according to the way he licked her. Oh fuck, she sucks me so good!
It was complicated, he was trying to focus on two wonderful things at once and he couldn't choose what he liked more.
He unconsciously decided to focus on her body and just let her amazing mouth become the best background for what he was doing.
Bulma was trying to enjoy what he was doing, which was pretty spectacular, but she wanted to give him pleasure, she loved doing that and then watching him come. Every time, his cock moved on its own, following the shots of his cum, pulsating in her hand or in her mouth and she thought it was a splendid show.
She decided she wanted to do exactly that, so she dived on his hardness and returned to sucking.
She licked the whole shaft expertly, going up and down his sides and making him shine with her hot saliva. Then she moved a bit lower, licking his balls and there he shifted and she felt him lick her faster. Well, you like this, don't you? She tried again, fondling him with her hand and then sucking gently.
"That feels good!" his voice was low and needy, Bulma felt bolder at his words and she moved her hand lower. Her fingers massaging the muscles below his balls.
The man was going mad: "Bulma, slow down!" "No, I want to watch you come!" "Me first!". He's surely competitive. Just like me.
Now, she wanted to see how deep she could go. All of it, she already knew it was impossible… but more than usual, why not? She tried, she went a bit deeper, but it was too much for her and she had to stop.
Propped up on her elbows, she used both hands on him, but this time she didn't go up and down, she twisted them around his shaft, moving her two hands in opposite directions, eliciting an impressive moan from him. In the meanwhile, her tongue was giving a special treatment to his tip, licking it and sucking on it with the most delicious pressure. You taste good, Saiyan.
At this point, Vegeta was out of breath, but the more he felt close to release, the more he plunged himself in Bulma. He knew she was close, he could see it in her swollen labias, he could taste it in her flowing liquids, but mostly he understood it from the way she was pushing herself into his face.
He put two fingers inside her and curled them, making her gasp in pleasure. Bulma couldn't believe it, she felt close to fainting. She stopped sucking him because she couldn't focus. She froze with her mouth on his cock, her hands still holding him tight and cried out her climax.
Vegeta was ecstatic, he could see her contracting around his fingers. He was exploding. He drank her with closed eyes, until she stopped crying softly, then he pushed her down on his chest, grabbed her waist and turned her around easily.
Bulma was still confused because of the strong orgasm, but when she found herself face to face with him, her shock only lasted a second, because she launched herself at him kissing him furiously: "Dear gods, you're phenomenal! That was amazing!". He smiled smugly at her words, excited at the idea that she was tasting herself in his mouth. Vulgar, dirty earthling.
He pushed his hips up to enter her and she moaned in delight in his mouth: "I'm still feeling my whole vagina pulsating! I can't believe it!". Her head fell on his shoulder and she gripped him tightly while he pushed up quickly inside her, keeping her still: "Bulma!". He choked on his own words, his release intense and liberating.
Bulma peppered his face with kisses: "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!". He chuckled: "What are you thanking me for?" "For waking up my body, for making me feel things I never felt before! For being the best fucker in the universe!". He smiled: "You're welcome! This idea of yours was great, but I think I'll stick to one thing at a time or I can't enjoy everything.".
She moved slowly above him: "So… you prefer one thing at a time? I agree… and oh my gods I love that it's always so hard.". He grinned while she sat up above him, her hands on his abs: "I like you, my prince. So strong and perfect. So sexy.". He closed his eyes at her words, letting them crawl under his skin, slowly replacing all the hate that had nested there for years. Strong and perfect. She thinks I'm strong. And sexy.
Bulma's eyes were closed, she loved riding him, because he went so deep inside her that the pleasure multiplied. His voice was deep and velvety: "Bulma…" "Yesss?" "Get down here, I want to kiss you.". She opened her eyes in surprise and smiled softly at him. What do you feel for me, prince?
They kissed gently, slowly, lovingly. Vegeta slid his fingers in her silky hair, then embraced her. He switched places with a swift move and continued slowly: "I love fucking you." "Mmmh, love it when you talk to me, honey.". Honey? Oh fuck, she owns me.
The prince kissed her: "You're so tight and wet!" "Vegeta, say my name!". He looked deep in her eyes: "Bulma.".
She cried in his mouth, electrocuted by pleasure, her head going back in disbelief, her mind only focusing on her clitoris, pulsating so hard with each heartbeat that she almost found it distressing, while Vegeta repeated her name in her ear with his deep, warm voice.
He started moving faster, but she didn't let him go, her hands were still gripping his back, while she rode her climax until the end. She heard him growl deeply above her, so she said in his ear: "Fill me with your royal cum! Give it to me!".
Those words made him explode. He loved it when she talked dirty to him, but he wouldn't dare admit it. He kept pushing inside her again and again, until he was completely spent and he fell on the bed beside her. That was fucking good.
They sighed heavily, both sweaty and sticky. He brought her closer, making her giggle: "I need a shower." "No, I like you like this. All dirty and sweaty.". She smiled lovingly: "Nice, but I have to pee, it'll take me a second.".
She went to the bathroom, then slid back in the bed, reaching him and snuggling as close as she could: "Mmmh, I'm so happy.". He looked dumbfounded: "I think you're the first person who's happy around me." "Well, I guess I'm also the first person you open up with.".
Bulma yawned: "You are wonderful when you let go, you know?". Vegeta looked surprised: "You… really think so?". She nodded with a big, sleepy smile: "You're smart and brilliant and curious and funny and you're a super hard worker and you are so interesting with all you know about space and alien technology! And when you don't yell at me for your stupid gravity room… I love the way you are when we're alone.".
He looked at her for a long moment, maybe trying to find a hint of lies in her eyes, but he couldn't find any, on the contrary she was looking at him straight in the eyes, still smiling gently.
The woman caressed his cheek and added: "And your eyes are so… wow!". He swallowed, blushing furiously: "I… uhm...Thank you. You're not bad either.". Her crystalline laugh was fantastic. I love her.
Bulma's naked body was wrapped around his, her long legs sliding on his, and she was laughing for something that he had said. Yeah, maybe this is my new favorite thing.
Bulma added: "You're also an idiot, but it compensates with how incredibly sexy you are." "I agree. I'm very sexy.". She slapped his chest playfully: "Idiot!".
Bulma was so deeply immersed in her happiness, that she didn't see the love pouring out of his eyes every time he looked at her.
It was Saturday and, as often happened during the summer, Bulma's mother had invited all of her daughter's friends for a great barbecue in the garden. It was a beautiful morning and Oolong, Krilin, Muten and even Tien and Jiaozi were there. Yamcha had decided not to come and Bulma was honestly happy.
Everyone was having a great time, even Bulma who was just now pondering her friendships: "Hey, how come I only have male friends? Chichi never comes over. You guys have to start bringing girls… I'm sure Yamcha will bring some next time… Hey, Tien! Where the hell did Launch go? I liked her! She was weird, but nice!". Tien blushed: "No… no idea, sorry.". Jiaozi: "Last time we saw her, she shot us and left. Never heard from her since then!".
The barbecue went smoothly, with laughter and excellent food. Panchy loved her guests, but it was evident that the alien was her favorite: she kept replenishing his plate and his glass and she looked at him with adoring eyes.
From time to time, Bulma secretly caressed Vegeta's leg under the table, she smiled lovingly at him, she even dared to touch him with her shoulder while laughing at a joke and he was boiling. What the hell is she doing?
Vegeta got closer to her ear and reprimanded her quickly with a loud whisper through his teeth: "Stop it!". Bulma was honestly taken aback by his rage, she whispered back: "What?" "Stop touching me!". Her eyes widened: "Sorry, I'm sure no one saw…". He blushed: "It's not that." "Then what?". He tried to explain with an intense, embarrassed, quick stare. It took Bulma a few seconds, but she got it: "Oh.".
After a second of quick thinking, she got up and nudged his shoulder, saying quietly: "Follow me inside, please, I need help in the kitchen.". He widened his eyes: "But-" I cannot fucking stand in the middle of lunch like this!
"Please, just be kind and help me.". She walked towards the house, then turned to him: "Would you be so kind to bring my sweatshirt? It's there, on my chair.". He looked angry and shocked for a second, then caught up. He grabbed her sweatshirt to cover his crotch and quickly followed her in silence.
Once inside, he took a heavy sigh of relief. Bulma didn't give him any time, she pushed him against the wall of the kitchen on the ground floor, caressed him through his pants and felt that he was rock hard.
She whispered on his lips: "Was this my fault?". He whispered back: "You keep touching me under the table and you look…". He swallowed, unable to finish, looking mesmerized at her cleavage. She got even closer, so that her breasts squeezed on his chest, nearly popping out of a too small blue top: "Use your own words, prince of all Saiyans… Am I beautiful? Am I hot? Am I sexy? Or am I just too vulgar for you?".
He kissed her eagerly: "I want you now.". Bulma asked: "What? But everyone is right outside!". He bit her neck and smirked: "Well, I can't go back in this state. You did this to me and now you fix it.". He took it out and ordered: "Now get down and suck!".
Bulma went from one to a hundred in an instant, she loved when he ordered her around, she obeyed, kneeling in front of him and sucking him eagerly. He growled and grabbed her head, his hands following the fast bobbing movements of her head: "Fucking good!". She smiled and continued her movements, massaging him with both hands, one on the base of his shaft and one fondling his balls.
His head went back in pleasure, he was really trying to keep his growls as low as possible, but he was throbbing with need and Bulma was so good at this... He leaned on the wall, then looked down.
Bulma's eyes were closed and her blue eyelashes fluttered lightly with her movements. The sight of his shaft disappearing rhythmically behind her plump, pink lips made him grit his teeth to hold back.
He knew they had no time, but that feeling was so good that he just had to make it last. But her small hands were so soft, yet so firm around him that he couldn't resist much, he came quickly in her boiling mouth and she milked him greedily until the end.
Bulma spat in the sink and smiled at him: "Better now? Can we go back?". Not yet. He checked outside quickly and whispered hurriedly: "Turn around!". Bulma's eyes went wide: "But they'll wonder where we are." "I don't care. I said turn around.". Bulma's breaths got shallower, she raised a corner of her mouth and said slowly: "As you wish.". He licked his lips: "That's better. Now bend.". All mine.
Bulma bent on the table and he didn't hesitate one second, he lifted her short skirt above her hips and moved her panties aside, caressing her, eliciting a little jump of surprise when he entered her with two hot fingers, moving them around softly. Always soaking for me.
He took out his fingers and sucked them clean, his eyes going shut in pleasure, then pushed himself inside her quickly, thrusting hastily and roughly, slipping swiftly because of their excitement. He bent down on her and whispered in her ear: "I want you to come hard on my dick, Bulma.". Bulma was flaring with need. Whenever he said anything even remotely dirty to her, she melted in his hands: "Yes, I'm so close already." "Good. Let me help you a bit.".
He took one of her knees and put it on the table, opening her up to go deeper and she definitely appreciated it, especially when he quickly squeezed her ass. Then he reached down between her legs, found her swollen nub and caressed her.
Bulma moaned loudly, but he put a hand on her mouth: "Quiet!". Bulma nodded, turned her head to him and begged with a long, low moan. Oh dear gods, how does he make me so fucking horny?
Vegeta loved the sounds she was making. If she continues like this, I'll explode in a second. He moved index and middle finger like scissors on her clit and she fell apart in seconds, biting the palm of his hand to avoid screaming, grabbing the table for dear life and shuddering violently. The sight was fabulous, he grabbed her hips and pushed steadily inside her a few more times, finally filling her with hot, rapid liquid spurts.
It took both a few moments to recover, Bulma exhaled: "I don't know what got into you, but I loved it.". Vegeta panted: "It's all your fault.". Bulma kissed him: "That thing you did with your fingers… that was brilliant! You're definitely doing it again tonight!". He laughed and gave her some tissues. Bulma smiled: "Go outside. I'll freshen up and I'll be out in a minute.".
The following morning, they were at the table, having breakfast.
Her father took a heavy sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose: "Bulma, everyone expects you to be there tonight, it was organized months ago, your name is on the flier and you know it.". Bulma whined: "I know, dad, I know I promised, but I don't feel like coming, this year." "You're our main inventor, you need to be there, it's the biggest event of the year and you're supposed to be the one giving the main speech, the whole town will be there.". She pouted like a child: "But I don't want to go. Everyone will ask me why I'm not with Yamcha instead of asking me about our last projects.".
A deep, low voice directed at her father surprised them: "The weakling?". Bulma's father nodded in answer, while the two women's heads turned towards Vegeta in surprise as they'd almost forgotten he was there. Bulma blinked a couple of times: "Well, yes… I always went with him, but this year he'll surely be there with someone else and everyone will ask me questions and I'll get annoyed, and all just because people care more about stupid gossip than about technology!". Her father protested: "You're smarter than that, Bulma. Just dust them off.". Bulma wasn't convinced.
Her mother chirped in: "Why don't you go with Vegeta?". Bulma gasped: "What?".
Vegeta froze, then started to chew on the pancakes he had in his mouth very, very slowly, looking around the table, like studying the battlefield. What-the-
Panchy said in a dreamy voice: "Oh, he'd make a wonderful companion for the gala, Bulma dear, he's so, so handsome…". Vegeta blushed deeply and muttered something under his breath.
Bulma: "Mom, don't make him angry! He surely doesn't want to. It will be packed with people… and you know he doesn't like people.".
Her mother looked at her own nails with mild interest, her eyebrows raised, and said in a fake casual tone: "Oh, and here I was, thinking that maybe you could shut them all up by showing up with a real man. You know, show them you… upgraded.".
They both froze for a moment and looked at each other intensely. Upgraded? Sounds nice.
Vegeta cleaned his mouth with the napkin and cleared his voice: "And what would I be supposed to do?". I am an upgrade.
Bulma's mouth fell open, she couldn't believe he would even consider it, but Panchy clapped her hands excitedly: "Oh, there you go, how nice of you, Vegeta dear! You don't have to do anything spectacular, you simply have to be there by Bulma's side, you'll need a nice tuxedo and…" "Is much talking involved?".
Bulma covered her eyes in embarrassment, but her mother continued: "Oh, not much for us who are not inventors. I go every year with my beloved genius here and I simply smile and shake hands. Occasionally a nice laugh is good, but otherwise, silence is accepted. There's the most important or famous people of the whole country and there's very good food.".
"What's a tuxedo?". The blonde woman giggled: "A very, very elegant, formal type of clothing for men." "Uncomfortable?" "Maybe a bit." "Not pink, right?". Panchy gave a hearty laugh: "No, Vegeta dear, I'll get you a black one.". He shrugged: "Fine by me. I'll go.".
Bulma came out of her hiding and with wide eyes asked: "You will?". He looked her in the eyes and said with a smirk: "Might even be fun." She mumbled embarrassed: "Thanks.". Oh my gods, is this a date?
Panchy clapped her hands excitedly and got up from the table with a huge smile: "I have a tuxedo to get and I have no time! See you all later!". Her father stood up, patted Vegeta on the back and said in a low voice: "I owe you one, son.". Son?