Bulma was practically skipping down the hallway to her bedroom when she came home. She'd finally made progress on a project she'd struggled with the last week and she'd worked into the late evening to finish it. It always delighted her to crack the code to whatever device she was working on and she felt like celebrating.
She was planning to change into a tiny scrap of a dress and hit the clubs with some of her friends who'd already called several times to get her to join them. To be truthful, she didn't really feel like going clubbing at all and would probably benefit from a good night's sleep, but she felt way too pumped to rest right now. She needed some sort of release of that energy inside her.
There was always the option of going hunting for the hot piece of short, dark and angry she had been fucking for the past few months - she could stay home and bang out some of her excess energy - but she didn't want to seem needy. They were keeping it casual and she knew that he would flee at the first sign of commitment; in fact, so would she.
Therefore, she decidedly ignored the skip of her heartbeat when she saw the Saiyan stand outside her bedroom, leaning against the door as though he was making sure she couldn't enter without him. His arms were crossed and his eyes tilted down, staring at the floor with a scowl and not acknowledging her approaching figure. However, it was clear to her that he was waiting for her and well aware of her presence.
He wasn't there because he broke the Gravity Room or the bots again; he would have sought her out immediately if that was the case. Besides, she always checked the status of the GR before going to bed to avoid being woken early by a Prince in a tizzy who wanted her to fix his toys. So, she knew for a fact that he wasn't there for her technological expertise. This was a booty call.
Before he could deliver some snide comment he'd no doubt been working on while he was waiting, she was quick to speak first, "Aw, are you waiting to be let in like a good little puppy?" He was more like a grumpy house cat who thought it owned the place, but saying that wouldn't work as well.
His head snapped up and he huffed angrily as he snarled at her, "I suppose I'm the only one here civilized enough to respect others' privacy. Of course, something like that must be beyond comprehension of a lower species such as yours." She laughed out loud at this.
"You respecting others' privacy? Please, you act like this place belongs to you, walking wherever you please and yelling like we're all servants. You're the most uncivilized person I've ever met!" How she loved the little game of theirs.
"You should all be groveling at my feet! I'm above every single person on this planet. The fact that you fail to acknowledge this just proves how ignorant you are." He pushed away from her bedroom door and invaded her personal space. She didn't back away.
"Please! If you're so much better than everyone, why can't you fix the things you break? You need me for that. And seeing that you're here, even though the GR is fine, it's obvious that there's another thing you need me for," she smirked, letting her eyes roam the length of his body on display in his skintight training clothes. "I think you want to grovel at my feet."
He growled and grabbed her arm forcibly, yanking the door to her bedroom open to drag her inside. The door closed behind her with a loud bang as she was pushed against it by a strong body. His mouth descended on hers, lips pressing hard against her own, his teeth fiercely tugging at her lower lip to grant him entrance, and she eagerly parted her lips.
She moaned as he licked into her mouth, his tongue hot and insistant as it wrestled hers. His hands gripped her biceps to keep her in place, as though she couldn't escape the solidness of his body anyway. She wrapped her arms around his neck and slid her hands into his thick mane of hair, enjoying the passion coursing between the two of them as their verbal battle turned into a physical one of the most pleasurably kind.
Nevertheless, her last words were not forgotten; rather, he decided to take them a bit too literal. He pulled his mouth away from hers and, with a forced frown, shoved her roughly onto her knees. "I'll have you groveling!" he sneered, tugging down the lower half of his suit with one hand while grabbing hold of her hair with the other.
Despite the rough treatment, she couldn't deny her excitement as he guided her mouth to his thick cock, already hard and eager for her attention with precum glistening at the tip. It was thrilling to know that she was the one who made this powerful, alien Prince so aroused that he needed her to relieve the urgent lust he felt.
She stuck out her tongue to lick up the salty drops from his cockhead, then grabbed onto his sinewy thighs for support as she leaned in and swirled her tongue firmly around the head, feeling the muscles in his legs tense. He tasted so good, hot and musky with a hint of danger, and she couldn't stop a small moan from escaping as she took the whole head into her mouth and sucked.
His breath hitched and she looked up at him, his black eyes easy to discern in spite of the darkness in the room. He met her gaze and for a second he looked so slack-jawed and relaxed that she felt a rush of excitement; there was nothing better than pushing him to lose control, just a little.
A tiny look of panic crossed his features and he quickly regained his composure, grasping her hair tighter in his fist and pushing her forward. Her mouth opened willingly as he guided his length inside, his other hand keeping her chin locked in place, as he drove forward until he hit the back of her throat. She gagged a little, her throat convulsing around him, and he chuckled breathlessly.
"Too much for you?" He taunted her, but she wasn't taking the bait. She wrapped a hand around the base of his shaft, her fingers not able to touch around his girth, and squeezed tightly while she swallowed around his cockhead still in her throat.
He bit back the beginnings of a groan, but she knew the signs well enough; he was heavily affected by her ministrations. Her free hand moved from his thigh to dig her nails into his delectable ass and she used her grip to control his movements.
Slowly, she moved her head back and forth, letting his length slide in and out of her mouth at a leisurely pace. She sucked hard on each entry until he hit the back of her throat where she swallowed around the head, then swirled her tongue around the shaft as he slid out.
He made no sounds, except the increase in his already heavy breathing and it revealed all she needed to know. She was effectively making him fall apart, having snatched control from him without him noticing it.
She began to increase her pace, slowly but steadily. A small grunt escaped him as she gripped his base even tighter, stimulating the part of him she couldn't possibly fit in her mouth, and she smiled around his cock.
This seemed to catch his attention, enough that he realized how much she was controlling his pleasure. Their eyes met and she could see his indignation plain as day. She knew what was coming.
He took hold of her head with both of his hands and started to plunge aggressively into her waiting mouth. She could no longer keep up the ministrations she'd used before, but found his use of her mouth as a vessel to relieve his lust incredibly arousing. Her thighs pressed together as her already wet center began to throb and she pictured how he would satisfy her afterwards; it made her moan around him. The cave of her mouth vibrated with the sound and he grunted, his thrusts growing erratic.
"Fuck fuck fuck!" He cursed as his cock swelled between her lips. Usually, he gave her the opportunity to pull away if she didn't want him to come in her mouth, but now he held her head in place as he spilled down her throat. She watched his lips silently say her name, as she swallowed everything he gave her, and wished briefly that he would say it out loud.
When he released her, she wiped the spilled saliva and cum from her jaw, but made no move to get up. Instead she allowed herself a minute to watch the gorgeous man standing above her as he removed his shirt to wipe off the sweat from his brow.
His body was unreal, every muscle strengthened to its fullest potential and so unyielding like it had been carved out in a material harder than steel. Bulma had seen her share of strong men, but none of them looked as glorious as Vegeta.
"You have the most perfect body."
She didn't even realize that she had spoken until he froze on the spot. The silence, which had felt so natural moments ago, suddenly turned painfully uncomfortable as she saw him process her words. They never exchanged compliments, rarely saying anything beyond "fuck yes" or "don't stop". He would sometimes threaten her with breaking her in half or make her choke on his cock - which was frankly always promising her a good time - but never any positive sentiments.
Considering their daily banter which was littered with insults, she would never expect compliments from him, nor did she need them. She'd figured that Vegeta felt the same way. Besides, his ego was already so inflated that she didn't need to add to it. But now she accidentally had.
Of all the outcomes she imagined after her embarrassing praise of his physique, none of them involved Vegeta letting out a small whimper before lifting her from the floor and placing her on the bed with an almost reverent care. But to her complete astonishment that's precisely what he did.
He wasted no time; his hands yanked her shorts and panties off her, and then he was pulling her ankles over his shoulders, burying his mouth to her cunt. She would have arched off the bed if he hadn't held her hips in place as he began to lavish attention on each inch of her wet folds.
He licked and lapped at her with a dedication beyond any she'd experienced from him before, except when he trained, and she was rapidly feeling the benefits of being his sole focus. Not that it was unusual for him to give his best during their trysts, but this was a whole new kind of behavior. This was not just about pleasure; it was almost veneration.
Her head was spinning and her body was quickly approaching its peak. She wrapped her thighs around his head and gripped his hair tightly as though to tether herself to him. When she tumbled over the edge, it was with a cry of his name, followed by a whimper, "Fuck, you're so good."
Once again she felt him freeze. Even in her post orgasmic haze, she noticed it. However, this time it didn't take so long for him to react and it wasn't as urgent as before. He came out of his momentary stupor and placed a gentle kiss on her labia, from there moving upwards by kissing her mound, her lower abdomen and, pushing her top out of the way, her stomach. While dipping his tongue teasingly into her belly button, he eased her top further up and over her head.
He left her stomach and settled fully over her body, his lips tenderly capturing hers. His kisses were slower and somehow deeper, as though he was devouring her. He slid his hands around her upper body, fingers flicking her bra open and removing it, before he took her fully into his embrace.
She enjoyed the feeling of his firm, naked body pressing against hers, his muscular chest rubbing against her hardened nipples. He was fully aroused again and ready to go, but when she spread her legs and reached down to align them, he caught her wrist and placed it above their heads.
His mouth strayed from her lips, over her jaw and down her neck to suck at her pulsepoint. She gasped, having always been very sensitive there, and she felt every touch of his lips resonate in her core. "That feels so good," she murmured. Instantly his grip on her back and her wrist tightened and his efforts doubled.
It didn't take a genius to understand why he was reacting as he did, but she happened to be one and she was fully aware of the situation behind his response to her small offerings of praise. Vegeta had lived a horrible life before he came to Earth and she was seeing the effects of it every day. It was no surprise to her that he had never received honest praise before.
She didn't want to take advantage of it, but she couldn't deny him either now that she knew. It was a difficult predicament and not one she could fully assess when her body was being worshiped by a needy sex god.
It couldn't possibly be wrong for her to vocalize how good he made her feel. She would simply be honest instead of being the bitchy earthling he was used to dealing with who just barked commands at him to fuck her harder. A change in her approach in bed (or wherever they landed) might even have a positive affect on their day-to-day interactions.
But her main goal was to make Vegeta feel good. And she could do that so easily. All she had to do was put her thoughts into words. Something inside her screamed to her that it would make her vulnerable, that he would use her words against her, but she tried to squash it down; she was confident enough to be candid.
It was very easy to be vocal when Vegeta took one of her nipples into his hot mouth, circling the sensitive bud while his fingers pinched the other. She moaned and softly added, "just like that," while wrapping a leg around his thigh to provide some friction. Her core was throbbing to the point of pain and she felt so empty.
"I need you inside," she mewled, "only you can fill me completely." He moaned, his mouth sucking her left breast, and ground his hips so hard into her thigh that it would definitely bruise.
But instead of giving her what she wanted, he traveled lower still, spreading her legs for him to settle between. His fingers spread her lower lips and he blew gently at her swollen clit, cooling the wetness there. "Please," she whined, not sure what he was going to do, but very eager for him to get on with it.
His hand began to tease her entrance, circling the edges, but not dipping in. She tried to move, but his other hand held her lower abdomen firmly in place. He continued to blow against her clit while he skated her aching cunt and it was driving her crazy. "Vegeta!" she pleaded with him, looking down to see him watching her intensely, "Make me feel good."
He smiled at her, a dangerous one with his subtle fangs exposed, and finally, at last lowered his lips to her clit. She cried out as the wet heat of his mouth closed around her cooled pearl while two of his fingers plunged into her cunt. He angled his fingers to rub against her g-spot and his tongue mirrored the action on her clit.
She came abruptly, almost violently, her entire body pulsating with wave upon wave of euphoria. It seemed neverending, her lungs grasping for breath as she continued to shudder and shiver with intense pleasure that threatened to pull her under. She might even have blacked out because he was suddenly hovering over her when she finally found the energy to open her eyes.
He was breathing heavily like her and his eyes held a frenzied glint, as though he needed something from her. The substantial hardness between her inner thighs was a dead giveaway, but she suspected that it was more than that.
Pushing down her fear of feeding his ego further and making him think that she couldn't live without him - vibrators might not be as good as him, but they got the job done - she decided to be honest about his efforts. "You just gave me the best orgasm of my entire life."
For a second she was absolutely certain that she saw something new in his eyes, a tiny dent in his inner armor, but before she could analyze it, he was kissing her deeply and pulling her right leg up around his hip to make room for him. He slid into her with one long thrust, filling her to the brink.
He stilled briefly, ending their kiss, and rested his forehead against hers, inhaling deeply. "You feel incredible," she whimpered, overwhelmed by how right it felt to have him inside her. A strange sound - something between a gasp and a whine - came from the back of his throat, audible even though his mouth was firmly closed.
His arms wrapped around her, fully gathering her into his embrace, and he began to fuck her fervidly, almost as if he couldn't contain himself. He pounded into her uncontrollably like a savage, but there was something so profound in his passion that it set her blood on fire.
Words tumbled from her mouth, unabrasively sharing every thought she'd had about him during their trysts, "no one can drive me wild like you, please, yes, your cock is so huge, yes yes, harder, fuck, you are the best I've ever had, oh god, don't stop, just like that, you feel so good, Vegeta!"
She felt him tremble and moan in ways he never had before, his arms holding her tightly as he rammed into her like he was physically unable to stop. And maybe he was because her words were clearly having an effect on him.
It was affecting her as well and, before she knew it, she shared something she'd only thought about in her most shameful, girlish fantasies: "You're my strong, handsome Prince!"
He came with a cry of her name - something that pulled her right over the edge with him - and quivered, his hips sporadically thrusting into her as he continued to come, even longer than her. When his movements slowed to a stop, he didn't pull out of her and rolled over as he usually did, but stayed above her as he caught his breath.
In a minute or two he would flee from her and avoid her for days. They would never mention it again and if she tried to, he would go off into space rather than share his thoughts.
It was alright. She knew from the beginning what kind of relationship they would have and she was fine with it, even if she had moments where she dreamed of more. She couldn't help it; orgasms caused a release of oxytocin which led to feelings of having a connection with someone. It didn't mean that they would ever be good for each other.
She tried to ignore how nice it felt to simply lie in his arms and instead waited for the pin to drop.