"Hey Vegeta! Come here, I got you something." A very excited Bulma held out a square shaped gift in front of her new boyfriend. She had waited for the saiyan prince by his Gravity Room, knowing he'd come out for lunch at this hour. However, instead of accepting the gift, he backed off and raised a suspicious eyebrow. Silently asking her what her motives are. She can be persistent, but something felt off this time. She seems a little too excited.
"Don't be silly. I bought you a present!" He didn't move. "Look mister, if I wanted to murder you I would have poisoned your food when you first got here four years ago. Stop being a baby and accept it." Valid point. He thought. He took the gift from her hands and rotated it, inspecting the object. "I wrapped it, silly. Remove the paper and see what's inside. I got you a fun surprise." She winked at him.
His suspicions had started to dwindle after his thorough inspection of the ridiculous object, but her wink immediately brought him back at red alert. Reluctantly he removed the wrap and found himself holding a book. It had a plain dark red cover with two words written in the middle in fancy golden letters. He didn't recognise the words as Galactic Standard. "Bulma, you know I don't understand any of your other stupid human languages."
"Just open the book, you'll see." She giggled.
Alarm bells were still going off in his head. She was acting very weird, even by Bulma's standards. "No, you're playing tricks on me."
"I'm not playing tricks on you Vegeta." Knowing that 'trust' is something the ex-military intergalactic warrior was still working on, she decided to let it rest for now and give him some space. "Just promise me you'll look at it later, ok?"
He rolled his eyes and walked off with his new book in hand. Ready to throw it in a drawer somewhere and never look at it again.
Bulma sighed. He'll come around eventually. She turned around and made her way to her lab to resume her work.
A few weeks later...
It was close to midnight when Bulma walked through the living quarters of Capsule Corp. She was still wearing her lab coat over her summer dress, uncaring to remove it. She just finished some leftovers for dinner and was on her way to the bedroom they've been sharing as a couple for a little over a month. She felt tired but satisfied after helping out her father in the lab all day. While walking she stretched her shoulders to relieve the knots in her neck and upper back. Bulma enjoyed lab work, but it's killing her good posture. I should do my pilates more often, before I start looking like the Ox-King.
Half expecting Vegeta to be asleep already, she quietly closed the bedroom door behind her. However she was greeted with an unforeseen sight. Vegeta was sitting wide-legged on the carpet in the middle of their spacious, dim lit bedroom, with his back to her. He was wearing gray sweatpants and a black tank top. It's not uncommon for her warrior boyfriend to get some stretches in before bed, but he was hunched over something that seems to have captured his undivided attention. She leaned her back against the door and watched him from a distance.
Vegeta didn't seem to notice her as he skimmed through a few pages. She could swear she heard him snort. What's he doing? It doesn't look like he's stretching. She decided to wait in the shadows and observe him some more.
After a few more minutes of turning pages, tilting his head, the occasional snort and ignoring the mother of his child who was obliviously convinced she could hide from him, Vegeta decided the jig was up. "You can't perform splits or a deep backward bend. You can barely touch your ankles with your legs straight. And don't get me started on your handstand technique, if you even have any." He walked his hands in to sit upright, his legs still straight and wide on the floor. He looked over his shoulder. "You can barely support your own body weight! What's the point of this, Bulma?" He nodded at the floor in front of him.
Bulma's brain started to work, trying to connect the dots. Book, apparently funny, has acrobatic stuff in it. Oh! Oooooooh! He's 'reading' THAT book! See I'm always right. He came around eventually. Bulma put on a coy smile and crossed her arms loosely over her chest, palming both of her breasts. "I can't do all that, but you sure can. So why don't you show it to me, warrior?" She challenged him.
"I won't."
Bulma raised a questioning eyebrow.
"In my years before I came to Earth, I've been exposed to all of this and more." He pointed at the floor in front of him, before he continued. "I have indulged in some of it and lost my dinner over most of it." He turned his upper body around, planting one hand behind his hips. "If you enjoy it so much to watch me use my body, then come watch me while I train." That sounded more as a statement and less as an invitation.
Bulma kept her arms crossed, but slumped her shoulders slightly. She had hoped to excite him with the book. A compliment to his physical competence. She lowered her arms to her side and slowly walked over to her alien lover. The way he spoke those words made her feel a bit sad. There was a tinge of melancholy to them, mixed with a whiff of hurt. She lowered to the floor behind him. Spread her legs with bent knees so she could rest the backs of her knees on top of his thighs. She pressed her front to his back, wrapped her arms around his torso and supported her chin on top of his left shoulder. Short boyfriends do have their benefits. A soft smile formed on her lips. "I'm sorry Vegeta. The book was meant as a compliment and for fun. I didn't mean to offend you." She whispered in his ear. Hoping that he would understand and accept her apology.
"Tch, you didn't offend me Bulma. I know you're a vulgar woman. You're nothing but a bored, spoiled princess who has everything she could possibly want in life. Yet, you're always on the lookout for more." He finished with a stern whisper. "Aren't you, girl?" Bulma felt a bit embarrassed and kept quiet. A slight blush formed on her cheeks. Vegeta gazed at her from the corners of his hooded eyes and continued in his normal voice. "Now you're here with me. Sharing your life, your bed and your body with a retired commander from an evil intergalactic army and it's still not enough." He paused for a few seconds. "You're still looking for even more excitement. Is that what you need from me, Bulma? More excitement? A toy you can upgrade whenever you get bored?"
Bulma felt even more embarrassed and gazed down past the tip of her nose. "I didn't mean it like that, Vegeta. You know I treasure you being here with me and Trunks and –" She let out the breath she didn't know she was holding. "I'm aware you have other options." She mumbled, her eyes still avoiding his face.
"Good. You understand. I do have other options. I could take one of your ships, go back into space and claim my unopposed position of power." His tone was harsh, but his eyes remained soft and hooded.
Bulma gave a nod in understanding, but couldn't ignore her racing heart and short uneven breaths. "I'm sorry Vegeta. I didn't think it through as much as I should have perhaps. Sometimes I forget you're an alien who might see things differently." She said in a soft voice, praying he'd see that she meant well. "You really do mean a lot to me and I like you for you. The fun is just an added bonus." Her hands ghosted underneath his tank top and she started tracing circles on the taut skin of his belly with her fingernails. She exhaled deeply, trying to calm herself down a bit. "Can I do something, anything to make it up to you?" She pressed her right cheek to his left and hugged him a little tighter to push her breasts firmly into his back. Still tracing circles on his abs.
The prince turned his head so he could face her. He reached for her face with his right hand and gently, but firmly grabbed her chin with it. His black eyes gazed into her bright blue ones as he ghosted his lips over hers. With her gift backfired, Bulma felt at his mercy. She didn't want to upset him any further, so she stayed still and waited for his next move with anticipation. Vegeta was right. She had everything her spoiled heart could possibly desire. Even the things she didn't have, she could always wish for using the Dragon Balls. That's exactly what drew her to her dangerous alien house guest in the first place. He represents something she can't have just because she wants to. His motives are fickle and her status and wealth mean absolutely nothing to the powerful prince.
As though he read her mind, Vegeta whispered to her mouth while maintaining eye contact. "So desperate to keep me around." He chuckled. "It's so nice. Isn't it, Bulma? To have a place where you can be your stupid self. To be around someone who doesn't give a damn about all the things you have acquired." He cocked his head slightly, still touching his lips lightly to hers. "It's a paradox, isn't it? The reason why you so desperately cling to me, willingly imprisoned in the cage that is my alluring uncertainty. Is to be stuck in the only place in the whole damned universe where you can relinquish control. A cage where my power takes command and rules over you. Which in turn, liberates you from your burdensome life." He rested his forehead against hers and forced her to look him deep in his black eyes. Bulma was trembling with a mix of vulnerability and raw lust and she felt herself getting wet. This man doesn't just know her, he understands her.
He smiled the cocky grin he usually reserves for his adversaries in battle when he's toying with them. The warrior moved his right hand away from her chin and used it to grab a fistful of her hair. Yanking it roughly to pull her head back and exposing her throat to him. "You know, girl." This is the reason why I stay on this stupid mudball you call a planet." He opened his mouth, stuck out his tongue and moved it slowly from the dent in between her collar bones, over her throat, all the way up to the underside of her chin.
Bulma's brain started to race, trying to make sense of what he just said. She frowned. Wondering if there was something else that kept him here other than Trunks, fancy training equipment and easy access to food and sex. She felt his warm tongue lapping at her throat. Slow, broad strokes from left to right. She released an involuntary whimper.
Keeping a firm grip on her hair, he lifted her head back up so they were face-to-face once again. He chuckled and she could see the lust burning in his black eyes. "Excitement, Bulma."
Bulma stared at him. "What?" She stammered.
Vegeta moved so he could whisper in her ear with a husky voice. "Excitement Bulma. It find it very exciting when the most intelligent, headstrong and gorgeous woman this planet has to offer caters to all my needs willingly and happily submits to me while I fuck her." Bulma exhaled a shaking breath, feeling herself now getting very wet. He gave another chuckle. "Good girl." He untangled his human girlfriend from himself and got up. He turned around to look at her. "Stay here, I want you on your knees when I get back." And proceeded to walk towards their ensuite bathroom.
Once inside he removed his sweatpants and boxers, emptied his bladder and walked to the sink to wash his hands and penis. He looked at himself in the mirror as he leisurely masturbated his cock while pondering about his plan for the evening. A few minutes later he flashed himself a devious smile. He put his sweatpants back on, leaving his boxers on the floor, and walked back into their bedroom with his arms crossed. He maintained a stoïc face, but grinned on the inside when he saw Bulma on the floor. She had stripped out of her work clothes, leaving her in a pink spaghetti strap summer dress and striped socks from two different pairs. She was sitting on her heels with her hands on her knees, just like he requested. He walked over to her with his crotch on her eye level. He stared down in her deep blue eyes while he purposefully twitched his half-hard member a few times to subtly show her he approved of her behavior. Time to have some fun.
He hooked both of his thumbs in the waistband of his pants and started to pull them down slowly. Showing off the sharp lines of his obliques, his pubes and the base of his penis. He cocked an eyebrow at his girlfriend. She kept still, switching glances between his soon-to-be-revealed member and his black eyes. "Take over from me." He commanded. Bulma replaced his thumbs with her small hands and continued to pull down until his cock sprang free. She hummed in approval. He grabbed his penis and pulled his foreskin back to fully reveal his tip. "Kiss my slit, Bulma." She made eye contact, before placing a wet kiss on his red tip. Teasing him by fleetingly dipping her tongue in his slit and letting her lips hoover to fan his cock and fingers with her hot breath.
"Open your mouth." He demanded, still holding his member. She obliged and he pushed his tip into her warm mouth. She heard him shudder. His member twitching and still growing, now almost fully erect. She closed her eyes so she could focus on the taste of the salty precum he was leaking onto her tongue.
He released his shaft and placed both of his hands on his waist. "Start sucking, woman." He ordered harshly. Bulma closed her lips behind the rim of his tip and started out by tracing circles around him with her tongue to get him warmed up. After some light teasing she felt he was ready for more, so she tightened her lips and slid them over his tip while sucking him with hollowed out cheeks. She moved slowly and with intent, taking her sweet time working the head of his now fully engorged prick.
After a while his hips started bucking, indicating that he needed more. She opened her mouth and flattened her tongue. Giving him access and control. The saiyan gave a relaxed sigh, grabbed her hair on both sides of her head to hold her still and to give her neck some relief. "Good work, Bulma. You did great. Now relax." She looked up to stare at him, wrapped one of her hands around his shaft and used the other to cup his balls. He started thrusting himself in and out of her mouth, slowly at first and gradually building up speed. Sliding himself past her tight lips and over her tongue.
"Your mouth feels good Bulma." She could tell by his voice that he started to struggle. She hummed, smiled around his thrusting shaft and gave him a wink. Indicating that she knew he started to lose control. Vegeta suddenly stopped, pulled himself out of her mouth and squinted at her. A string of precum connecting his slit to her lips. "Get up." He ordered.
Bulma got up to her feet, her dress riding up. She was feeling slightly numb from sitting on her heels for a while. Once she was stable, Vegeta released her hair. She relaxed and giggled, feeling his erection pressing against her hip. A mixture of saliva and precum decorating the corners of her mouth, her hair was messy and her inner thighs wet with her own juices. She looked at him with doe eyes and put her index finger to her lips. "Why did you stop? Did I do something wrong?" She giggled again, acting innocent and naïve.
"Yes, you did. You were playing games with me, weren't you?"
Another giggle, her finger entered her mouth, sucking on her nail. "Yes, I did." She smiled, looking proud of herself.
"Are you allowed to play games with me?"
"No." She answered like a child getting scolded.
"No who!?" He demanded.
"No sir! I'm sorry..." She surrendered.
"Good. I'll let this slide for now." He moved closer, hovering his lips on hers for a few breaths. He gave her a sloppy, wet kiss. Tracing his tongue over her swollen lips, tasting himself on her. Before she could reciprocate he took a step back and crossed his arms. Looking her up and down. Not messy enough yet, we need to work on that. "Strip. I want to see your tits and cunt." He gestured with his eyes to her breasts and her crotch.
"Yes sir."
One by one, she moved the straps of her dress over her shoulders. When the garment clung to her breasts, she grabbed the sides of her dress to slowly push it all the way down to the floor. Leaving her in her pink lace bra and thong and mismatched socks. She reached behind her back to unclasp her bra and grabbed the front to reveal her tits. Jiggling them for his amusement. Vegeta couldn't hide the small lustful grin forming on his otherwise emotionless face. His cock twitched with enthusiasm. She turned her back to him, grabbed the sides of her thong and stepped out of the soaking wet garment. Removing both it and her socks in one fluid motion. Showing her warrior the slick dripping between her nether lips and onto her inner thighs.
"Much better." He said, closing the distance between them, trapping his cock between their bodies. He grabbed the back of her neck with his left hand and used his right to cup one of her breasts. He turned her head to face him and his lips found hers, immediately demanding access with his tongue. Bulma was more than eager to play this little game and let him in without protest. Receiving a grunt in approval from her saiyan.
He massaged her breast to warm it up. Building up tension only to tease and pinch her nipple into submission while still ravaging her mouth. Leaving her breast, Vegeta traced his right hand to her side and down. Kneading her waist and hip until he made his way to her womanhood. Running his fingers through her neatly groomed pubes. He pulled his mouth away, hovering over hers. "Spread your legs for me." He ordered. She did, granting him access to her sex. He chuckled when he slowly traced his fingers through her labia and around her entrance. "Well this is going to be easy. Did you enjoy sucking my cock this much?"
"I did, sir." She groaned into his mouth. He dipped two fingers in and curled them to slowly but firmly massage her g-spot. His palm teasing her clit. He expertly worked her body further into submission. Bulma placed her hands on his hips behind her. Holding on to him to support her shaky legs.
"That's good, baby. Please keep going." She pleaded. Her cheeks were flushed and her hair deliciously disheveled. He put more pressure on her spot, rubbing it with the tips of his fingers. He felt her release more of her juices on his digits and he could feel her walls getting tighter.
Vegeta switched his technique from rubbing to thrusting. Causing Bulma to start moaning and bucking her hips on his hand. The saiyan grinned and moved his mouth to nibble at her earlobe. Lightly pulling her hair to give him better access. "That's right, Bulma, ride my fucking fingers like the little whore that you are." He whispered with a husky voice. "You get so fucking desperate when I play with your cunt." He chuckled.
She was very close now, but before he allowed her to build up to climax, he pulled his fingers out. He used the leverage he still had on hair to lift her head back up. Vegeta gave her a simple kiss on her lips before moving his soaked fingers to her mouth. "Open up, honey." She smiled at the smoothness in his command. Her eyes were hazy while she eagerly licked her own juices off one of his fingers. He chuckled again. "Good girl." When she was finished he brought the other digit to his own mouth to taste her for himself.
Then, without warning, he vanished and reappeared in front of her. Causing her to whelp. He grabbed her by her waist and flew them to their bed. He dropped her on it like a ragdoll before he casually landed on his feet on the floor. She landed on her back and blinked a few times, trying to get her bearings. He stood at the foot end of the bed with his arms crossed, laughing. His hard cock was still peeking out between his shirt and pants.
"You did very good, Bulma. I think you deserve a reward." He grabbed the hem of his tank top and slowly pulled the garment over his head. Showing off his sculpted physique. Bulma licked her lips. Feasting her eyes on his perfect abs, chiseled chest, bulging biceps and impressive collection of scars. He proceeded to step out of his sweatpants and crawled onto the bed and on top of her, standing on all fours. He grinned and lowered his mouth next to her ear. "Are you ready for the good part?"
His breath tickled her ear. Sending a shiver down her spine. "Yes sir."
"Do you want me to fill you up?" He purred.
"Oh! Yes sir." Feeling more than ready.
"Do you need me to fill you up?" His voice dripped with his own desire.
"Ah yes, Vegeta. Please, please fill me up!" The teasing was starting to feel unbearable. She needed him inside right now.
"Good." He licked her cheek. "You enjoy seeing my body work right?"
Bulma bit her lower lip as she glanced at Vegeta with a naughty look in her eyes. "Yes sir, I do." She kicked her feet in anticipation. Wondering what he had planned.
He flashed her an unreadable grin. "Lie on your side, bottom leg stretched, top leg in a 90 degree angle parallel to the bed." For a brilliant scientist, she struggled to make sense of his command. Come on brain, you got this. She managed to figure it out with a little help from her personal alien and took the position on her right side with her left leg bent, her top knee resting on the bed. He sat on his heels, straddling her bottom leg, scooting his pelvis close to hers. He grabbed her top thigh with one hand and guided his tip to her entrance with the other, slicking himself with her wetness. He made eye contact with his girlfriend when he slowly pushed in all the way until their bodies fully connected. They both released a satisfied sigh when he filled her up. Cherishing the moment.
He grabbed her ass with his now free right hand and he started working. Slowly pulling out to his tip only to thrust back in with a sharp snap of his hips to hers, embellished with a guttural groan on each strike. Bulma focussed on the sensation within her folds, getting comfortable when he built up to a strong, steady rhythm.
Bulma's view was amazing. Through hooded eyes she could see the look on his face as he focussed on his cadance, the way his arms and chest work to keep her body in place and the delicious way his abs contract and release for every thrust.
Vegeta, her saiyan prince. He fucks like he fights. Intense and dedicated. With unbridled passion and zero shame. A true firestorm of a man. On the battlefield he's out there, loud and for everyone to see. But this side of him, the view she has now, is a sight that's reserved only for her. Both her heart and brain melt at the thought. She still can't believe they're together as a couple now. Girlfriend and boyfriend, exclusive to each other and raising their unplanned child together. Who would have thought?
"Touch your tits. I want to see you play with your tits." He reared his right hand and gave her a firm spank on her ass. She whelped in delight. That got her attention.
Feeling devious, Bulma stuck out her tongue and crossed her arms instead of obeying his order. She wiggled her eyebrows, challenging him for more. "You naughty whore." He narrowed his eyes and growled, then spanked her again. Rubbing the mark his hand left on her skin.
"I said, touch your tits, bitch. I want to see you play with them. That's an order." He pointed at her as he stared her down. He was still fucking her with a firm and steady rhythm, never missing a beat. Bulma giggled and stretched her arms in front of her face, relaxing them down. Still ignoring the warrior's demand and instead focussing on the sensational feeling of his penis hammering in her cunt.
Vegeta changed tactics. He ceased his rhythm and grabbed her top thigh with both hands next to each other and started pulling her onto his prick. Forcefully shoving her whole body into his own repeatedly. He watched her tits jiggle with every stroke and unconsciously licked his lips. Delicious. Satisfied with the current display, he decided to forgo his order for now.
His new pace was more brutal and the sensation more intense and pleasurable. Bulma's face contorted as she started moaning with every stroke.
Vegeta had a broad grin on his face. "You like it hard, don't you? You dirty little whore." Using his impressive arm strength to move her without effort.
Due to his onslaught, Bulma struggled to speak. She managed to whimper a "Yes! Please keep going!" Spurring her powerful lover on even further.
"Do you want more?"
"Ye- yes!" Bulma felt droplets of sweat forming on her back. Her eyes were closed and her jaw slack.
"Do you really think, your frail human body, can take on all of MY power?" He accentuated the possessive pronoun with an extra strong pull.
"Aaaaaah yes!"
He threw his head back and laughed. Sweatbeats rolled down from his forehead and temples to pool at his chin. Dripping down onto his chest and Bulma's thigh. He started thrusting his hips again, now combining both movements. Meeting the strokes of his arms with his own pelvic thrusts. He picked up speed. The extra force creating an orgasmic pressure on her whole cleft, while hitting all the right spots in her cunt.
Bulma's head started to spin as she felt her belly muscles and inner walls tense up. Building up her climax. Just a little more. She opened her eyes to gaze at the delicious sight on top of her and started pleading with a broken voice. "Harder baby. Harder, please! Yes, fuck me harder! Yes, right there!" He picked up the pace a little more. Looking down at the vulgar display and groaning loud with every thrust. Audibly enjoying himself.
Vegeta could feel she was very close and decided to spur her on a little more. So he could bring her the release she both craved and deserved after all of his teasing. He swallowed as he prepared himself.
"Whose cunt is this!?" He demanded.
"You- yours!" She replied without pause, her voice hitching.
"I said, whose cunt is this!?" He demanded a little louder as he spanked her and grabbed her ass cheek firmly.
"Aah! Yours! It's your cunt!" She squeezed her eyes shut.
"Louder! I want to hear you scream!" He raised his voice and sped up even more.
"AAH YOURS! I'M YOURS!" Bulma screamed, now beside herself.
"DAMN RIGHT YOU BITCH!" He shouted back at her.
That was it. Her dam broke. She held onto the sheets for dear life when her orgasm hit her like a freight train. Filling the room with her screams. Her spasms gripping Vegeta's cock, tempting to take him with her. He slowed the pace to a minimum so she could ride out her high until her breath evened out a little. Bulma was smiling like an idiot, her eyes beaming with love.
After a few deep breaths she giggled and cupped her left breast with her left hand as she made eye contact with Vegeta. He was still very much on edge, absently pumping his prick inside her cunt. She licked her lips and clenched her walls around his throbbing cock. Letting him know she's ready and he can have his fun.
Vegeta lifted her top leg and rested her heel on his shoulder. Hugging her leg to him with one hand, while the other grabbed her ass firmly. He flashed an evil grin and picked up his pace again. Instantly setting a brutal rhythm with his hips. Huffing with every stroke, he started to chase his own climax. Glancing down he watched himself entering her body over and over again. Feeling her soft, feminine walls welcoming his hard manhood. It didn't take long before he felt the delicious tension of his upcoming release build up in his lower belly and his rigid penis. He took in the full view of his woman. Flushed, undone and teasing him with her tit. "You're a crazy little whore. You know that?" He snapped at her.
"Uh-huh." She started to suck on one of her fingers. Mimicking the foreplay she gave him.
He laughed. This woman, unbelievable!
He felt the tension building up further and his rhythm became erratic. His face contorted and his chin dropped to his chest. Just... a little... more... He couldn't hold it any longer. The prince shut his eyes tight and surrendered. "Fuck, fuck, fuck! BULMA!" He came with a long, loud moan, emptying his sack deep inside her warm sex. He took his time, slowly riding out his climax until his movement stopped completely. He slumped, inhaling and exhaling deeply.
When he came back to his senses, he opened his eyes and admired his work. Bulma looked amazing. Flushed, out of breath and covered in sweat and their juices. Her hair was a mess, sticking to her wet face and their soaked sheets. Remnants of her subtle make-up smeared on her cheeks.
He lowered her leg before placing his hands on either side of her ribcage to get face-to-face with her. Careful to keep his softening member inside. He reached out to caress her cheek. "You did good, Bulma. Well played." Vegeta kept a neutral face, but his features were soft.
Bulma's eyes were still beaming with love. She smiled at her boyfriend and sighed. "Awwww thank you Vegeta. You were great as well." She touched his jaw in return. "I love it when you go all military commander on me." She giggled.
"Yes, I noticed." An invisible blush formed on his already red cheeks as he averted his eyes. Still caressing her face.
"Now move, I really need to pee."
"Of course." He rolled off to the side and watched Bulma make her way to the bathroom on shaky legs. He reached over to the nightstand to clean himself up.
When she returned a few minutes later, she strutted over to their bed where the naked saiyan elite was reclining with his hands folded behind his head. She took a wide stance and put her hands on her waist in typical Bulma fashion. "You can be such a jerk, Vegeta. How dare you play with my feelings like that? I was half convinced you were going to leave me over a stupid sex book!"
He frowned as it took him a few seconds to remember the Kama Sutra she gifted him. He grinned, but kept his gaze at the ceiling. "Welcome back to reality Bulma, I hope you liked your stay in heaven." He turned his head to look at her, seeing the fire burn in her blue eyes. She looked fierce, even when she was totally naked and just got properly fucked.
"I'm being serious, Vegeta!"
"So was I. Don't forget who you took as your 'boyfriend'. I wasn't lying to you when I told you I had other options. So you better make my staying here fucking worth my while." He eyed her up and down with a lewd look on his face. "You're doing good in that department though, so no need to worry yourself as of yet."
The nerve! Jerk. With an angry look on her face, Bulma growled and pounced. Just like a cat on its unsuspecting prey, she launched herself on top of Vegeta. She straddled him and started hitting his chest with balled fists. "It's not funny, Vegeta!"
He grabbed her wrists, genuinely concerned she might hurt herself. "Maybe, but I need to keep you on your toes. If I don't, this relationship business we now have will get boring and you'll end up just like all those friends of yours."
Bulma's anger turned to curiosity. "Huh? What do you mean?" She raised one of her eyebrows.
"Divorced and lusting after m-, eh, other, more entertaining, men. You want excitement, I give you excitement. Now stop complaining, woman."
Bulma exhaled. She freed her wrists from his grip and crossed her arms. She concurred. "Point taken." She dismounted her prince and propped herself up on her side next to him. She supported her head in her palm and used her free hand to play with his hair.
"You got that one from the book?" She asked.
"Nah."
"Oh." She sounded a bit disappointed.
"But it's probably in there as well."
"You used it before then?"
"I did. Just not with you."
The fingers stroking his mane had stopped moving when he answered, so he continued to clarify. "It's a clunky position to transition into naturally and unless my woman knows what I need her to do, it requires a written user manual and drawing board to set up. Impractical when you have a woman writhing underneath you with her brain in her ass. But now you know, so it'll be easy next time."
She smiled. "I'll have you know that next time I'm the one who's going to pick the position and I'm going to use that book whether you like it or not."
Vegeta let out a hearty laugh at her bold statement. "Sure, good luck with that babe. If you're lucky I might just play along."
She giggled and winked at him. "I'll hold you to it." She pulled up their blankets and snuggled up against him. Falling asleep instantly.
Vegeta yawned and shifted until he was comfortable. Relaxing into the warmth of his human girlfriend as he mentally prepared himself for a round of railing her while holding a handstand. "Damn woman." He mumbled as he drifted off to never-never land.
Please don't forget that you matter!