Rules were a thing, weren't they?
Some written, and some assumed. Some were common sense, and others were strictly enforced in order to promote the overall safety of individuals, because even the heavens that natural selection was a thing..
Bulma couldn't help but vaguely ponder this, as Vegeta furiously nibbled her lower lip. Was there a rule against this?
Perhaps there should be. Because kissing and flying was probably as dangerous as things could get. And at that moment, the couple were actively flying at what felt like the same speed of a jet engine.
Holding her in his arms as if she were a bride, Vegeta his forehead against hers when he released from the latest kiss.
Flying and kissing, Bulma thought again… Flying and kissing. What would happen if they were going in the wrong direction? Or better yet - flew into an actual airplane?
Yet she couldn't bring herself to stop him when he leaned in to resume the labial assault. In fact, she encouraged it. His lips pressed into hers, their tongues dancing as she put a hand to the back of his head. It was all just so irresistible, and the more she tried to stop herself, the worse it got.
Like an itch that desperately needed to be scratched. Needing to breathe under water. They just had to keep going. It'd been so long.
"I can't take it anymore," Vegeta finally growled. And Bulma let out a shrill yip when their course suddenly shifted. Their bodies were lowering down, making Bulma feel for a moment that she were plummeting off the hill of a tall roller coaster. But her cry connected with Vegeta, and he slowed in their descent to something more humane.
In a moment's time he was gently settling her on her feet. "That's better."
"What is?" Bulma looked around to notice that they were on a sunny patch of grassless land.
"Not having to fly," Vegeta replied, so matter of factly. "I couldn't concentrate. The more I tried to-"
"The more you couldn't stop?" Bulma grinned.
"Precisely."
He was at her again, holding her head still against his. He nipped, dipping his tongue between her parted lips, grazing her with his teeth. Bulma, already feeling so warm from their time kissing during flight, moaned when she felt his hand on her chest.
"We can't," She gasped, breaking free of the kiss.
"Why not?"
"Someone might see…" She glanced over her shoulder.
"Nonsense. Nobody is here. And anyway," His fingers ran down the hem of her gown. "You've got a dress on."
"What's that got to do with anything?" Bulma began, but Vegeta was already at work. He pulled his shirt off and set it neatly on the dirt. A moment later he lowering her down to lay on it, crawling over her as she moved...
With one hand stroking her shoulder, he leaned in for another kiss. His other hand began running up and down her left leg, pushing her dress a little higher up each time it moved.
Suddenly Bulma could understand just what Vegeta meant when he'd mentioned her dress as an integral part of this scene. She could remain completely clothed - almost. The dress could keep her hidden.
"Take your panties off," Vegeta whispered in her ear. "Nobody will see."
"Veget-" Bulma gasped, her voice breaking off as he found her earlobe with his teeth.
It seemed he changed his mind on wanting her to do it, for he already had his fingers curling into the waistband of her underwear. He slid them down carefully, as if trying to be as discreet as possible. Once they got low enough, he moved so that she could maneuver her legs out of them. And then he was unclasping his belt.
This was happening so fast! It was only their third time together, but Bulma was still used to more foreplay than this. That being said, finally being with him again was so exhilarating that she was more than ready. The movement was smooth as he hitched her dress up to her waist. Without a word he thrust into her, causing Bulma to yell out.
It was a little tight - just as tight as she remembered, yet she still wasn't quite used to it. She was stretching, adjusting, taking it all. And he was already plunging in and out, this time having been too impatient to let her get used to his size. It hurt, and the friction was so warm against her core, and it only added to the sensation when she let out a loud moan. Her arms wrapped around Vegeta's neck for leverage as he held her thighs over his hips, her entire body bouncing with the recoil of his thrusts.
The movements were so strong and deliberate, with Vegeta huffing each time he slid his length inside. Despite the soreness it was causing, it was too good. The position they were in left so much friction against her sensitive nub, and it took no time at all for her to reach her climax. Her cries echoing through the valley as she came, still shaking from each blow she received from the saiyan king.
It seemed he wasn't far behind, and her orgasm only drove him further. With her muscles tightened around him, he began to move more sporadically. Less determined, and more instinctual, his breaths quickened to match his pace. A hand went to her breast, and the new rhythm was so appealing that it was making her feel ready to come undone all over again.
Just as she was about to cry out, to beg him to keep going, he let out a loud groan of his own. Thrusting in one last time, his hips slammed against hers as he buried himself to the hilt. She didn't think he'd ever been so deep before, as he crashed against her cervix. It was enough to make her let out a pained cry, and she found herself hugging him tightly as she grit her teeth through the aftershock.
"Are you alright?" Vegeta's pants demanded, and he pulled back to look at her. "I hurt you, didn't I?"
"You're, you're just so… That was…" Bulma breathed. "You're so big! In me… I can't.. I don't think I can handle it."
He laughed at this, all while still inside her. A calloused thumb moved to her lower lip, where he pressed it admiringly. "You do just great."
"It's so-" Bulma started, and she closed her eyes to gasp as he began to pull out. She could tell he was trying to be gentle, but still. It was tight, and it was movement. And he was clearly spent, so how careful could he really be?
"Sorry. I got carried away." Vegeta said.
She opened her eyes to see him sitting back on his knees, stuffing himself back in his pants. He appeared to still be ready to go, which made the process more difficult than his forced non-chalantness wanted to let off.
She giggled.
"Like I said," He breathed. "Couldn't help myself. Got carried away."
"I liked it," Bulma smiled. And then she got a good look at his bare chest. Remembering his gesture, she looked down to see his wrinkled shirt under her asscheeks.
How sweet of him to have dirtied up his shirt to keep her a little more comfortable and decent…
Bulma's legs were wobbly when she stood, and the wetness between her legs was alarming. Blushing, Bulma looked at Vegeta abashedly. "I… I need to clean up, but there's no shower…"
"Don't look so embarrassed." Vegeta smirked.
"But-"
"Think you can hold off til we get back to the palace?"
"I'll stink!" Bulma gasped.
"Not to me" He shrugged.
"And besides, we aren't just going to walk in and have a lovely go of things. Maron is-"
"A bitch." Vegeta finished. The name was triggering something in him, causing his voice to come out in a yell, and his eyes to bulge. Suddenly Maron's bare skin flashed across his memory - yet again. And oh, how he wished he'd done something more violent back then than to simply threaten her.
And what would Bulma think if she knew? It was his instinct to keep this to himself.
After all, it wasn't as if Vegeta had reciprocated. He knew he hadn't done anything wrong, and the whole thing would just upset Bulma. Likely, she'd be more upset that he'd seen another woman than anything else. In his experience, girls didn't like to think of those kinds of things. Whenever a woman he'd been with asked if he'd known others, they would always flip their lids. And that was even when they knew they were just one-time flings.
But Bulma? She was his wife . They were in it for the long term. And if one-night stands could act so tempered when they found out he'd been with many, how would Bulma react? The couple hadn't even discussed his sexual past yet, and Bulma had been a virgin when they'd met. Would this encounter with Maron strike self-consciousness in her? Would she become more reserved, unsure, and angry?
These were all noted risks of telling Bulma, and yet Vegeta was done keeping things from her. He didn't blame her for being upset about the secret of her Dad, and they hadn't even really hashed things out. He wasn't going to add another wrong to that list. He had already decided that he was going to keep things transparent from there out.
"I have something I must confess." Vegeta said. "I saw Maron naked."
"WHAT?!"
Well, that was a cringe. Vegeta knew he shuuldn't have started the conversation like that. He put his hands up, eyes widening at his own lack of tact. "She ambushed me!"
"What the hell do you mean, she ambushed you?!" As if on some kind of cue, Bulma put her fisted hands to her hips, and the dress skirt went plopping down over her legs again.
"I mean, she came into my room a couple nights ago when I arrived on Earth. She tried to initiate sex, but I turned her down."
"Hm." Bulma's eyes narrowed. "Oh yeah?"
"Yes."
What was the indescribable rage inside? She could completely see Maron trying such a thing, and she had witnessed how Vegeta handled the leers of Nova ~ which was to not acknowledge it. But the idea of Vegeta seeing anyone other than her - even if he didn't want to? "YOU BASTARD!"
"Wait- Me?!" Vegeta balked. "Don't be mad at me! She came to my room!"
"Oh?" Bulma crossed her arms. "And yet you both got far enough for her to get naked!"
"She just stripped at me! Nothing occurred!"
Vegeta backed up as Bulma went stalking for him. She stuck a finger in his face, her breath hitting his cheeks as she yelled. "How can I trust that?!"
Vegeta took another step back to he could slap a palm to his face. "Oh, for the love of - I'm telling you, aren't I?! Why would I bring it up if I reciprocated?!"
"Hm…" Bulma paused. He did have a point. Why would he be putting it out there if he had something to hide? And, after all, he couldn't help it if she came upon him and just… threw herself at him…
… After all, she had experienced more than her share of-
"I kissed another guy," Bulma blurted.
"WHAT?!" Vegeta snarled.
"Oof," Bulma cringed. "I probably shouldn't have said it like that…"
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU-!"
"I didn't want to! He just kind of did it to me!"
"AND WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?!"
The reaction was as immediate as hers had been. And as Bulma watched, the energy around Vegeta began to change. He was grinding his teeth, his knees bent as he dug his feet into the ground. And his hair - it… it was becoming even more heightened than normal. She thought her eyes must be playing tricks on her, because she could swear that there was sparks erupting from his body, glistening blue as electricity charged.
"I'm sorry!" Bulma said. "I didn't want it, and I pushed him away. It just kind of happened, and I-"
"I'll kill him!" Vegeta spat. "TELL ME WHO DID IT!"
"Calm down!" Bulma put her hands up, just as Vegeta had done. "Vegeta, I can't talk to you when you're yelling like this!"
"Says the woman who thought I committed infidelity!"
"Says the man who saw another woman NAKED !" Bulma snapped.
"Which I didn't agree to!" Vegeta shot.
"And I didn't ask to be kissed!" Bulma replied.
"Which is why I'll KILL HIM!"
"Just-!" Bulma started. She didn't know what to do to stop Vegeta from spiraling into this fit of rage. And so she grabbed him and planted a kiss, rubbing her palm into his chest. He grabbed her back and deepened the embrace, his force so strong it nearly pushed her off her feet. He kissed with ferocity, as if his inner voice was shouting 'YOU'RE MINE!' . It was silent, but the message still rang loud and clear.
When they finally pulled away, Bulma noted how much softer Vegeta's demeanor was, though his eyes were still narrowed.
Good. She wanted to smile smugly at this. After all, it had worked. "Look, I'm willing to share everything. But I need you to stay calm."
"Kissing another is far worse than seeing another naked." Vegeta hissed.
"Oh really? They both seem pretty bad in my books."
"Kissing in an act of intimacy !" Vegeta said. "It's a way to bond. It's knowing the feel and scent of another-"
"And knowing the shape and figure of another isn't intimate?!" Bulma shrilled. He was trying to make a point, but it was just sending her back into a rage of her own all over again. "Take me to the palace, Vegeta! Take me there, now! I need to get her back!"
"Not until you tell me who did it-" Vegeta's eyes widened. "Wait. That diplomat who went to Vegetasai, and now happens to be back on Earth. Was it him?!"
Bulma's eyes widened. "You saw Yamcha?"
"It WAS him! THAT BASTARD!"
'You can't hurt him!" Bulma said. "He is a bastard, but he doesn't deserve to die!"
"Says the woman who wants to see Maron to get her back ," Vegeta growled. He turned around so his back was to Bulma, glancing at her from over his shoulder. "Sounds like we both have some serious ass-kicking to do. Now climb on!"
"Only if you promise not to kill him." Bulma said, crossing her arms.
"The fact you are asking me this makes me want to kill him even more." He growled. "Now come on!"
"Vegeta, seriously!" Bulma said. "We need to talk about this calmly. Don't do anything to him, at least not until after we talk."
"COME ON!" Vegeta barked. "I get it, already! Now let's go!"
"Hmph," Bulma tossed her hair, satisfied that he was listening. In his own way... "I'm still dirty from our sex, and if it gets on you then it's your fault."
"In all honestly, that sounds hot." Vegeta's said, his voice finally calm. And Bulma laughed, knowing that he was being completely serious.