Warning! This story contains very explicit content and is not suitable for readers under the age of 18.

It was 5:30 in the morning, half an hour before their alarm was set to go off. Vegeta turned on his side and spooned his sleeping wife, hugging her naked body close to his own. He tilted his hips to press his morning wood against her buttocks and quietly hummed as he savored the feeling of her warm, pillowy body against his erection. His hands moved to cup her breasts and began to caress their sides and tease her nipples. He was hoping to elicit a response from his woman, but so far he wasn't getting any. Slightly disappointed, the saiyan frowned and moved his mouth to her ear to lightly nip at it with his teeth. That finally caused her to shift, so he proceeded to whisper to her in his hoarse morning voice. "Wake up, Bulma. I want to fuck."

With a soft groan Bulma opened her eyes to a squint and booted her brain. Yes, I noticed. Kind of hard to miss, buddy. But seriously? Like this? Urg, men… Stupid simpletons… Not in the mood for that particular game, she pretended to be half asleep and mumbled. "Not now… more sleep… busy day…"

Vegeta grunted. "Tch, come on."

She huffed at his pathetic advances. Really? That's it? Are you fucking kidding me!? Bulma was already not looking forward to today and waking up like thisonly worsened her reluctance. Feeling deeply insulted, she untangled herself from her husband's embrace and rolled over to her other side. To emphasize her disapproval further, she crossed her arms over her chest and pulled her knees up, creating a physical barrier between them.

Vegeta rolled his eyes as he let her withdraw. So it's THAT time of the month again. Blasted woman. Knowing what's up, he relented and rolled onto his back. After the maddening torment he had to endure the day before, he preferred to have sex right now, but unfortunately it seems that that was not going to happen. He sighed in annoyance and rubbed his eyes. I better get some more sleep. Kami knows I'm going to need it.

Later that day, at 13:37 in the afternoon, the meeting finally ended and the participants started making their way out of the conference room. The secretary placed a neat stack of hand-written documents in front of the chairwoman who remained seated at the head of the large table. "These are the minutes of today's gathering, madam. Please review them so I can draw them up properly." The president glared at the pile of dead trees and forced a smile on her face. "Thanks Dolores, I will." The elderly woman nodded at her boss and headed out as well.

Bulma groaned at the bundle of paperwork. This is a tech company. Why can't you just use a FUCKING COMPUTER to record everything!? Bloody geriatrics and their pointless old-fashioned ways.

Bulma put her elbows on top of the reports and planted her face in her palms. Her short blue hair was messy from hours of fidgeting and her designer suit jacket was crumpled between her rump and her chair. Leaving her in a boring gray pencil skirt, an uninteresting white blouse and surrounded by five empty coffee mugs. She felt annoyed and exhausted after hours of listening to self-important idiots about non-important things nobody needed or cared about while she had to pretend to be interested at best or impressed at worst. Bulma much preferred to be covered in grease as she tinkered away in her lab making small-talk with machinery. Today was not her day.

Vegeta was patrolling the hallway with his hands in the pockets of his khakis. He had been waiting for over half an hour for the human gathering to finish. The warrior wasn't known for his patience and the current state of affairs only added insult to his injury. However, he had a plan he didn't want to ruin, so he kept calm and bided his time. Annoying Earthlings. Don't they realize I have better things to do than standing around, waiting for them to finish their incessant loitering?

After what felt like an eternity, Vegeta heard some murmuring and the door finally flung open. A horde of businessmen and -women started to swarm out of the boardroom and into the hallway, prompting the irritated alien to spring into action. Vegeta brashly pushed himself through the expensively dressed crowd in the opposite direction, unimpressed by the dirty looks some of the pretentious humans shot him. When he made it into the boardroom, he waited by the door for the final group of attendees to take their leave. The warrior firmly kept his hands in his pockets, inconspicuously using a thumb to keep something in place and out of sight. When the whole fancy flock was on their merry way, Vegeta turned around, closed the door and barricaded it with a chair.

Bulma looked up when she heard a chair scrape across the carpet. Her husband had just "locked" the door and was making his way over to her with a look of royal boredom on his handsome face. Bulma's eyes immediately glued themselves to the visible hard-on in his pants. Apparently he decided to go commando today. A wicked grin formed on her lips. Kami I love this man.

As Vegeta made his way across the boardroom, Bulma slowly rose from her chair. Pleased to see that his wife already caught on, the saiyan kicked her seat off to the side and took his place behind her. Then, without hesitation, grabbed the back of her head and bent her over, face first, into the orderly pile of hand-written documents in front of her.

"Spread your legs, lift your skirt and move your thong out of the way. Impertinent woman."

Bulma smiled and licked her lips as she took a wider stance and grabbed the hem of her skirt. Playfully holding the garment between her thumbs and index-fingers as she wiggled it up and over her hips, slowly exposing her indecent choice of underwear to her husband.

Vegeta chuckled when he saw she wasn't wearing any either. Fuck I love this woman.

The saiyan dipped two fingers into her opening, confirming she was completely soaked and ready to go. Perfect, just as expected. He used his free hand to undo his fly and pull out his prick through the opening of his zipper. Vegeta was hard and dripping, so he too was ready to go. He grabbed his shaft and moved his tip through his wife's labia to cover both of their genitals in her natural lubricant before he shoved his cock in. Balls deep. With conviction.

Bulma gave a satisfied sigh. "Hmmm thanks, darling. I really need this."

"I know."

She giggled. "Good boy."

The saiyan barked out a laugh. He collected her skirt around her waist and grabbed it with both hands to keep her steady. Knowing she likes it hard and deep around this time, he set a pace of heavy, powerful thrusts.

Bulma placed one cheek down on the backs of her hands. Thoroughly enjoying the delicious lunch her husband decided to bring her during her break.

When he felt she was adjusting, Vegeta picked up his speed and started fucking her a little harder. "This room doesn't have surveillance, does it?"

The bluenette glanced around the chamber. "I don't see any and as far as I know we don't have hidden cameras in the compound." She cleared her throat and began talking loudly into the empty space. "Dear security! If you happen to see this please avert your eyes and delete this tape! I would hate to fire you for seeing me with my ass in the air!"

Vegeta laughed at her boldness. "Getting fired would be the least of their worries if this footage leaks."

Bulma snickered and wiggled her hips. "Yes! Got get 'em, you dangerous bad boy!" She put her head back down again and released a sigh of contentment. Nothing beats the feeling of her husband's rock hard penis moving through her swollen passage as he exerted himself to pleasure the both of them.

With his arousal rising while fully dressed and a thermostat adjusted to folks sitting still for hours, Vegeta was starting to build up quite a sweat. "Brace yourself for a bit." Craving to feel some fresh air on his skin, Vegeta undid the buttons of his shirt while he kept thrusting into her. When the front of his torso was fully exposed, he wiped his brow with the back of his hand before leaning forward and planting his palms next to her shoulders. He began to work her a bit rougher, using the sturdy table to his advantage.

To accommodate her husband's new angle, Bulma utilized the floor as leverage to raise her hips. She lifted her upper body as well and put her weight on her forearms to relieve the pressure from her bra-wrapped breasts.

Vegeta kept pumping as he looked up to gaze at the clock. "When's your next meeting?" He panted.

Bulma's brain was currently in her cunt and refused to function properly. It was much preferring her husband's work over her work-work at the moment. She groaned. "Bleh, the one I just had ran out by like thirty minutes. Hmmmm, this feels good, darling. Keep going."

"I'd hate to keep you from your important appointments, Bulma."

"Fine! It's at two o'clock on the other fucking side of the compound."

Vegeta grinned. "That means there's not quite enough time for you to finish, is there?" He stood up straight again and moved his hands to her hips. "For me, however..." He firmly gripped her ass and started shoving his wife over his cock with force. "... there's plenty."

"Hey! Not fair!"

He chuckled. "Life's not fair. Too bad." Vegeta knew he wasn't going to last very long anyway and shamelessly glanced down at their penetration. His penis was peeking through the soaked hems of his fly while his balls remained hidden in his pants. Bulma was still mostly dressed as well with only her bottom half exposed. He noticed her fancy, impractical stiletto's on which she desperately tried to maintain her balance while he impaled her on his prick repeatedly.

Bulma didn't mind his ego-trip too much. Getting properly screwed with her tits pressed into some important paperwork is exactly what she needed today. So her displeasure was quickly forgotten and she began moaning in tune with his rhythm. Enjoying the coarse feeling of his clothes on her slit as he roughhoused her in the conference room. Banging in places that you're not supposed to was not part of any of their fantasies, but it was damn fucking hot whenever they did it. Knowing her husband could sense and stop any potential visitors put her mind at ease enough to indulge in this little adventure every now and then.

Vegeta threw his head back and shut his eyes as he was starting to tense up. "Tighter Bulma! Arch your back! YES!"

Bulma contracted her walls around him and hummed when she felt his engorged member grow even bigger as he cocked his gun for his finale.

The saiyan prince clenched his teeth and hissed. "Ha! Fuck…I'm…!" Vegeta's whole body shook as his weapon shot its load through its barrel and into his welcoming target. Relishing the audacious experience of filling his wife's wet cunt in the middle of Capsule Corp.'s exclusive boardroom.

The ticking clock on the wall reminded him they didn't have time to dawdle, so Vegeta cut his post-orgasmic haze short. He pulled out and helped his wife back on her feet. "Spread your legs."

Bulma turned around and cocked a challenging eyebrow at him, silently hoping he would eat her out where she stood.

Unfortunately for her, her husband had other plans. He placed a cupped hand under her vagina and waited for his cum to drip out and pool into his palm. He lit his ki to evaporate it and proceeded to grab her jacket from her chair. Using the overpriced piece of textile as a towel to remove as much of their fluids from her slit as possible. Once she was cleaned up, he mindlessly discarded the garment on the table next to the messed up pile of documents as he looked at his half-naked wife. "Now, to make you look somewhat presentable." Vegeta pulled Bulma's skirt down and tucked her blouse back in. He took a step back and crossed his arms as he eyed her from head to foot. "Hmpf, good enough."

Bulma flashed him a smug smile. "If anyone asks, I'll tell them I got assaulted with an alien weapon and barely managed to escape alive."

Vegeta started laughing. "Good. No point in lying to these cretins."

Bulma stepped forward to button up his shirt while he put his cock back in his pants. Uncaring about the sticky mess, he closed his zipper and used his ki to dry the stain on his fly. Vegeta looked up and gazed at his wife through hooded eyes. He grabbed the sides of her face and teasingly hovered his lips over hers as he spoke to her. "I'll take you to your next meeting so you can go back to being a good little girl."

"Thanks darling." The bluenette moved in for a wet kiss and grinned at her mischievous husband's mouth. "I heard good girls usually get rewarded."

Bulma locked her arms around Vegeta's neck as they walked over to one of the larger windows. When he reached out to open it, he brought his lips to her ear and whispered. "We'll see about that."

Vegeta picked her up, ignited his ki and took off through the window. Leaving a gust in his wake which caused the crumpled, sweat-stained reports to take flight and scatter all over the conference room. Whatever. It's not like anybody is going to notice and ask questions, right?

At 10:00 in the morning of that same day, a very pent up Vegeta disengaged the gravity in his training room. He just finished his warm-up routine, or rather attempted to finish his warm-up routine. As it turns out, getting ready for a rigorous training session when you trip over your neglected prick every five seconds is a lot harder than it looks. No pun intended.

He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed as he remembered the negotiations he had with Bulma many years ago when he decided to stay on Earth to be around their son. She promised him he could have all the sex he desired with her if he agreed to a monogamous relationship.

"All the sex I desire my ass!" Vegeta released his face and crossed his arms. "Seriously, what is up with those idiot females? I swear they're purposefully designed to complicate things. I just want to fuck every day and she claims she does too, yet there's always something going on with her." He groaned. "Headaches, too tired, insecurities, not in the mood, whatever that might mean. Ridiculous woman. She either makes me work for it, or, even more absurd,she's so impossibly horny that she will ignore me entirely and act like a blasted minefield all day!"

He leaned against the control panel, crossed his legs and started bouncing the tips of his toes to the floor. Today was one of her "minefield" days, or ovulation as she called it. "What nonsense. I'm always fertile yet I never bitch about it." Her explosive crankiness aside, this was actually his favorite time of her cycle, because she wanted nothing else but to get absolutely manhandled by him. Vegeta grinned as he took a trip down memory lane and thought about all the crazy stunts that he had pulled on his wife over the past years.

Creativity was one of Vegeta's talents people often overlooked. As a warrior he devises his own strategies and designs his own techniques. And in the bedroom he uses his inventiveness to come up with ideas to keep their sex-life interesting and the spark between them alive.

Unfortunately yesterday had made Vegeta feel dead inside as he had to suffer through Pan's birthday party. He desperately needed a good fuck to make him feel like a man again, so Bulma's rejection earlier this morning really stung.

Stubborn as he is, Vegeta preferred not to jerk himself off when he was home and his wife was around. Especially on the minefield-days. The prince absently fondled his half-hard penis through the thin fabric of his exercise pants. "Insolent woman. I better get back at her good this time, she deserves it. Shame she's busy today." He rubbed his chin. "Hmm, maybe I can use that to my advantage. She messed with my agenda, so it's only fair that I mess with hers in return." An idea popped up in his head and a sly smile appeared on his lips. "Yes, that could work."

Vegeta re-engaged the gravity machine. He could hold out for a few more hours when he had that to look forward to. The warrior resumed his training with renewed energy, allowing his brain to go over various possible scenarios to assure his bold and highly indecent plan was going to be a success no matter what.

Time to remind his blasted woman who's boss.

Thank you so much for your time! I hope you had as much fun reading this story as I did writing it.