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The following day…

23:45, a quarter to midnight. Vegeta stepped out of the shower and lit up his ki to dry himself off. He walked over to the sink, placed his palms on its edge and gazed at the faucet. He took a deep breath in, feeling the familiar sensation of pre-sex anticipation filling up his chest and lower belly. He smirked. "What a weird turn of events, I can't believe I'm about to fuck one of Kakarot's friends." He chuckled. "Oh well, some dirty little fun has never harmed me before." Running his hand through his hair, Vegeta turned around and put on the plain white t-shirt and blue boxers he collected earlier and left his en suite bathroom. He stretched his arms overhead with a drawn-out groan as he walked over to the tall glass doors leading to his private balcony. He gazed into the darkness. Taking in the sight of the empty grounds surrounding the deserted compound as he mulled over the various games he could play with the head-strong scientist. Adjusting his eyes to see his own reflection, he flashed himself a mischievous grin. "Perfect." He closed the curtains and threw himself on his double bed, nimbly landing on his side. "She better be as vulgar in her actions as she is in her words." He checked his alarm: 23:55, five more minutes. "Hmpf, let's see if she has the guts to show up in the first place."

At 23:50, in a messy bedroom down the hall, a freshly bathed Bulma had just finished moisturizing her skin. She slipped into a simple but indecent set of silk lingerie and applied a small amount of make-up to her face to appear a bit more flattering. Careful not to overdo it as she was unsure if Vegeta even appreciated it. Her heart was beating like a drum, pumping a blend of insecurity and excitement through her veins. She released a nervous sigh. This wasn't going to be her first one-night-stand, however, it was going to be the first one with someone she interacted with on a daily basis and messing this up would be an embarrassing disaster. But that would go for Vegeta as well. Another shaky breath. "Come on girl, you got this. We're two sane grown-ups who just want to have some shameless adult fun. Nothing to worry about." Laughing at her own joke, Bulma fluffed up her long, loose hair. "What could possibly go wrong?" Her brain immediately presented her with a long list of plausible scenarios answering that particular question. Satisfied with her appearance, she turned away from the mirror. There was something terribly arousing about the idea that she was about to do something that nobody would ever approve of. Fortunately no one will ever need to know about their clandestine adventure. Her parents were still away on their holiday, so the living quarters were deserted, and Vegeta didn't have anyone to blab to. All she needed to do was keep her own mouth shut. Simple enough, right? The brazen bluenette put on her wraparound and left her bedroom, making her way over to his. I can't believe I'm about to fuck Vegeta of all people. Oh well, some dirty little fun has never harmed me before.

*Click* The handle of Vegeta's bedroom sprung to life. The saiyan prince rolled onto his back and folded his arms behind his head. He peeked at his alarm clock: 0:00. A lewd grin formed on his lips as the gift-wrapped human woman strutted over to his bed. Look who we have here.

Without any visible sign of hesitation, Bulma switched on the light on his nightstand, crawled onto his lap and straddled his hips. She put her hands on her waist and challenged him with blue eyes radiating lust and burning desire. Cunningly drawing his attention towards her face and away from her racing heart betraying suppressed uncertainty.

Vegeta reciprocated, locking his black eyes onto her bright ones, instantly seeing through her pathetic diversion. Brave woman. A little nervous too. He chuckled internally. I can work with that. He reached out and cupped her chin, tilting her head slightly as though he was inspecting it. "Couldn't resist the temptation, Bulma?"

She tried to slap his hand away. "Good evening to you too, Vegeta."

He cocked an eyebrow at her pointless attempt at violence. "Feisty little thing, aren't you?"

"You have no idea." Returning his persistent grin, she slowly untied the knot of her bathrobe, giving him a peek at what was hidden underneath.

The prince subconsciously wet his lips as he caught a glimpse. Nice.

Itching to get started, Bulma tried to close the distance between them, but was promptly stopped by Vegeta's unyielding grip on her jaw.

He chuckled at her scowl. "Eager, are we?"

The scientist rolled her eyes. "Just get on with it, Vegeta. I saw your expression when I undid my sash, I know you can't wait to get a piece of me. Do you really want to drag this out?"

"Maybe. I can be unpredictable and my self-control is unmatched."

Bulma laughed out loud. "Wow! Let's test that, shall we?" Confidently replacing her frown with a smug smile, she put her hands on his chest and pressed her weight down. She began moving her hips. Grinding her crotch on his boxers, she traced the contours of his balls and half-hard penis with her sex. Taking her sweet time teasing him with warmth and pressure as she meandered her way to his sensitive tip. She paused. Taunting him by hovering over his crown, she lifted a presumptuous eyebrow. Anticipating pleasurable attention, Vegeta's cock twitched within its confines, lightly tapping her groin. The bluenette flashed him a triumphant grin. "Who's eager now, mister self-control?"

"Tch, vulgar woman."

Widening her grin, Bulma retorted. "Do I need to remind you who invited who to their bedroom?"

"Don't get too full of yourself. I barely felt that. Try harder." Vegeta released her chin and re-folded his arms behind his head.

"You're bluffing."

"Who knows? It seems like you're having fun at least." He closed his eyes, emphasizing his indifference.

Slightly insulted, Bulma glared at the stubborn warrior underneath her. Cocky bastard. I'll make him regret his attitude. She shrugged her shoulders, allowing her robe to glide off her body and leaving her in nothing but a navy blue push-up bra and matching g-string. Cupping her own breasts, she began tracing circles on them with her nails. Purposely moaning softly as she teased herself, hardening her nipples under the smooth fabric.

Vegeta lazily opened one eye to see what she was up to. Hmpf, not bad.

Bulma inwardly chuckled. Even 'saiyan elites' aren't immune to the charm of my tits. Her grin slowly reappeared. This is going to be fun. Happy to entertain her spectator, she sucked her index finger into her mouth. Visibly wetting the digit with her tongue, she gave him a detailed impression of a slow, deep blowjob.

Vegeta swallowed a soft groan. Blinking his other eye open as well to watch the tantalizing scene on top of him. Getting very horny, very fast, maintaining his stoïc facade was getting more and more difficult. He moved the tip of his tongue over his lips. Hmmm, not bad at all! Ditching his act, he happily gave in to his lust.

Noticing the shift in his state of mind, Bulma acknowledged it by gyrating her hips once more. "I can feel you're hard for me, tough guy." A stray, human finger traced the outlines of his pec, playing with his nipple. "Now be a good boy and take off your shirt and undies and I'll show you some of the other things I can do with this vulgar mouth of mine."

Suddenly, faster than her eyes could see, Vegeta sat up, grabbed her long blue hair by its roots and pulled, dipping her head back slightly. He chuckled. "I like playing games with the women I fuck."

Bulma shrieked. "Hey! What are you doing!? Let go of me, jerk!" Reaching for his hand, she yanked on it. The warrior obviously didn't budge, so she changed tactics and tried tugging at his shirt. "I said, let go of me! This isn't fair!"

Vegeta laughed at the pitiful display. "It is to me." He released his grip and leaned back on his elbows.

Bulma shook her head to regain her bearings and crossed her arms below her bra in defiance. "I came to you for sex, buddy, not to get manhandled!"

Vegeta scoffed. "Aren't those the same things?"

"I don't know what stupid shit you did back in space, but that's not how we do foreplay here on Earth!"

Vegeta tilted his head slightly and slowly reached out to her bra-strap. Leisurely tracing it down from her shoulder to her chest with the tips of his fingers. Making multiple stops along the way to tug on it and feast his eyes on her jiggling breast. "Shame." He continued his journey across the tops of her cups, barely touching the plump part of her tits as he inched towards her other strap, leaving goosebumps on her skin in his wake. "I'm unfamiliar with the idiots you've fucked before. Well, apart from one." He smirked. "But you've clearly never gotten 'manhandled' by a real man, have you now?"

"Bad move to insult my choice in men, Vegeta, because you clearly fall into that category as well. You talk tough, but I have yet to see you back up your confidence, bud."

The prince's smirk grew into a wicked smile at her insult. "I'm nothing like the pathetic weaklings this planet has to offer. Uncross your arms girl, I want to undress you further."

"No."

"Yes."

"I'm not a girl, bastard."

"Do it, woman."

"Screw you!"

"Exactly."

"If you want any of this..." She gestured at her body and teasingly plucked at her lingerie. "You're going to have to play by my rules."

Vegeta shifted his gaze from her breasts to her eyes and burst out into a fit of laughter. "Damn, you really are a feisty piece of work, aren't you?" He gave an audible purr. "I like that. However..." The warrior grabbed her shoulders and pushed her down until her back hit the sheets. Untangling their legs, he crawled on top of her, taking his turn to straddle the other's hips. He palmed the sides of her face and continued. "I refuse to pleasure a woman who's going to fight me for control the whole blasted time, so here's the deal, Bulma. You're either going to submit to me, or there's the fucking door." He nodded towards the entryway. "Pick one, but choose wisely, because I won't give you another chance. Understand, woman?"

Momentarily frozen, Bulma stared at him in confusion as her overly complex science-brain tried to process his surprisingly simple words.

Picking up on her puzzlement, the prince touched his nose to hers and whispered to her mouth. "You're a woman. It's your job to surrender, beg for it and scream."

Her eyes went wide. "What!?"

Vegeta released her face and lowered his lips until they were next to her ear. "Just relax and enjoy the ride I can give you, I got this." He grabbed her wrist and placed his thumb in her palm. "I know what I'm doing and I promise I won't hurt you." He inwardly rolled his eyes. Are humans really this stupid? Impossible, there's so damn many of these idiots! He sighed and proceeded in his regular voice. "Just trust me, Bulma."

The scientist shuddered. Uncertainty tightened her throat at the thought of fully surrendering control, especially to Vegeta. She had experimented with dynamics like this before, but not to the extent her current lover is demanding from her. "I know what I'm doing and I promise I won't hurt you." His words repeated themselves in her head like a mantra, sprouting curiosity within her. Curiosity which battled her doubt as the villainous man hovered over her. Silently awaiting her answer while tempting her with the promise of exceptional sexual skills bringing her unimaginable pleasure. She closed her fingers around his thumb and turned her head, fanning his cheek with her breath. "Ok. If this is the horse that you're offering, I'm willing to take a ride."

"Good." Vegeta had no idea what a horse was, but ok was all he needed to hear. He had expected the stubborn scientist to put up some sort of fight and prided himself for getting her in line so quickly. Moving his head so that their lips lined up, he cupped her cheek with his palm, forcing her gaze to meet his own. Without a word, he shifted his hips, rubbing his erection against her body. "Let's play then, shall we?"

Bulma released a shaky breath as she felt his clothed hard-on against her soft stomach. She reached for her face and covered his hand with her own, enticing him with a libidinous smile. "Then show me what you got, your highness."

"Bulma, listen to me. Tomorrow, this night has never happened. Do you understand?"

Bulma snorted. "Vegeta, I'm so horny I have to resist the urge to grind the fucking walls of my office. Every. Single. Day. As long as you can get me off good, no one will be none the wiser and we can both go on with our business as usual."

"Perfect, I'm glad we're clear on that." Stroking her cheek once, he lowered his head, flashing her one last cocky grin before hooding his eyes and finally closing the distance between them…

Vegeta pressed his mouth to Bulma's lips. Setting a lazy, comfortable pace, he began exploring them with his own. Dancing between pressing them together, lightly rubbing them from side to side and gentle sucking. Leisurely feasting on the plump rims of her mouth and unfamiliar flavor while enjoying the delightful, tingling sensation moving from his lips, down his spine, all the way into the engorged head of his stiff penis.

"Fuck, Vegeta..." Bulma whimpered as she came up for air. Wrapping her free arm around his neck, she fisted his mane, inviting him to press deeper into their kiss. The warrior answered by opening his mouth. Using his tongue to part her lips, he began licking her teeth, assertively demanding access. She let him in without protest. Smiling triumphantly, Vegeta delved into her mouth with enthusiasm and confidence. Skillfully using the hand on her cheek to move her head in rhythm with his tongue, silently reminding her who was in charge of their delectable dance.

Bulma slowly removed her hand from his. Trailing her fingertips over his wrist and the defined muscles of his arm. Sneaking them past his shoulder blade and down his back until she reached her destination. She squeezed his ass, attempting to press him closer as she ground on his erection. The saiyan chuckled and pulled away from their kiss instead, earning himself a disapproving huff from the desperate scientist. He looked at her through half-lidded eyes, taking in the sight of the ballsy woman flushed and panting underneath him, silently admiring the result of his efforts.

Bulma licked her lips. Her indignation already forgotten as she savored the unique taste of the saiyan's saliva. "Damn Vegeta, you are a good kisser."

A small smile formed on his wet lips. "I am. That ridiculous dream of yours wasn't all nonsense."

She giggled. If he kisses this good, I can't wait to find out what he's capable of with his other, more interesting, body parts. "What about you, huh? Did you enjoy it too?"

"Hmm, I don't know." He ghosted his mouth over hers. "I'm going to need a bigger sample size before I can answer that question." Slowly prying the tip of his tongue in between her lips, Vegeta pressed it against her teeth. Bulma let him in immediately, more than happy to provide him with another specimen for his research.

The hand on Bulma's cheek abandoned its place and snuck down towards her chest, teasing the full part of her breast with featherlight touches as it searched for the rim of her bra. Once located, Vegeta slipped one finger inside and pulled it down, hooking it underneath her exposed breast. Without hesitation he greedily palmed her mount, groaning into their kiss as he appreciated the soft and plump sensation filling up his hand. Not many things in the universe beat a nice pair of tits to play with. Regretfully alleviating his gluttonous grip, he trailed the tips of his fingers over her breast. Tracing them from her ribcage up towards her nipple, lightly teasing the sensitive top with every passing stroke until it was hard under his touch.

The prince broke off their kiss again and returned to his upright position. He licked his lips in an overly dramatic fashion. "Hmm not bad. I'd almost say you humans are delicious." Bulma smirked at the horny saiyan above her. Ignoring her smug smile, Vegeta dropped his gaze to her tits. "Hands above your head." He ordered. She readily obeyed, knowing that her breasts look even better that way.

He reached out and locked both of her wrists in his palm, pinning them to the bed. A little startled, Bulma grumbled in protest. Paying no heed to her objection, Vegeta seized her covered breast with his free hand and began feeling it up. Scooting his hips back a little, he moved his mouth towards her clothed nipple. Fanning it with his breath before hungrily biting down on it, wetting the fabric with his saliva. Involuntary whimpers escaped from the scientist's throat as the saiyan deftly used his teeth and tongue to tease her pearl. He growled. "I like your tits, Bulma. They're big." Lapping at her sternum, he moved to suck on her exposed breast. "And taste even better than your vulgar mouth."

Bulma laughed. "Damn right, they're fucking amazing!" He bit down firmly, punishing her cheekiness. "Hmm, that's good, Vegeta!" She pushed her chest up into his ministrations, silently pleading for more.

Roguishly switching between her breasts, Vegeta worked them into submission. Cleverly using the difference in sensation to his advantage to drive the cheeky human wild with anticipation. Writing and groaning, skin flushed, chest heaving, nipples stiff and soaking wet with spit. The prince didn't stop until her moans quieted down and her pearls were perfectly numb. He sat up again, released her wrists and moved his hips closer to her face. Towering over her, he presented Bulma with a front-row seat to his crotch.

Eager to touch bare skin, she tugged on his shirt, silently telling him she wanted the offending garment removed.

Vegeta snorted. "Who wants a piece of who now, huh?" Sporting a cocky smile, he reached his arms overhead and grabbed the back of his shirt. Slowly pulling it up over his head, he revealed his scarred, chiseled torso to the bluenette. Left in just his boxers, he carelessly discarded his top on the floor next to his bed. Then, unexpectedly, he closed his eyes, threw his head back and released a long, throaty groan.

Bulma looked up at him. What's he doing?

As if trapped in his own little world, the proud warrior placed both of his palms on his collarbones and, ever so slowly, began gliding them down the front of his body. Purposefully flexing and relaxing his pectoral and abdominal muscles as he dragged his own hands over them. His chest expanding with every deep inhale, his stomach pulling in as he breathed out. Shamelessly showing off his perfect physique to the scientist, relishing the short break before he had to resume working on his woman.

Speechless, Bulma gaped at the display on top of her. This is a dream, it has to be!

Nearing the end of their journey, Vegeta's fingers eventually reached his hips. He lazily traced the dents of his obliques with their tips before planting his palms on his waist. Exhaling strongly, he lifted his head back up, opened his eyes and drummed his digits. "What are you waiting for, Bulma? I know you like staring at the bulge in my pants, so have at it."

A slight pang of disappointment filled her chest when his rousing show of self-indulgence came to an end. However, she was very much looking forward to the next topic. Gluing her eyes to Vegeta's clothed erection, Bulma grinned. "Was it that obvious?"

"Yes."

"So were the outlines of your penis in your skintight pants, Vegeta. It leaves just enough to the imagination." A guilty chuckle escaped his throat. Her eyebrows rose. He was aware of that! Vulgar bastard. She clicked her tongue and smirked. "But you're right. I can't wait to see what you're hiding in there, tough guy." Reaching out, she began feeling up his genitals through the fabric of his underwear, familiarizing herself with their shape, size and weight. Ready to finally sate her curiosity, she grabbed the front of his boxers and carefully pulled them down, taking in the sight as the saiyan's erection sprang free, proudly revealing itself to her hungry eyes. Fuck yes! Alien cock, let's go!

Taking her sweet time, Bulma studied Vegeta's rigid member with lascivious curiosity. Pleasing to the eye, it suited him well. Sitting comfortably on the high side of average in length with a girthy base rooted in pitch black pubes. His shaft was somewhat tapered and crowned with a pronounced tip. Her eyes roamed the distinct veins adorning the body of his cock and settled on his slit. Watching it attentively as a droplet of precum slowly appeared from it, anticipating her touch with enthusiasm.

Vegeta chuckled. "That's right. And I happen to be very skilled at using it."

Bulma reluctantly removed her gaze from his prick to look him in the eyes. Nothing gets past this guy, does it? The prince was clearly very happy with his equipment. Confidently showing her the most fragile and private part of himself whilst sporting that infuriating cocky smile of his. She gave a small huff. Unbelievable.

Vegeta pried his underwear from her fingers and hooked it underneath his sack, luring her stare back to his crotch. He put his opposite thumbs and index fingers together to form a diamond shape around his rigid cock, framing it like an expensive piece of art.

Bulma's heart skipped a beat as she ogled the display. There was something terribly erotic about the way the proud man used his hands to emphasize his own erection. I can't believe this is actually happening. One touch and I'll burst! When she was getting ready for this evening she didn't know what to expect, but her current reality topped all of her wildest dreams and they have yet to do anything serious. She bit her bottom lip. To hell with it. Time to dance with the devil. Slowly reaching out, Bulma embraced Vegeta's penis with both hands.

Covering as much of his cock as she could, she began sliding his foreskin over his tip, tracing her thumbs over his hole to collect his precum and lube up his crown and frenulum. Bulma peeked at Vegeta's face. He was glancing down through half-lidded eyes, absorbed by the sight of her skillful hands massaging his hard-on. His breaths were shallow, passing rapidly through his parted lips. Her houseguest was clearly taking pleasure from her work. Bulma smiled triumphantly. She brought one of her palms to her mouth and generously spat in it, using her saliva to wet his prick further. Teasing him with unbearably slow pumps, she purposefully lingered on his sensitive crown, earning a huff from the saiyan prince every time she pampered it with warmth and wetness. Suddenly, she smugly increased the pressure, firmly squeezing his tip as she stroked it. "H-HA…!" Vegeta jerked in response, internally cursing his treacherous throat. Hmpf, dammit! Vulgar human certainly knows how to work a cock. Convinced by her expertise, he sighed and dunked his head back, allowing her to pleasure him freely for a while.

Eventually, Vegeta became restless. Craving more stimulation, he widened his knees and started bucking his hips into her touch. Fondling his testicles with his idle fingers as he shamelessly fucked her hands. Bulma grinned at his impatience. She solidified her grip and sped up to meet him. Vigorously rubbing his soaked tip, she gleefully jerked him off. NO! Alarmed, Vegeta promptly straightened himself. Having bigger plans for the night than blowing his load in her palms, he grabbed her pumping wrists and stilled them. "That's… enough for now."

He got off the bed, stepped out of his boxers and walked to the center of the modest bedroom. Bulma eyed up the nude saiyan. His sculpted body was gracefully accentuated by the dim light while his erection eagerly pointed at her. Vegeta beckoned her to join him.

She sat up, undid the clasp of her awkwardly positioned bra and removed the uncomfortable garment. Crawling off the bed, the hostess walked over to her houseguest. Vegeta palmed the sides of her face and pulled her in for another deep kiss. Bulma hummed in approval. She wrapped her arms around his neck and reciprocated, fervently battling his invading tongue with her own. Chest to chest, belly to belly, hip to hip, each melting into the other's naked body. Their huffs and moans the sole sounds resonating off the compound's walls, hungrily anticipating the inevitable next step of their surreptitious union.

Very slowly, Vegeta trailed his hands down Bulma's slender physique. Touching her neck, her shoulders, the sides of her hips, until he reached her buttocks. Briefly massaging her firm ass, he removed his lips from hers and effortlessly lifted her off the floor, encouraging her to wrap her legs around his narrow waist. Supporting her with one hand, he grabbed his shaft with the other. The saiyan nimbly pulled the strip of silk to the side and guided his tip between her labia. Sliding it along her vulva and over her clit, coating both of them in her natural lubricant.

Squirming at the anticipated penetration, Bulma pleaded. "Please… Vegeta..."

The prince smirked in triumph. After submitting to him nicely, the spunky scientist was now begging him for it as well. Good to know I still got it. All that's left now is to make her scream. His smile shifted from victorious to mischievous. With a playful growl, he leaned down and latched his mouth onto one of her breasts. "Please what? You'll have to be more specific." He mumbled with his mouth full.

Bulma finally managed to wiggle her entrance over his tip and tried to sink her weight down.

Vegeta grinned against her skin, easily preventing her from getting what she wanted.

Growling in objection, the bluenette slammed her fists on his back. "Just ram it in and fuck me, you insufferable jerk!"

Still sucking, he chuckled. "Why would I? I'm enjoying myself just fine."

"Well I'm not!"

Vegeta released his mouth. "I warned you, I enjoy playing games with the women I fuck." He flicked her nipple with the tip of his tongue. "Say please and tell me what you want me to do."

"I already did!"

"That was either too vague or too rude. I want to hear you beg for my cock."

"FUCK YOU!" Not having any of that, Bulma fisted his hair with both hands and pressed her breast into his face, attempting to suffocate him with it.

Gleefully sucking it back into his mouth, he mumbled. "Only if you say please. Let's hear it, I know you can do it." Smiling from ear to ear, Vegeta teasingly pushed his tip in, giving her a taste of what was to come.

Bulma's breath caught in her throat. Finally! But, much to her indignation, she felt his knuckles instead of his shaft. Backing off to scowl at the cocky saiyan, she readied herself to give him another lash of her sharp tongue. Vegeta lifted his gaze to meet her glare, more than happy to take another verbal beating from the combative bluenette. Suddenly, a cascade of cuteness crashed down on Bulma. She momentarily froze. Oh my gosh! This can't be real! Squealing, her frown turned into an exaggerated pout. The fierce saiyan warrior looked uncharacteristically adorable. Gazing up at her with doe eyes as he sucked on her breast with an innocent grin plastered on his unusually giddy face. NO. WAY. Where's the camera when you need one!? Nobody is ever going to believe me! The endearing sight gave her an idea and her pout morphed into a sly smile. So he likes to play games huh? How about I give him a taste of his own medicine. Tilting her head, the cheeky scientist teased with a child-like voice. "Aww look at you. It looks like the big bad saiyan secretly likes titties. Who would have thought? The 'great prince Vegeta' getting off on my amazing human boobies." She jiggled her breasts in his face, emphasizing her point.

Vegeta's smile disappeared. Raising a questioning eyebrow, he removed his mouth from his new favorite toy. Then, without warning, he lowered her hips, roughly impaling her on the full length of his cock.

"AH!... FUCK!"

"You were saying, woman?"

Releasing a high-pitched shriek, Bulma dug her nails into his back and buried her face in his neck. Desperately breathing through flared nostrils.

"I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch that. Care to repeat that for me?"

She held on tight, squeezing her arms and legs around his body, stifling her groans and curses against his skin as she slowly adjusted to the sudden penetration.

Maintaining their intimate embrace, Vegeta began pumping his hips. Leisurely bouncing her up and down as his thrusts meet her descent. The position didn't grant him much flexibility, but it was perfect to alleviate her tension and get her warmed up for the fun part.

When her breath evened out and her walls began to relax, he walked them back to the bed and climbed on. He scooted towards the center and laid the both of them down with Bulma on her back. Careful to keep his cock buried inside her body, he assumed a push-up position over the splayed scientist and continued working the muscles of his back and hips. Tracing various patterns with his penis and pubic bone, he explored her sensitive areas. Paying close attention to her expressions, subtle sounds and body language, taking mental notes of the spots that give her pleasure and the ones she doesn't respond to. Lucky me. Looks like she might be an easy one. Concluding his investigation, Vegeta lowered down and hugged her close. Pressing his body firmly against her clit, he began undulating his hips into hers, grinding against her sex without breaking contact.

Bulma joined him on their intimate dance, moving her lower body in unison with his. She reached around. Kneading his strong neck, defined back and tight ass with greedy hands, grabbing and squeezing him wherever she could, feeling his muscles move under his skin as he worked to pleasure both of them. Gosh, I missed having a willing man on top of me.

Vegeta closed his eyes and buried his face in her neck. He released a long drawn-out sigh. His life had changed drastically ever since he got wished to Earth. Too preoccupied with adapting to his new reality and dealing with unjust frustration, he had missed unwinding by folding a woman around his invading prick. As a traveling soldier he was used to going longer periods of time without access to a female partner. The planets he "visited" housed various species and not all of them sexed the way he did, if they even fucked at all. However, three years of forced abstinence was lengthy, even by his standards. Vegeta released another relaxing sigh, enjoying the fact he had a gorgeous woman writing underneath him again. Hmpf, I needed this…

Pressing back up, Vegeta pulled out and rose to his knees. Bulma opened her eyes, taking in the sight of her forbidden lover above her. The saiyan's skin was flushed, breathing heavy as beads of sweat rolled down his chest and temples. His privates were soaked and she could see his pulse throbbing on the plain of his flat stomach. He roused her from her daydream. "That's enough dawdling, time to get serious." Drawing circles in the air with his index-finger, he motioned to her to transition. "Turn around, get on all fours and show me your cunt."

The scientist did as he ordered, eager to find out what he meant by getting serious as she was already thoroughly enjoying herself. She yelped in surprise as he answered her question. Spit-slicked fingers found her clitoral hood. Fondling it from behind, he grabbed the root of her bud and massaged it gently, feeling it twitch under his touch. Spreading the top of her folds with one hand to expose her clit, he began rubbing it in large, lazy circles with the other. Collecting her natural lubricant from her vagina, he steadily increased the pace and pressure until she mewled in pleasure, maintaining the pace for a while.

With her clit wet, hard and swollen, he deftly located her sweet spot slightly off-center from the top and pressed a fingertip against it, rubbing it ever so lightly. Bulma's breath hitched in her throat. "F-fuck…" She eagerly spread her legs a little wider, giving him better access. However, instead of continuing his ministrations, Vegeta grabbed her ass and started playing with the fabric of her tanga. He chuckled. "You like it when I rub your clit there, don't you, girl?"

"I thought we agreed on woman instead of girl, Vegeta." Bulma's quick wit immediately shot back.

Ignoring her attempt at pointing out their earlier negotiation, he continued pushing his own agenda. "We need to work on that attitude of yours. I want you to answer me with 'yes, sir' from now on. Understood?"

"WHA-!?... OW!" Her eyes went wide in shock. Something sharp had collided with her buttock. Did he just spank me!? She looked over her shoulder at the grinning alien.

"Let's try that again." He cleared his throat. "You like it when I rub your clit there, don't you, girl?"

Bulma stared daggers at Vegeta. Well fuck this guy. Who does he think he is? "Are you kidding me!?"

The saiyan pulled on her g-string, rubbing it against her clit. "No." Returning the eye contact, he released her tanga. "Do you want me to give you an orgasm?"

Bulma narrowed her eyes, attempting to stare the saiyan down. Jerk.

Ignoring her challenging leer, Vegeta nudged his tip at her entrance.

She moaned. Crap, I need this!

He lifted an eyebrow, perversely coercing her into doing his bidding. "One more time." He pressed his crown against her cunt a bit firmer and snuck one finger to her bud, lightly teasing her sweet spot again. "You like it when I rub your clit here, don't you, girl?"

Torn between ego and pleasure, the genius groaned in exasperation. Urg fiiine! Have it your way. Stupid saiyan. She rolled her eyes, swallowed her pride and relented. "Yes I do, sir."

Happy with his victory, Vegeta smiled. "And do you want me to give you an orgasm?"

"Yes I do, sir." She flashed him a cheeky, indifferent grin, showing him that this was only a temporary agreement. He has no idea he just ordered himself dry toast for breakfast for the next two weeks.

"Then be a good girl and do as I say, understand?"

"Yes, I understand, sir-AAAAH!"

Before she could finish her sentence, Vegeta's cock filled her up again. FUCK YES! Bulma fisted the sheets and locked her elbows, bracing herself for some wild, high-speed action…! Which didn't come... Instead, the smug saiyan prince set a slow, deliberate pace. Pulling out to just his tip, pausing, and then, thoughtfully, pushing back in again, stopping just short of her cervix. Bulma frowned. Erm… huh?

"Close your legs and cross your ankles."

A little lost, she did as he ordered and he continued his calculated strokes. "Oh… wow! That's so good, Vegeta!"

He gave a nonchalant chuckle. "Yes, I know."

Bulma slowly relaxed, expelling a deep, throaty moan with every stroke he gave her, delighting in the unexpected pleasure.

"Good, that's it." Palming her waist, Vegeta kept her steady as he worked her with intent. Focussing on his rhythm and angle while indulging in the irresistible view of his shaft disappearing inside her body. He smiled. What a delicious little cunt. Seems like these idiot humans have some uses after all.

After a few minutes of wordless pleasure, Vegeta spoke. "Bulma, listen to me. I want you to do something."

"Uh-huh."

"I want you to close your eyes and focus on the tip of my cock."

"Uh-huh."

"And follow its movement in your cunt."

"Ye-yes sir."

Screwing her eyes shut, the scientist focused on the large, soft head crowning his shaft. Following the pattern of changing pressure it created around her entrance and within her folds. Ha... N-no way! She tightened her walls around him, increasing their pleasure further.

"Keep your eyes closed and shift your focus to the underside of my cock."

"Yes s-sir." Bulma slurred.

"Can you do that for me, Bulma?"

"Yes sir…"

"Good. Can you feel it rubbing against that pleasurable spot of yours?"

"Oh Kami yes…!"

"Excellent." Vegeta looked over his shoulder, eyeing the curtains covering the balcony doors next to his bed. He grinned. Reaching out with one hand, he grabbed the back of her head and twirled his wrist to gather her blue waves into a ponytail before seizing it by its roots. He sped up his hips a little and used his free hand to create a gust, cunningly drowning out the scraping noise of the curtain rails with her intensifying moans. "Are you ready to orgasm, girl?"

Bulma whimpered, trying to nod under his grip.

"I said, are you ready to orgasm, girl!?"

"AH…! Yes sir!"

Vegeta rotated her head, forcing her to face the balcony. He chuckled. "Then open your eyes and enjoy the fucking show, Bulma."

As the bluenette fluttered her eyelids, her breath caught in her throat. She stiffened… WHAT THE…!? Eyes wide in disbelief, she took in the pornographic display next to her. That filthy bastard!

That's her, reflected in the glass of the exposed balcony doors. Brazen Bulma Briefs on all-fours, bent over for the wicked saiyan prince, begging him for pleasure. And him, prince Vegeta, behind her on his knees, fucking her with a depraved smile adorning his lecherous lips. With long blue hair tangled around his fingers, he controlled her gaze with his strong hand and her pleasure with his sinful cock. Sweat dripping from their bodies, shimmers of slick coating their thighs. Vegeta's erection visibly plunging into her welcoming cunt with long, slow strokes, over, and over, and over again. Making her tits bounce with every deliberate step of their carnal dance.

Blood rushed to her face, her breath ragged as she raced towards her peak, struggling to keep her eyes open to watch herself getting penetrated by the powerful warrior. Her features contorted, her moans intensified, the tips of his fingers dug into her ass. Adding more force with his hips, Vegeta embellished the erotic show by groaning every time he entered her body with his own.

Bulma helplessly stood at the edge of the cliff of orgasm, staring down into the abyss called blissful release. Just a little more… "Vegeta! Please…"

Her gaze shifted from the saiyan's pumping prick to his face, begging him for more with bright blue eyes. Sporting his arrogant grin, Vegeta returned her stare. He chuckled. Teasingly slow, he licked his lips, winked and gave her a firm spank on her ass to top it off. Solidifying his grip on her hair, he commanded in a low, husky voice. "Grab my cock with your cunt, Bulma." Tightly clawing the cheek he just spanked. "And scream my name when you cum." He sped up, pushing his rock-hard tool in as deep as he could, finally fucking her in earnest, giving her what she needed. "Scream for me, Bulma. I want to hear you FUCKING SCREAM, GIRL!"

"Ve-ah, Ge-ah, T-AAAAAH…! The chanting of his name united with her moans as a long, loud shriek released from deep within her chest. Intense, toe-curling pleasure surged through her. Surrendering all control to the saiyan, Bulma came hard on the prince's cock. Desperately clamping down on his probing member, her arms gave out and she sagged onto the bed.

Vegeta chuckled in triumph as her body jerked in ecstasy. "There we go." He slowed down a little, allowing her to ride out her high. He grinned. Just as I expected, no manual work required. Easy woman.

Giggling like a giddy little girl, Bulma nibbled on the sheets as she tried to catch her breath. Wow… Alien cock let's go alright… Smiling like an idiot, she gave a big, satisfied exhale.

"Hmpf, don't be lazy. We're not done yet." Pulling on Bulma's makeshift ponytail, Vegeta guided her back on all fours. He untangled his digits from her hair and set a pace of strong, long thrusts, repeatedly ramming the crown of his cock into the sensitive spot around her cervix. He moved his hands to the tops of her shoulders to keep the dizzy scientist steady. Placing his palms loosely around her neck like a collar, he absently caressed her jugulars with his index fingers, inviting her to relax.

Comfortably holding on to her orgasmic haze, Bulma absently listened to the slapping of their sweat-soaked bodies. Relishing the sensation of Vegeta's cock filling her up to the brim, expertly stimulating her whole sex with every assertive thrust. Hmm… so… good… Huh? She frowned. Did he just chuckle? She shook it off. Whatever. Ignoring his apparent glee, she gazed at the glass doors. Bulma smiled. Enjoying the sight of watching herself getting thoroughly pounded by her houseguest.

Another chuckle. Vegeta drummed his fingers on Bulma's neck to get her attention, making eye contact in their reflection. "I wonder what all of your human friends would think if they saw us like this. You, bent over for me and taking my cock like an absolute queen." He wet his smiling lips with his tongue. "Maybe you should call over that Yamcha guy tomorrow and tell him how much you enjoyed getting plowed by me."

Bulma snickered at his naughty suggestion. "Nobody... will ever know... Vegeta. Unless... you disclose… our dirty little secret."

He barked out a laugh. "I wouldn't mind telling everyone the proud, independent Bulma begged me for sex."

"Really?" She pulled a smug face in their reflection, calling his bluff. "What about your… precious pride… buddy?"

He growled, using his fingers to turn her cheeky face away from the doors. "Tch, I won't tolerate this insolent behavior from you. Apologize."

"FUCK YOU!"

Vegeta chuckled at her brazen response. "Working on it."

Content with her 'apology', he paused to change their position slightly. "Widen your stance." He released her neck and placed his hands on her ass, allowing her room to move. Bulma lowered onto her elbows and spread her knees. He took his place in between them and continued thrusting in silence, shoving his crown into her g-spot with a comfortable, steady rhythm. The warrior sighed in contentment, enraptured by the pleasure her tight wet hole offered him. So damn good, I could get used to her.

Bulma's face contorted as the new sensation assaulted her senses. Wow… He didn't lie when he said he was skilled with his prick… With her first orgasm behind her, her inhibitions had left the building. Fully trusting Vegeta's expertise, she happily surrendered to his work.

Serenity filled the musky room. Two brilliant minds barely clinging to reality as they indulge in the other's sex. No talk and no distractions, just the paradoxical silent cacophony of moans and groans embellished with the lyrics of their bodies repeatedly connecting.

Until desperation eventually broke the silence…

"Harder, Vegeta! Please…!"

The prince answered her plea, increasing the force behind his thrusts. He smirked. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. You're going to orgasm again, aren't you? Vulgar girl."

"YES! Keep fucking going!"

He dug his fingers into her hips. "Maybe I will, maybe I won't. Just keep begging."

"Ah! RIGHT THERE!"

Switching his gaze between his cock and their reflection, Vegeta's smile widened, grinning from ear to ear. Unbelievable! I should have invited her sooner. This spunky bitch is one hell of a fuck!

"OH KAMI!" Bulma stiffened. "...Vegeta!..." She squealed.

The saiyan purred as she spasmed again, shortly followed by another tiny orgasm. "Well well. Would you look at that." Tongue resting in the corner of his mouth, he didn't let up and kept snapping his hips to hers. Stacking small wave of pleasure after small wave of pleasure, masterfully stringing her surges of ecstasy together as he stubbornly maintained his rhythm. "That's it! Keep screaming, girl!"

Bulma cried out incoherently. "Please, please, please… KEEP GOING!" Furiously fisting the sheets, she helplessly jolted under his unyielding grip. Eyes rolling back and brain completely void of any thoughts. "AAAH… DON'T STOP!" It was just her, Vegeta and his unrelenting cock hammering into her body. Pleading, begging for more, she greedily rode the chain of extraordinary pleasure as he set her nerves ablaze.

Overloaded with arousal, Vegeta's face contorted. Leering at the howling woman in front of him, he swallowed. Tch, I can't… blast it! Losing the battle against his prick's increasing demands for his own release, he reluctantly slowed down. Extending the bliss of the woman in front of him as long as he could with a few shallow pumps.

The scientist collapsed onto the bed with a long, throaty groan. Sweating, panting, drooling and delirious, she closed her eyes and smiled. Alien cock… Let's… go…

Grateful for the small break, Vegeta used the opportunity to cool off a little. Wiping the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand, he silently admired his work. That should shut her up for a while. Bulma stirred in front of him, attempting to press herself up. Vegeta chuckled. "My turn." Before she could react, he pulled out and threw himself on the sheets next to her.

She shook her head in confusion. "Hmpf, what?"

Reclining on his back, Vegeta held up his erection and nodded at it. "Hop on, girl. Time to take a ride."

Suddenly wide awake, Bulma's face lit up like a Christmas tree. OH HELL YES! She made her way over to his lap with clumsy enthusiasm and positioned herself to sit on his cock, ready to ride the absolute shit out of the cocky saiyan prince and return the favor. However, before she could lower herself down on him, he stopped her.

"Not like that, the other way." Drawing circles in the air with his free hand, Vegeta motioned to her to turn around.

Bulma raised her eyebrows and laughed. "Wow, we're going to do THAT, huh?" She managed to slur.

"We sure fucking are." With an obscene smile plastered on his face, he whisked his wrist again, repeating his gesture. Clearly very excited about what was to come.

Bulma smirked. Spicy little bastard. She turned around, hovered her entrance over his cock and spread her lips for him.

"Sit down, shut up and hand me the reins. If you start bouncing up and down, I'll snap your neck. Got it?"

"Yes sir, loud and clear!"

"Good." Vegeta grabbed her hip with his free hand and guided her down until they were fully connected again. Briefly closing his eyes, he groaned in pleasure, enjoying the new, blissful sensation surrounding his lower body.

Bulma glanced at their improvised mirror and snuck her digits to her clit. Shamelessly fingering herself to her own live porn movie which happened to feature two very handsome individuals. The saiyan ran his tongue over his teeth, taking a minute to watch her masturbate on his lap. Nice.

Eventually, Vegeta readjusted his focus. He grinned. "Enough of that." He sat up halfway, seized both of her wrists and locked them together on her lower back with one hand, hooking his pinky finger underneath the string of her tanga. "I said hand me the reins, remember?" Bulma whimpered in protest. "Don't worry, you're not going to need those little fingers of yours." Vegeta moved his lips to the back of her neck and whispered. "Enjoy the fucking ride, Bulma."

The prince spanked her ass once and lay back down. Placing his other hand back on her hip, he pressed down firmly, preventing her from unintentionally inducing her untimely death. He revved up, sliding her over the full length of his cock. No longer inhibited by the need to keep his own body in check, he set a brutal pace, forcefully pulling her towards him, chasing his own climax with resolve.

Bulma gawked at the glass doors. Drinking in the illicit view of the vicious saiyan working his arms to fuck her with vigor. Dear Kami! The strain of his upcoming release clearly visible on his warped features and sweat-slicked physique.

Pressing his head and shoulders into the bed, Vegeta pushed his hips up underneath her, purposely putting more pressure on her entrance and providing extra friction for her clit rubbing against his testicles. Huffing loudly, tension built up in his prick. From the corners of his half-lidded eyes, he watched himself ravage the feisty bluenette. Storing the delectable display of their forbidden dance deep inside his memory as his point of no return rapidly approached.

Enduring the final steps of his onslaught, Bulma stubbornly glued her eyes to Vegeta's face in their reflection. Determined to see his expression when he comes.

Despair surged through the saiyan prince. Hungrily speeding up his pulls, his cock grew to the max as he prepared for release. Unable to prolong his pleasure any longer, he screwed his eyes shut as his mind went blank. His walls came crashing down and he finally relinquished his control. "HA! YES!... GET READY! NNG!" Body rigid, face contorted, mouth agape… Overwhelmed by pure bliss and utter disbelief, Vegeta pushed in as deep as he could and released a long, powerful moan. Shuddering, he succumbed to his well-deserved, heavenly orgasm. Relishing the mind-blowing sensation of his cum rushing through his shaft and shooting out of his slit into the warm embrace of her body.

Bulma whimpered. Watching the proud warrior come undone as he released his seed for her had sent her over the edge one last time. Eagerly contracting around his spilling cock, she guided his cum deeper into her sex, riding out her final orgasm.

Vegeta released his hold on Bulma's wrists and relaxed back on the mattress. Basking in the aftermath of his fulfilling climax, he allowed the relief to drain him of his frustrations. All thoughts about super saiyan completely forgotten.

The bluenette rolled her shoulders before planting her palms on the saiyan's knees and resting her head down. Her mind cloudy and her whole body tingling with satisfaction, she hummed, savoring the amazing feeling of being filled by a man again.

After a few minutes of afterglow, Vegeta yawned. He rubbed his eyes, slowly coming back to his senses. Bulma was snoozing on his legs, snoring peacefully. He removed his flaccid penis from her vagina, causing his cum to drip out and pool onto his pubes. Urg, of course. He sat up, fisted his hair and scanned his surroundings. Blast, where did I put it?

Vegeta moving underneath her prompted Bulma to return to reality as well. She dismounted his lap, turned around and sat on her heels next to his legs. Her crimson face was decorated with a genuine smile, radiating gratitude for the amazing experience they just shared. She gave a soft, audible sigh. Something tells me this was a very special night.

Vegeta had successfully collected his discarded shirt and was using it to wipe his lower body somewhat clean. Bulma curiously eyed the saiyan's softening cock. It had a rosy after-sex glow and his slit was still leaking cum. When he turned to throw his spoiled top on the ground, the sneaky scientist bent down over his thighs and gently sucked on the tip of his limp member, drinking up his leftover release.

"Wha-? Hey!"

She giggled. "I couldn't resist getting a taste. You didn't give me an opportunity earlier."

He snorted. "You can leave now, we're done here."

Bulma's anger instinctively flared up, but was immediately quenched by the words Vegeta said to her yesterday "Just sex, nothing else". Easing off, she crossed her arms. "Jerk."

"Tch, I warned you. Now then, I kept my end of the deal. Time for you to keep yours." He hopped off the bed and walked to his bathroom. Unconcerned by his female audience, he left the door open and began peeing in plain sight.

Bulma exhaled, tapping her bicep as she muttered under her breath. "Fine. I don't want to risk catching feelings for you anyway." Unsure he even heard her over the sound of his stream, she crawled to the edge of the bed and carefully stepped off. Happy to have her feet back on solid ground, she put her g-string back in place and collected her sweat soaked wraparound and bra. The scientist glanced at the latter and smirked. Rearing her hand back, she threw the silk garment at the naked saiyan walking back towards her. He caught it without effort and cocked a questioning eyebrow. "Keep it, Vegeta. Consider it a souvenir." She gave him a playful wink. With that, she turned on her heels and strutted out of his bedroom. Craving a brief shower and the short night of sleep ahead of her.

Vegeta glanced at his alarm clock: 01:54. They'd been at it for nearly two hours. He examined her bra with a grin. "Crazy woman. She truly is as vulgar in her actions as she is in her words." He sniffed his well-earned trophy and put it away in the drawer of his nightstand. Reclining on a dry part of his bed, he stretched from head to foot and gave a big yawn. Unbothered to close the curtains, he fisted his sheets and tucked himself in. Welcoming his first good night's sleep since he landed on Earth years ago.

The saiyan prince smiled in contentment.

Worth it.

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You're welcome. ;-)