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Chapter 19- Bulma

This rock-hard chest against her back. This powerful hand in her hair. This incredibly soft and warm fur that caressed her leg. And that smile he had just displayed while looking straight in her eyes.

An arrogant, presumptuous smile. And full of innuendo.

Holy shit.

Vegeta was driving her crazy.

With his unpredictable moods. With his indecipherable desires. With his haughty and self-confident attitude. With all those magnificent muscles she craved.

And with that fucking smile.

Never had a man affected her this way. Never had she wanted someone so much... never had she wanted to be possessed by someone so much.

He held her prisoner. Physically. And mentally, too. It was impossible for her to free herself from his arms, and even less possible to get rid of this unbearable tension that was building within her as he looked at her.

Seeing him appear in the medical unit had perplexed her. The frustration of hearing him ask, or rather demand, that she redo his bandages had invaded her as soon as he had laid his dark, inquisitive eyes on her. But the feeling had quickly been supplanted by this electrifying sensation his presence provoked. No matter how angry she was with him for acting like a jerk the day before, no matter how much she told herself over and over again that he was just an imbecile, thirsty for control and power, she couldn't ignore this incomprehensible magnetism that animated each of her cells when it came to this man.

She wanted him to be near her. She wanted him to touch her. She wanted his body crushed against hers, his hands in her hair and on her wrists. She wanted to feel his sassy, pretentious lips on her skin.

And even though he had made it clear to her that he still wanted to control everything, Bulma had waited long enough, desired long enough. She couldn't take it anymore. She would let him do as he pleased. Because it was the only way to fulfill this irrational need, and because she simply couldn't do otherwise.

He had been observing her for a few seconds now. With his head held high, a satisfied smile on his lips, he was making her languish, taking advantage of the fact that she had just abandoned herself to him. But Bulma was not patient by nature, and above all, she also liked to be in control. And even though she was aware that physically, she could do absolutely nothing against such a powerful warrior, she knew how to go about attracting the beast.

Without taking her eyes off him, she tilted her head back to rest on his shoulder and expose her neck. She hoped he would understand the silent invitation and be tempted enough to finally put an end to this unbearable tension that was plaguing her.

The message was clear and her tactic worked. Vegeta's cocky smile faded. His black eyes darted towards what she was offering him. Bulma saw him observing with envy this part of her, that he was undoubtedly preparing to conquer.

He tilted his head, slowly. Bulma stopped breathing, excitedly anticipating this physical contact she was dying to see come to fruition. Then, finally, he placed his mouth on her skin. Just below her ear, once, for a long moment, and sticking out his tongue to taste her as much as possible. The young woman held her breath and closed her eyes, cutting herself off from any other external stimuli to make the most of the sensation. The caress was soft, warm and lazy, a beautiful contrast to the electrifying thrill that coursed through her body.

He then stood up and leaned down again to kiss her a second time in the exact same way, under the jaw. This time, the kiss drew a moan from her. The Saiyan also emitted a low growl in response to her complaint, content to feel her throat vibrate with pleasure under his tongue. He opened his mouth and curled his lips to scrape her skin with his sharp teeth. Even though she knew Vegeta's teeth were much more threatening than those of a Human, and that..

. the gesture reminded her of the intention of a predator preparing to bite its prey, the latter made sure to show just enough delicacy not to hurt her.

It was with the third kiss, in the crook of her neck, that Bulma finally lost control. As soon as she felt his hot lips crash into that spot, the shiver turned into a storm and her whole body was seized with an irrepressible tremor. Unable to stand alone on her legs, she completely abandoned herself and leaned against the Saiyan's solid body who, instinctively, supported her by tightening his embrace. The young woman's head, which was already partially resting on Vegeta's shoulder, tilted gently to the side to facilitate access. He didn't need more to understand the message she was sending him. Encouraged by her apparent receptivity, he kissed her with even more intensity, no doubt taking great pleasure in seeing her languish under his influence.

"Vegeta…" breathed Bulma dreamily as she felt him plant a fourth kiss near her collarbone.

She had imagined this moment so often over the past few days, her voice pronouncing his name with lust, that the moan came out on its own.

All that, that embrace, those caresses, those kisses… that possessiveness. It was too good.

Unfortunately, it was this same display of euphoria that put an end to the warrior's little game. In a split second, he removed his mouth from her body and Bulma felt him turn her around roughly. Vegeta's powerful hands, one buried in her hair and the other holding her wrists firmly behind her back, hadn't moved. But the warrior had made sure she was facing him so he could look at her in the eyes.

"Quiet." Vegeta said in a whisper, his irises filled with darkness. "We could get in trouble if others knew what I'm about to do to you."

She lingered on his lips, still damp from the kisses he had just given her. The muscles of his jaw were tense, further accentuating his knife-cut angularity. He wasn't much taller than she was, which allowed her to easily admire his dark, menacing and mysterious features.

Kami… he was so hot. So hot, it twisted her guts.

She was really going to need more. And quick.

The young woman smiled as the Saiyan's intentions quietly crept into her mind.

"And what exactly are you going to do to me, hum?" she asked, batting her eyelashes and feigning innocence.

She leaned against the palm he had buried in her hair and arched her back a little, intentionally making her boobs bulge in his direction. She was anything but innocent, and she fervently hoped that her seductive attitude would encourage him to continue what he had started.

"You're going to fuck me, right?" she added, looking him straight in the eyes, her body suddenly becoming feverish. "Well, what are you waiting for... I've been dreaming of you banging me for days."

She bit the inside of her lip, aroused by her own words. The thought of Vegeta pounding her fueled the tension in her lower abdomen. The warrior tightened his grip on her hair, his high cheekbones suddenly becoming pink.

Bulma smiled again, amused. It wasn't the first time she'd seen shyness on his face. The fact that a warrior of his rank, with such a dark appearance and such a ruthless reputation, could be so embarrassed by such non-threatening words was hard to understand.

"Vulgar woman." he retorted, showing his teeth. "Just…shut up."

Vegeta didn't need to repeat his order a second time. Without further ado, he leaned his head forward and personally ensured that no more words were spoken by crushing his lips on Bulma's, silencing her and her vulgarity.

The kiss, unlike the day before, was not hesitant. His mouth, confident, eager, began to move against the woman's with force. The hand gripping her hair grew firmer, and he pressed against the back of her neck to increase the pressure on their faces. Vegeta took a deep breath, his chest puffing out as if his whole body was devoted to kiss her.

Bulma welcomed him without any remorse. She parted her lips to let him put his tongue into her mouth and she kissed him back as eagerly as she was physically able to.

They had kissed twice in two days. And just like the first time, their meeting was marked by a passion never equaled. Their bodies, feverish against each other, could no longer take what their explosive and stubborn temperaments refused them. Vegeta should never have let his pride end yesterday's kiss. And Bulma should never have let him go. Ending it had left them both starving and it was as if the frenzied kiss they allowed themselves to resume was a reflection of their minds finally letting themselves feed on what they so desperately craved. Needed.

Because that's how it felt. A need. Being surrounded with the arms of this Saiyan was not only a desire, but a necessity. For her, at that moment, kissing, touching this man, this alien she barely knew, seemed like the only right thing to do. Despite the irritation he constantly inspired in her, despite their apparent differences and their divergent values, the woman let herself be carried away by the kiss as if it were inevitable, and nothing could be done otherwise.

In less than a few seconds, Bulma completely surrendered to Vegeta, capitulating to his desire for control.

Supported by his enormous arms, and completely at the mercy of his skillful tongue games, the young woman was quickly transported to heaven. The Saiyan's mouth was warm and soft against hers. His powerful body enveloped her wonderfully. His presence and confidence were reassuring. And Kami! He tasted good… So good, she could have easily drunk on him and never tasted anything else in her life. Compared to this kiss, anything Bulma put into her mouth from now on would have a bland and uninteresting aroma.

The kiss lasted several long minutes, gaining in intensity with each lips movement, with each breath, with each tongue twist. And quickly, this simple caress was no longer enough. They both needed more, and while kissing her, Vegeta pressed his body against Bulma's. Her legs barely supporting her, her gravity center suddenly shifted and she was forced to take a step backwards.

Then another. And another.

Vegeta continued to urge her back a few meters, until Bulma's butt bumped into something behind her. The young woman was thrown off balance, but the Saiyan stabilized her against him. Their mouths still united, he easily lifted her body to sit her on what she guessed was the medical bed.

Then he broke the kiss.

Bulma opened her eyes almost instantly. Unsatisfied that he was ending what should never have ended, she tried to kiss his lips again. But the hand Vegeta still had buried in her hair stopped her. She looked up at him, wondering why he had just taken away what she was dying to have. His black irises were already scrutinizing her with intensity, like two burning coals ready to ignite.

"Why did you stop…" she stammered, panting.

"Silence." he interrupted abruptly.

Bulma obeyed. Something in his imperious tone told her that she would gain nothing arguing. Vegeta obviously enjoyed being in control of the situation and he would only give her what she wanted if he chose to do so. It was better to avoid upsetting him, and hope that it wouldn't take too long before he decided to put into action what he had in mind.

Luckily for her and her hormones, the wait wasn't very long. With both of Vegeta's hands holding her hair and wrists, Bulma jumped when a gentle caress began to travel up her leg. She looked down and saw that it was the Saiyan's tail once again tracing its path across her body. Just like the first time, Bulma was amazed by the softness of the fur, and a shiver of excitement ran through her when he brushed the immaculate skin of her thigh, slowly moving up along it. The Saiyan took care to perfectly match her curves, the lascivious undulation provoking contradictory emotions.

Having been around Goku since she was a teenager, Bulma had often wondered what it would be like to touch a Saiyan's tail. Initially impressed by its strength and agility, she then understood that this part of his body was also a weakness that could easily be exploited. That's why her best friend had always made sure to keep it out of anyone's reach, thus taking away Bulma's possibility to satisfy her curiosity about the strange appendage.

As for Vegeta's tail, she had often found herself observing it when she took care of him, wondering if it was as sensitive as Goku's and if it also allowed him to transform into a huge, aggressive and uncontrollable monkey during full moon periods. She however had not dared to touch it or ask questions to her already easily irritable patient about it.

And then, there it was… against all odds, she could finally feel the long appendage sliding across her skin. But Vegeta was using it in a rather… unexpected way. Because until now, it had never crossed her mind that a Saiyan's tail could be the source of such a sensual caress.

And although the sensation seemed a little strange at first, it was also terribly exciting.

Hypnotized, Bulma carefully observed the tail lasciviously crawling over her skin, it's firm and agile grip gradually moving towards the inside of her thigh, before moving up her body to gently encircle her hip. She wanted to touch it in return, and she bit her lower lip, imagining the feeling of the soft fur under her fingers. But she knew Vegeta would probably never let her do it.

Instead, she let him conquer her body, the tip of his tail pressing against the top of her buttock to appreciate its rounded shape, as she looked up at him to see his face again.

Their eyes locked.

And… Oh shit.

Shit, shit, shit…

If there was still a semblance of lucidity left in Bulma, Vegeta had just made it disappear.

He looked at her straight in the eyes. His smoky irises were even darker than usual. He scrutinized her attentively, with an intensity that pierced her entire body. His features were serious, almost threatening. He seemed to be studying her carefully, his attention focused on her and her only. And even though Bulma trusted him, she immediately felt intimidated by this look, which oddly reminded her that of a predator observing its prey.

Eyes fixed on his, Bulma stopped breathing at the silent promise he was making to her. Vegeta would definitely make her fantasies come true, and he would make sure she would not regret giving consent.

Smitten by this amalgam of desire and anticipation, Bulma didn't immediately realize the subtle change happening behind her. Vegeta's tail, until then resting on her body, left her butt and wrapped firmly around her wrists. This maneuver allowed him to free one of his hands, and the young woman jumped when she felt strong fingers digging into the flesh of her thigh, just above her knee. The Saiyan remained motionless for a few seconds, letting her skin soak in the heat of his palm. His eyes still staring into her blue irises, he seemed to be searching for some reaction to guide his next action.

But Bulma, dizzy at the mere thought of him touching her, was nothing more than a feverish piece of flesh burning with desire for physical contact. Vegeta stood in front of her, his dark gaze hypnotizing, his muscles covered with bronze skin transpiring of sex, his body radiating heat, his hands holding on her… him, him, him... it was all her brain could process. With him all around her, it was simply impossible for her to speak, move, or even think.

Vegeta understood it easily. His hand, possessive, began to move up along her exposed thigh. His fingers, a little more ambitious, slipped timidly under her dress, before venturing a little higher, towards the inside of her leg. Gently, he touched her underwear.

Bulma automatically tensed as she felt him being so close to where she burned the most.

Then, Vegeta's previously impassive features distorted with amusement, and he showed a mocking smile.

"This is the first time I've touched a Human this way." he whispered in his deep voice.

He gently leaned towards her, breaking eye contact, to place a chaste kiss in the crook of her neck. Absent-mindedly, he began to play with her panties. Bulma felt her thighs tremble with need as he brushed against her clit over the fabric.

"But you're so easy to read." he continued, kissing her again, on the exact spot where her carotid artery beat. "Your heart going crazy when I touch you. Your breathing stopping when I come to you. Your pupils contracting when I look at you. The smell of your skin, and the taste too, when I kiss you… your whole body tells me exactly what you want. I don't need anything but my senses to know exactly how to pleasure you, Human."

He stood up to look in her eyes again. His smile was gone, replaced by something much more threatening. He removed his hand from under her dress. With a confident gesture, and without taking his eyes off her, he brought his thumb to his mouth and make it wet with saliva. With his knee, which he had placed strategically between her legs, he encouraged her to spread her thighs. Bulma happily cooperated, and he took the opportunity to plunge his hand back under her dress. This time, he didn't beat around the bush. He aimed directly at her underwear, which he pushed aside with his fingers.

And finally, finally! He pressed his thumb to the exact spot where the tension was strongest. Deftly, slowly, and applying just enough pressure, he slid his wet finger in a single concentric motion over her clit.

Bulma literally melted with pleasure. Her body, until then tense to the extreme, released itself from this unbearable anticipation as soon as Vegeta touched her right where she needed it most. A sigh escaped her lips while a satisfied smile formed on those of the Saiyan.

"Oh… Kami. Yes…" she breathed, her eyelids half-closed.

Vegeta stilled his hand. He took a step forward to further accentuate the closeness of their bodies. His narrow hips surrounded by Bulma's parted thighs, he tightened their embrace with the help of his tail, pressing on the small of her back. The young woman could still feel this inert pressure that his thumb exerted on her. Unable to sustain this passivity, she began to squirm as best she could, rocking her hips toward him.

"More… don't stop… please…" she pleaded, impatiently.

Bulma opened her eyes. She saw Vegeta's face, so close now that his features had become difficult to see. She could feel his breath, calm and measured, sweeping over the skin of her neck and shoulder. Sensitive to her complaint, he began sliding his thumb over her clit in small circles. As soon as she felt him move, the young woman sighed again, relieved that he didn't let her languish any longer. His caress, at first shy, exploratory, gradually gained intensity, and it didn't take him long to discover this perfect cadence that led her straight into an ecstatic abyss.

Bulma tightened her thighs around him, the only movement she was allowed to make given the hold the Saiyan had on her. She began to rock her hips back and forth, the skin of her buttocks biting into the fabric of the medical bed. Her breathing, already accelerated, became disordered when Vegeta, who had understood what she was looking for by moving like this, began to rub his finger at her entrance. A slight growl escaped the warrior's throat when he noticed how ready she was to receive him. Then, in a smooth, confident movement, he inserted his middle finger inside her.

The maneuver drew a small cry from Bulma, whose entire body arched against the intrusion, and the warrior responded by tightening his grip on her hair to hold her in place. Merciless, however, he gave her no respite. His finger began to make incessant back and forth movements, while his thumb was still busy sliding rhythmically over this very sensitive part that he was trying so hard to stimulate. The sensation was exhilarating, and Bulma, suddenly panting, unable to contain the arousal building inside her, began to squirm in every direction.

Much more in control than her, Vegeta took advantage of the spectacle she offered him, carefully studying with his black eyes each of her reactions, each of her shivers, each of her sighs to better touch her.

And Kami, it worked. Really. Fucking. Good.

Vegeta may have claimed that he had never touched a Human before, he was still very skilled. The robustness and violence that shone through his body and personality was completely forgiven, his hand on her making his every sin forgotten. For the next few minutes, he listened to everything the woman's body told him to do, neglecting the details that would not be useful to bring her pleasure. Sometimes careful and delicate, sometimes a little less, he explored her intimacy with his fingers while Bulma, lost somewhere between Earth and heaven, approached more and more the climax that would make her explode.

It didn't take much time for Vegeta to discover this more sensitive region inside her, this particularly erogenous point which quickly made her pulse and breathing completely erratic. He paid special attention to it, even going so far as to bend his finger to help him achieve this much sought-after state of euphoria. It felt so good that it wasn't long before Bulma felt a wave of pleasure surge through her. She tightened her legs around the Saiyan again, digging her knees into each of his sides to encourage him to give her more, more and more. Feeling her so receptive, so close to climax, he stretched her a little more with a second finger, which joined the first one in this rapid and precise waltz, and the caress gained in intensity.

Until finally, she was completely done.

Eyes fixed on Vegeta's, Bulma stopped breathing. She held back a cry of pleasure when she felt her entire body contract. For long seconds, she was shaken by spasms the Saiyan was tearing from her with his hand. He couldn't help but emit a sort of muffled, distant grunt as he felt her tighten around his fingers. Captivated, he watched her melt in his arms, destroyed by the orgasm he was giving her.

Bulma's pleasure lasted much longer than usual. Never had a simple fingering session been so good, so exciting. For the moment, her mind too clouded by lust, it was impossible for her to tell if it was because she had just discovered a particularly gifted lover, or if it was this indescribable connection linking her to him which made the act so special. Disconcerted, she let herself be overwhelmed by the intensity of the wave of pleasure and enjoyed each jolt like she had never done before. Her body quivering uncontrollably, she tried to find her bearings in the irises of the man she held prisoner between her legs. Vegeta let her enjoy the sensations until the very end, before giving her time to emerge, his hand still lazily working inside her to make sure that every wave of pleasure was not neglected.

"Kami…" Bulma breathed, once her orgasm dissipated.

Her breathing calmed. Her body, still drunk of pleasure, relaxed. Her legs, becoming limp and trembling, fell back onto the mattress. Then, slowly, Vegeta withdrew from her.

And without taking his eyes off her, he brought his soaked fingers to his mouth to taste them.

Bulma watched as the Saiyan licked his fingers. Both hypnotized and shocked by this incredibly provocative gesture, she saw him dive a second time under her dress to rub his fingers on her. Still sensitive, she flinched while he collected the fruit of her arousal to taste it again.

Satisfied, his eyes strangely bright, he made a grunt.

"Kayt... Human, you taste so fucking good." he said in a dull voice.

Bulma felt her cheeks heat up.

"For someone openly accusing me of being perverse..." she mocked. "You're not exactly being chaste."

She would have thought that her comment would elicit a retort from him, or at least an arrogant smile. But Vegeta didn't do anything, and rather than contradict her, he released her wrists and her hair to grab her ass with both of his hands and wrap his tail around her waist. Hands suddenly freed, Bulma placed her palms on his forearms, and she got a glimpse of what it felt like to touch his impressive muscles. This time he didn't stop her. On the contrary, seized with a sudden eagerness, he pressed her against him forcefully, and gave her a taste of the prominent bulge forcing under his training shorts. Moving his hips back and forth over her panties, he also began to kiss her languidly.

The Saiyan's intentions were clear. His attitude, calm and measured, was beginning to shift. This preliminary session had only fueled his desire, and Bulma understood that the control he had cherished from the start was slipping away. Vegeta no longer wanted to contain himself. He wanted to fuck her. There. Now. On the medical bed.

And Bulma wanted it too.

But before letting herself be carried away, a detail crept into the woman's mind.

She broke the kiss reluctantly.

"Wait... Vegeta..." she whispered.

Unsatisfied with her interrupting him, he dove into her neck to continue kissing her there.

"Vegeta." she insisted, sighing. "We need... Do you have... any protection?"

The Saiyan slowed the pace of his kisses before freezing. Apparently intrigued by her question, he sat up to look her in the eyes.

"I'm not wearing my armor." he replied flatly after a moment.

Bulma, taken aback by this unexpected response, stifled a laugh.

"Idiot, I'm not talking about your armor. I wanted to know if you had a condom or something like that?"

He raised an eyebrow, seemingly even more confused than before.

"What the fuck is a condom?" he finally asked.

It was Bulma's turn to raise an eyebrow. The notion of contraception was probably not acquired in every corner of the universe.

"It's a protection we use on Earth, to avoid having a child when a man and a woman sleep together." she explained, trying not to be amused by the carelessness of her lover.

Vegeta looked at her for a moment, analyzing what she had just said to him. He blew air through his nose before answering.

"You're Human. We don't even come from the same planet. And until now, I have never met a species worthy enough to carry a Saiyan's child. I don't think this is a problem."

And he began to kiss her again. Bulma let him, carried away by his hot lips and everything it promised. But she regained her lucidity when she felt Vegeta's fingers sinking into the flesh of her ass.

"Wait... no... I... " she stammered against his lips.

She moved her hands up his arms and gently pushed him back. Feeling rejected, Vegeta gave a low growl of dissatisfaction, but complied. He moved away from her a little to let her speak.

"I have very good reasons to believe that we are genetically compatible." Bulma admitted in a whisper, her eyes fixed on his.

For a brief moment, Gohan's face crossed her mind. She was tempted to reveal his existence when she saw the skepticism written on the warrior's face. But for now, she knew him too little, and trusted him too little to share this kind of information, because it implied revealing the presence of a Saiyan on Earth.

She therefore decided to rely on her temper and her power of persuasion to convince him.

"So, I don't know about you, but I really don't want to get pregnant with a degenerate alien like you." she added hotly.

With a confident gesture, she placed her hands on his biceps and pushed him back. The Saiyan, a little taken aback, offered no resistance. His hands, which had been resting on her butt, fell to either side of his body as he took a step backwards. His tail, however, remained firmly wrapped around her waist, a sign that he was not completely giving in.

Neither does Bulma. Because even if she refused to take the risk of getting pregnant, she wasn't done with him. Vegeta's will was still shaken by his carnal desires. And she wasn't going to let this opportunity pass. She had to take advantage of this breach in his usually so well-trained control.

The woman therefore got off the medical bed and stood, facing him. Her hands on his arms slid to his broad shoulders. She ventured to gently caress the coppery skin of his neck and took advantage of the Saiyan's passivity to appreciate its texture. Having changed his bandages several times over the past few days, this wasn't the first time she'd touched him. But this time, she let herself enjoy the sensation under her fingers, and was quickly captivated by this delicious amalgam of softness and robustness. She then leaned towards him to place her lips in the crook of his neck. Vegeta tensed as soon as her tongue made contact with his skin, and she felt his muscles contract against her mouth.

He smelled good. He was delicious. He was SO hot. He oozed power…and sex.

The small body sample of the most desirable man she had ever met made her mouth water. Suddenly hungry for him, she lowered her head a little to place a second kiss on his pectoral muscle.

This kiss was even more delicious than the previous one.

She raised her eyes to look at him from below and smiled against his skin before speaking.

"My turn now, Saiyan."

Those who know TFS will surely recognize the little reference I made to one of their videos ;)

The one featuring Bulma and Vegeta, who realizes that protection doesn't necessarily always mean wearing an armor XD