Phew! Writing this chapter was something else. Prepare the cold shower, you guys might need it ;)

Warning; sexually explicit content and language.

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Chapter 29 – Vegeta

This wasn't Vegeta's first time fucking, far from it. His status as a high-level warrior and prince had always captured women's interest. Whether they were whores thirsty for his wealth, or fighters seduced by his talents, opportunities to stick his cock in a female never lacked. And even if sex didn't usually take a large place in his thoughts, he remained a man with needs to be satisfied. And he had never deprived himself of doing so, periodically choosing a specimen that he deemed attractive enough to relieve those needs.

All his previous relationships had had this in common; a quick, impersonal fuck, a selfish, one-way transaction aimed solely at emptying his balls and mind of a useless burden. It was the same every time he found himself buried in a woman's mouth or thighs. He closed his eyes, cleared his mind, finished as quickly as possible, and left before the last drop of cum had flowed. Every time, it had been like that.

Every time, except this one.

This time, with Bulma, he had finished, but he still hadn't dared to withdraw from her or send her back to her room. He somewhat preferred to stay there, leaning against the ship's window, his hips wrapped in her endless legs, to hold her in his arms just a little longer, and to watch her blush under his intense gaze.

This time, he hadn't closed his eyes to hide from this world where he indulged his basest needs either. He had preferred to feed on her beautiful clear irises, her full pinkish lips and her silky skin to gorge himself on her splendor while she rejoiced in his thrusts. In fact, it was in this vision of her that he had found his own pleasure. And it was also this vision that made him want to keep her close even after he had finished, and that even pushed him to want to do it again, and again, and again.

That was a first.

And what about this little comment that she had just made, concerning the rapidity of the act. Vegeta had at first been surprised that she had pointed it out. For him, a fuck never lasted more than a few minutes. Not that he was incapable of lasting longer. But because he had always preferred to finish as quickly as possible, whether his partner had been satisfied or not. But this time again, it had been different. This time, he had not voluntarily tried to shorten the duration. Control had simply slipped through his fingers when he had felt Bulma tighten around him, unintentionally putting an end to the intercourse, and leaving him with the unpleasant feeling of not having been up to par.

That too, was a first.

Vegeta knew his abilities well. And above all, he knew that he was proud, persevering and scrupulous. Without realizing it, Bulma's comment coupled with the desire to make her cum again, had caused a spark of defiance to form in the Saiyan's chest.

If she thought that their first time had been too fast, then he would take the whole night to show her what he was capable of.

The Human's body still entangled with his, the prince carried them to his bed, on which he threw her irreverently. She landed limply on the mattress with a small cry, her blue eyes rounded with surprise because he had moved quickly. The moon's rays solicited his Oozaru instincts, and he needed to get away from them because they posed a serious risk to his discipline. It was their radiation that had made him lose control a few moments earlier, causing his Ki to rise to a dangerously high level without him even noticing. The Human's distress had finally caught his attention, her weak body unable to withstand so much heat having reminded him that he had to focus to contain the energy that was bubbling inside him under the influence of the Blutz waves.

The woman lying on the bed, an unpleasant void was created around Vegeta, and he leaned over to find the one who could fill it.

"Wait!" Bulma exclaimed, stopping him with a hand on his chest.

Vegeta froze. He raised a questioning eyebrow. She leaned on her forearms to straighten up and look at him better. A spark of mischief shone in her blue eyes.

"Take off your shorts" she demanded. "I want to see you. Every part of you."

The prince narrowed his eyes as he saw her gaze at his naked torso. He was so unfamiliar with responding to orders, especially when it came to sex, that he considered doing the opposite of what she asked him to do just for the satisfaction of not giving her what she wanted. Not to mention that for him, nudity was very optional during the act.

"I want to feel your skin on mine" she added in a whisper.

The woman had detected his hostility, and as a skilled negotiator, she had also figured out how to make him agree to her request. This last sentence hit the nail on the head, projecting into his pragmatic brain a sketch of what it would be like to feel Bulma's smooth, soft, perfect skin against his own.

This time, he understood the relevance of getting naked.

Vegeta moved away from the bed a little, smiling arrogantly. He knew that his obsession with training had granted him a body that made most women drool. Bulma was no exception, and she watched him with admiration as he removed his training shorts, which he casually discarded on the floor. The woman followed his every move attentively, her inquisitive eyes raking over his Adonis body with appetite before deliberately placing them on his erection proudly standing in front of her.

"Satisfied? " Vegeta asked, appreciating the predatory glow shining in her irises.

Bulma swallowed hard. She unconsciously bit her lip and answered with a simple nod, her thighs tightening almost imperceptibly.

Slowly, Vegeta put a knee on the edge of the mattress. Mistakenly believing that his intentions were to join her, the woman pretended to lie down on the bed again to welcome him. But the Saiyan firmly grabbed the collar of her shirt to prevent her from doing it.

"Then I guess you don't need that anymore" he said before ripping off the pink shirt she was wearing.

It was abrupt, almost violent, and the garment tore in his hands. Bulma's divine body was revealed to him in one go. Deprived of any support, she fell heavily back onto the bed with a cry of surprise. Her voluptuous curves sank between the sheets in a rustle of satin, her round and heavy breasts bouncing happily when her back touched the mattress. She lied in front of him, completely naked, her eyes wide with astonishment and her hair falling in all directions around her head.

Seeing her in this position, like an offering ready to be requisitioned, Vegeta felt his heart rate quicken and he was happy that she couldn't hear it. This woman was magnificent, the most beautiful creature he had ever seen in his life. The darkness that reigned in his room did nothing to change this certainty. Every part of her body called out to him, whether it was the curve of her lips, the satiny grain of her skin, the exotic coloring of her hair or the rounded contours of her hips. This Human attracted him like a hunter baiting the beast.

A beast completely blinded by lust, and whose blood began to boil facing such temptation.

"Hell Vegeta… what are you waiting for?" Bulma murmured, arching her back in impatience. "Don't tell me you need this break after all."

The sentence was perfect to prick his ego. She didn't know him very well yet, but she already knew that questioning his abilities was the best way to get what she wanted from him. The warrior bared his teeth, annoyed by her insight, and climbed onto the bed. Kneeling in front of her, he slowly leaned forward to lower his body against Bulma's curves. Their skins touched, his robustness making its way against her delicacy, the rugged valleys of his abs crushing on the plain of her stomach, and her voluminous breasts were crushed under his firm pecs. A long sigh escaped the woman's lips. Vegeta, on the other hand, had stopped breathing. He would never have believed that such smoothness could exist.

"How dare you question my abilities?" he scolded in a low voice, looking her severely. "I can make you scream my name all night long if I want to."

Bulma laughed softly. Her belly moved against his. It was nice and strangely, it made him want to hear her laugh again.

"Woman, what amuses you?" he asked, narrowing his eyes.

"Do you remember your reluctance to tell me your name, a few days ago?" she replied, smiling.

Vegeta's eyes involuntarily darted towards her exposed teeth, a sign of happiness that he was not used to be the source. He remembered well that moment when, out of pure principle of not lowering himself to answer the demands of an insignificant Human slave, he had delayed telling her his name.

"You seem rather eager to hear me say it now that you have me in your bed, huh?" she teased him.

"Humph…" Vegeta said, unable to find something more relevant to say, because she was right, and he didn't want to admit it.

Bulma let out another small laugh, apparently amused by his bitterness. Her slender fingers slid along his shoulder, and the caress caused an unfamiliar shiver to run down his spine. Vegeta had never been the target of a touch as gentle as this one.

"But please…"

The amusement in her voice disappeared, suddenly replaced by something more pleading. She applied pressure to the back of his neck, urging him to come closer while she stretched her neck to bring her lips to his ear.

"…don't hold back and make me scream your name… Vegeta" she murmured candidly, her hot breath flying over his skin.

The invitation, mixed with her voice pronouncing his name, initiated a bolt of excitement in the Saiyan's belly. This time, it was simply impossible for him to refuse to adhere to what she was asking.

So without further ado, Vegeta dove in. He placed one of his hands under Bulma's head and began to kiss her. He loved the feel of her silky hair between his fingers almost as much as the taste of her lips on his. The woman responded to the kiss with passion and began to move lasciviously against him, her shoulders, her chest, her stomach, her hips, her legs, each part of her voluptuous body undulating to the frantic rhythm of their colliding mouths, their skins brushing against each other leaving a tangible burn wherever they touched. The way she moved reminded Vegeta of how Bulma had behaved when he had momentarily lost control of his Ki near the window. As always when he boosted his energy, his body temperature had risen dangerously, unintentionally creating a particularly hostile condition around him. The suffering, suffocating Human in his arms had brought him back to his senses, and he had then voluntarily lowered the temperature of his body to relieve her. But it was the unexpected reaction of the woman that had piqued his curiosity. A touch of disappointment. A hint of unfulfilled desire. Then, the preface of a frustration that had indicated that the sensation of his Ki radiating had perhaps not displeased her as much as he thought.

The discovery had been fortuitous. But he was certain of it; he could certainly take advantage of his extraordinary abilities by testing them on Bulma.

As a master in Ki management, Vegeta therefore put his talents to work. Without breaking their kiss, he slowly began to rise the energy of his body. The temperature around them grew a few degrees, the prince trying to keep it at a more bearable level this time. He sent more of this soft warmth towards his abdomen, which was still glued on Bulma's belly. The reaction was almost immediate. The woman moaned against his mouth. Her legs tightened around him. Her back arched in the hope of absorbing a little more of this heat that had begun to come from his skin. Encouraged by his partner's obvious receptivity, the Saiyan placed the hand that was not holding her head in the hollow of her neck. He squeezed a little, just for good measure, then lit a second fire there. His palm warmed up, and he began to voluntarily caress this part of her to transfer a maximum of the heat he had produced. Once again, the Human reacted favorably to his touch.

Her cheeks turned red.

A thin layer of sweat began to form on her forehead.

Her breathing became labored against his mouth.

Whether she was aware of what he was doing or not, Bulma was burning under his hands.

Vegeta smirked, happy that she was playing along so well with this little game, but also proud of the effect he had on her. He slid his hand from her neck to her shoulder to explore her body, dragging the burn a little lower on her pale skin. He followed the delicate outline of her collarbone, before he naturally traced his path to her breast. He first caressed its curve gently, savoring its smooth and rounded form, before taking it entirely in his palm to feel the flesh squish between his fingers.

He had imagined touching Bulma's boobs so many times in the last few days that he had come to believe that his fantasies would lead him straight to disappointment if they came to fruition. But rather than being disappointing, the feeling of her tit being pressed in his hand was even more exhilarating than he would have thought. Round, full, firm, this boob fitted so good in his palm that it seemed to have been created to do so, and Vegeta had to make a conscious effort to contain the urge to squeeze harder this delectable flesh he wanted to make his, because he didn't want to hurt her either. So rather than give in to his possessive instincts, the Saiyan sent an additional discharge of Ki to his hand. The heat became more intense, and he began to press harder on her flesh while he also gently pinched her nipple between his burning fingers. Bulma broke their kiss and let out a small moan, halfway between affliction and exaltation.

Vegeta took advantage of her moving away to look at her. She had closed her eyes and thrown her head back in a sign of surrender. Apparently, human breasts weren't just female attributes used for seduction. For Bulma, this erogenous zone was also a source of great pleasure.

Here was an interesting discovery that Vegeta swore not to neglect.

"Holy shit Vegeta..." she panted. "You're so hot. How do you... You're making me go crazy."

She ran a hand through her turquoise hair as she blew out a breath, her hips undulating lasciviously beneath him. Her body language and the scent of arousal he could smell on her spoke volumes. Already, she seemed deeply affected by his talents.

But the prince was far from having said his last word.

Rather than start kissing her on the lips again, Vegeta took advantage of this respite to let her breathe more freely. He lowered his head to her chest, covering her perfectly round tits with a few light kisses. He stuck out his tongue and ran it over to its tip, which stood up in silent imploration under the effect of the wet caress. Slowly, he opened his mouth and sucked her nipple between his lips, before releasing it loudly. The noise, vulgar, provocative, echoed in the room and tore a small laugh interspersed with jerky sighs from Bulma.

Vegeta, for his part, had nothing else in mind than to taste the most delicious boob he ever had again, and while he greedily devoured her tits with his mouth, the Saiyan kept his hand busy with something else. He began to explore his partner's body, first trailing his burning palm in the hollow of her waist, on the roundness of her hips and on the upper part of her leg. Everywhere he went, he could feel Bulma's sensitive epidermis catching fire, the refined skin gaining in liveliness as soon as the enveloping heat of his Ki touched it. He traced his incandescent path between her thighs until reaching the apex and slowly, he slid his index and middle fingers on her sensitive bud, which was already throbbing with desire. The Human arched under him as soon as he touched her, a soft moan escaping her half-open mouth, and Vegeta couldn't help but respond by projecting an additional burst of Ki to the tips of his fingers, the temperature climbing a notch at that very precise spot.

The Saiyan interrupted his tongue play for a second to smile. This woman was a real open book. He didn't need to listen to her heartbeat or even pay attention to her breathing to know what pleased her. She expressed it freely, loudly, and reacted to his caresses with such eloquence that it was disconcerting. He moved his fingers on her in a slow back and forth motion, to give her time to adjust to his burning touch, and she began to moan more regularly while he began to suck on her nipple again. The pace with which he tortured her quickened, and she spread her thighs to give him better access to her wet, begging flesh.

It was almost too easy. Vegeta hadn't had to exert much effort to get her there. Bulma was already panting, her imminent climax coming almost as quickly as the first time. But as much as the prince loved watching her delight under his tongue, as much as he was dying to make her cum with his fingers, he had a point to prove, and his ego wouldn't allow this time to be so short.

A cruel smile on his lips, Vegeta intensified his caress and started making small circular movements with his fingers, as he knew she liked. Bulma tensed under him, and she began to rock her hips in attempt to add the tiny pressure that was missing to make her cum. Immediately, the Saiyan slowed down his pace, and he released her nipple to put an end to this escalation of pleasure.

"Not so fast, woman" he said quietly, blowing his hot breath on the hardened tip of her breast.

He lazily licked her nipple and ran his index finger over her clit one last time, just for good measure. Then, he removed his hand completely to place it in the hollow of her waist, where his physical strength could contain the pathetic protests of an unsatisfied and desperate Bulma. He straightened up to face her, his forearm firmly pressed into the mattress next to her shoulder. The scorching plain of his torso spread over her chest to keep her warm and finally, he spread her legs wide with his knee, deliberately leaving a cold void where she wanted him most.

"Vegeta…" she said, and her voice broke on the last syllable.

The complaint was music to her ears. Along with her ragged breathing, her flared up cheeks and that thin layer of sweat that had begun to make her creamy skin shine, the messy and inflamed portrait that this woman gave off was incredibly arousing. Being there, between her thighs, his throbbing erection a few inches from conquering her again, Vegeta had a terrible desire to give her what she was asking for.

"Stop complaining, woman. I know you want me to continue. I know you're close" he said quietly, a hint of threat in his voice.

Bulma began to squirm beneath him, her body unable to contain the burning desire his words had just stirred. Vegeta pinned her firmly to the mattress with his hand.

He leaned towards her, their lips barely touching, his sadistic smile still there.

"But you will only cum when I decide to" he specified.

Realizing his intentions, Bulma threw her head back and let out a desperate sigh. She tried to move her hips again, probably hoping to catch some heat between her thighs, but Vegeta's strength was relentless. He would not relieve her of this fire until she adhered to his rules. The Human understood quickly; she would never win this battle, and any attempt at resistance would be futile. She clenched her teeth, tried to calm her breathing and forced her body to stay still. Attentive, fascinated, the Saiyan watched her as she tamed the wave of arousal that his touch had created a few seconds earlier.

Vegeta judged that Bulma had calmed down enough when he heard her heart rate slow down. Satisfied with her cooperation, he adjusted his body over hers and lowered his hand on the pronounced curve of her hip. He leaned down to bring his lips closer to hers. He lodged his pelvis between her thighs.

Then, he kissed her as he rammed into her in one go.

Bulma's back arched under the force of the assault. This second penetration, more sudden, more brutal, had nothing to do with the first. This time, Vegeta inserted his erection to the base without giving the woman time to adjust to his width. He had felt her so tight around him the first time that he doubted for a moment her ability to receive him so quickly without being hurt. But she was so wet, her own arousal being mixed with the remains of the Saiyan's previous orgasm making her narrow passage perfectly slippery, that the intrusion was done without any harm.

His dick surrounded in Bulma's soft warmth, Vegeta tried to repress the vocal manifestations of his pleasure, transforming the moan that should have come out of his mouth into a long and deep rumble in his chest. The Human was much louder. A cry escaped her lips and flew into the air to hit the walls of his bedroom and make his soul shiver.

"Fuck! This is so good Vegeta!"

The Saiyan began to move inside her, slowly, lasciviously, to prepare her, to make the arousal Bulma had managed to contain rise again, but also to tame his own impulses. He possessively dug his fingers into her hip to immobilize her pelvis, and his movements gradually gained in vigor, each of his thrusts being greeted by increasingly loud moans, each intrusion making her magnificent breasts bounce with more dynamism. Without wanting to, the temperature increased another notch around them. Bulma put her arms around his broad shoulders to anchor herself to him, her cheeks reddened by pleasure and by Vegeta's radiating heat. Already, he could feel her tensing under him, around him, her dreamy face and her feverish body announcing the approach of the climax again.

And for a second time, Vegeta stopped just before it happened.

This time, a cry of dissatisfaction echoed in the room. Frustrated that he had stopped at such a critical moment, Bulma moved her hips to protest, seeking the missing motion necessary for her to cum. But her strength was pitiful against the Saiyan's hand, and he held her firmly pressed into the mattress to keep her from having what she desired the most.

And then, he withdrew completely to punish her.

"The more you move, the less I give" he warned, growling.

He moved away a few centimeters, leaning on his forearm to remove his heat and add credibility to his argument. Trapped between this physical need to be fulfilled and this frustration of being deprived of it, Bulma had no real choice but to lend herself to the unhealthy but oh so exciting game that Vegeta was imposing on her.

Immediately, she stopped moving.

And he rewarded her allegiance with a deep kiss.

"Will you complain about me fucking you too fast, this time?" he added cruelly, smirking against her lips.

"Just... shut up and kiss me, you jerk" she said, pulling him towards her.

The Saiyan wanted to protest because no one had ever dared to call him a jerk before, but the passion of Bulma's mouth on his stopped his rebellion. This kiss was probably a strategy to forget about the emptiness between her thighs, and he answered without hesitation with the same enthusiasm, because even though he maintained substantial control over the situation, he too was eager to fill her again.

Bulma's strategy worked. This time, she tamed her intense arousal with much more ease, and Vegeta was quick to salute her efforts. He happily thrusted into her again, eager to take her with him in a frantic roller coaster of pleasure.

Never the Saiyan had fucked like this before. If he had always been selfish with women in the past, it was not the case with this one. He took pleasure in making the Human's arousal climb to unexplored heights. Sometimes he took his time. Sometimes he imposed a merciless rhythm with his hips. But every time, he made sure to interrupt the escalation of pleasure at the most critical moment, putting an abrupt ending to her hopes right before her edging orgasm happened, and observe this magnificent woman moping with desire and exasperation thanks to him. He did not change position, his pelvis remaining firmly anchored at the apex of her parted thighs, alternating the moments where he moved with enthusiasm and those where he remained still and made her languish. The forced pauses, sometimes punctuated by moments of complete inertia, sometimes embellished with kisses along her neck and on her boobs, allowed Vegeta to take advantage of his extraordinary physical abilities. He used his heightened senses to prevent her from finishing too quickly, to prolong this exhilarating state of trance in which they were immersed and only resumed where he had left off when she showed sufficient restraint, again, and again, and again.

The prince, entangled in this jumble of new sensations, made this little game last much, much longer than he expected. Lost somewhere with this woman with long silky hair, enormous turquoise eyes and a fiery temperament, Vegeta also abandoned himself to the pleasure of the flesh, enjoying each kiss, each piece of skin, each breath, each agonizing moan, as his pride as a fighter had never let him do. Leaning on his forearms to look at her, he flooded his eyes with her beauty and fed his pride to satiety, because seeing her like that, overwhelmed by the euphoria of being so close to the abyss without ever being able to fall because of him, thanks to him, was infinitely gratifying.

And above all, incredibly arousing.

Until, completely infatuated with Bulma, Vegeta began yet another escalation of pleasure when he leaned down and buried his nose in the hollow of her neck to stifle his own moans. The woman's delectable scent, particularly intense at this precise spot, suddenly invaded his senses and he was immediately captivated by the overwhelming aroma. Drunk on this intoxicating perfume, he lost control. His Ki intensified, igniting his body even more and making Bulma's boil in the process. The wave broke over him before he could even do anything to stop it, and without this control that he cherished so much, he spilled his pleasure inside of her, growling into her neck and initiating against his will their final ascent to paradise.

His orgasm called for the woman's, and since he hadn't stopped moving, she was finally freed from the endless torture. She convulsed around his pulsing cock, and true to his promises, he heard her scream his name in recognition.

Vegeta, disoriented by the intensity of his orgasm, felt his muscles untie, and he took a deep breath to try to regain his senses. Delighted by the smell tickling his nose, he greedily licked the sweat covering her skin to taste it as he thrusted a little more to drain the pleasure to its maximum. He then raised his head, and his black eyes were hooked by those of the woman. They looked at each other in silence, their faces barely an inch apart, their breath short and their gaze still clouded by lust, while the orgasm flooding their bodies gradually faded away.

He had noticed it when they were fucking, but now that he was slowly coming down from his heights, the Saiyan became aware of the battlefield that Bulma's body had become. Her skin was shiny with sweat. Her cheeks had taken on an exquisite pink hue. Her tangled, soaked hair stuck to her forehead and neck. Looking down, he saw the marks of his hand that had squeezed too hard on her hip, as well as her neck covered in teeth marks where he had sunk them too deeply in her skin. And let's not forget about the mess he had done between her thighs.

Vegeta smiled mischievously, satisfied with the living work of art that had been drawn thanks to him, and which he allowed himself to admire for a moment. But not too long, because he didn't want to show his satisfaction too much.

"Kami…" she said, closing her eyes. "I'm so hot! My body is completely soaked with sweat."

Vegeta got to his feet, taking the woman with him in his arms. Naturally, she protested.

"What are you doing?" she cried as he carried her to his bathroom.

"You need another shower."

She laughed softly, agreeing to this avenue given the state she was in.

"It's your fault" she said more calmly, placing her arms around his neck.

Vegeta wasn't going to object to this fact.

They arrived in the cabin, which suddenly seemed much narrower than usual, because he was not used to do such thing with someone else. Vegeta released the Human, and she placed her feet on the white tiles. She stood in front of him but didn't remove her arms, and he allowed her to keep them firmly locked to his neck.

The Saiyan turned on the water. He set the temperature much lower than she had set it for her previous shower.

"Oh hell no! I hate cold showers!"

She pretended to add hot water, but Vegeta grabbed her wrist before she could touch the controls.

"Don't worry" he said, sliding his hand down her arm, a knowing smile on his lips. "I'll make sure you don't hate this one."

Bulma's lips parted as his words sank into her mind. He hadn't brought her into the shower just to get clean of that sweat, apparently.

She lowered her hand in silent approval, and the cool water flowed over their skin, taking with it the excess of heat that had accumulated as well as that thin layer of salty water she was covered with. Vegeta grabbed the soap behind her, and he began to rub it in his hands, before placing his foamed palms on her body. He started cleaning her, leaving a trail of bubbles on her shoulders, her neck, the plain between her breasts, on her breasts - where he lingered a little longer, deliberately - and her stomach, and then follow the perfect curve of her rounded buttocks, before finally going up her back.

Bulma let him do it. She watched him carefully, her beautiful eyes fixed on his serious features. Her breathing calmed and her muscles relaxed. Her pale skin covered with goosebumps, which he felt swelling under the pads of his fingers. Her nipples hardened, and he felt their tips brush his pecs. Thinking at first that it was his touch that had made her shiver, Vegeta realized he was wrong when he saw a tremor on her lower lip.

The Saiyan frowned. Human's tolerance for temperature changes was much lower than his own. She was cold and having promised that this shower would be pleasant, he had to remedy this situation.

Vegeta finished cleaning her upper body faster than expected. He wrapped Bulma's head in his hands, tangling his fingers in her long, soaking wet hair, and cornered her against the shower wall. Their mouths met in a passionate kiss, and rather than warming her up by increasing the temperature of the water flowing over them, the Saiyan boosted his Ki once more. A gentle warmth began to radiate into the cabin, instantly vaporizing the drops of cool water hitting his body. A thick, torrid mist quickly formed around them, and Bulma sighed her comfort against his lips. Vegeta inhaled deeply the air she had just released. His keen sense captured this scent he was beginning to be familiar to him, and it captured his attention almost as much as his tongue swirling in her mouth. The woman's distinctive scent, the same one that had wrung an orgasm from him a few moments earlier, clanged to the water particles flying around them. He had never smelled such a perfume before in his life, and compared it to an intoxicating nectar he could easily get drunk on.

Like a junkie obsessed with his drug, the Saiyan could not help but ask for more. He broke the kiss and without taking his eyes off Bulma, he crouched in front of her, putting one knee on the ground. He ran his hands over the top of her thighs to wash them as he had done with the rest of her body. And without wasting time or even stopping to look at her, he began to kiss her down there, tasting this intoxicating aroma directly at its source.

"Oh Vegeta…"

Bulma's moan rang out, the sound of her plaintive voice echoing off the shower's glass walls in a particularly eloquent way. Vegeta opened his mouth when he heard his name, and his tongue found its way between her folds to lick the sensitive bud that made her tremble every time. The woman's breathing became chaotic, each twist of his tongue tasting her drawing out the name he loved to hear escape her lips, each wet kiss making her even more lost than before, each hot breath he blew on her stealing a bit more of her lucidity. Unable to stand, Bulma's legs went sloppy, and she began to slide on the tiles. The Saiyan swung one of her tight over his shoulder to support her, the negligible weight of her body resting on his powerful shoulder as she convulsed with pleasure under his increasingly fierce tongue. Vegeta could feel it. It would be easy to make Bulma cum this way. He could feel her fingers twisting in his thick black hair as she pulled on it while he sucked her clit between his lips. She was close and this time, too hungry to pull out and make her wait, the Saiyan continued to lap until he felt her cum against his sated mouth.

"Fuck... Vegeta!"

The exquisite nectar that stuck to his tongue, as well as his name shouted like an admission of pleasure, made him lose his mind. Bulma had barely finished convulsing on his tongue that he got to his feet. He turned her back abruptly against the shower wall and rammed into her just in time to feel the last jolts of her orgasm around his dick. Arousal at its peak, he began to fuck her from behind at an almost inhuman pace, his bestial instincts taking over his consideration, his discipline completely annihilated by a new will, a sense of urgency to possess this woman deliberately offering herself to him. His burning chest stuck to the wet skin of her back, his nose buried behind her ear so as not to lose any of the scent that came from it, one hand placed on her hip and the other across her boobs, Vegeta came too, fast and hard, and as he shuddered against her ass, Bulma arched her back to receive him better, her voice this time joining that of the prince who let slip a few words in his native language that he knew she could not understand.

"Nie ainu Bulma koyt."

It had come out against his will, in the frenzy of the moment, and Vegeta immediately regretted saying such thing given it's meaning. Hearing himself say those words had the effect of an even colder shower than the one they were taking, and immediately, he withdrew from her, making the halo of heat that had surrounded him disappear. Bulma turned around, a little taken aback that he had retracted from her body almost as quickly as he had entered. He looked at her, horrified, disgusted by his own behavior, by his own drift, and by his own lack of control.

Fortunately, the only person who witnessed this little misconduct was a Human who knew nothing of the Saiyan dialect.

"Get out of here. Now." Vegeta growled, implacable.

A tremor ran through Bulma's lips, the temperature that had suddenly dropped by several degrees making her shiver. Her blue eyes were blurred, and she frowned slightly.

"What...? I… but Vegeta I…"

"Get. Out."

His request was unequivocal, and after a split second of hesitation, the Human opened the shower door and made the wise decision to slip away in silence.

After she was gone, Vegeta gritted his teeth as he grabbed the soap to clean his body. He ran his hand through his hair and rubbed his face hard as if to try to escape this world where his desire to possess had supplanted his pride. How could he have let this artificial lust call upon his deepest Saiyan instincts? How had this damn woman managed to tear these words from him, those words that he would never have believed he would one day pronounce out loud? She was driving him crazy. She was making him lose his mind.

After obsession, here she was dragging him down a new slippery slope of Saiyan nature, one even more dangerous than the first, one that seriously threatened to rob him of his sanity; possession.

He was going to have to put an end to this, and fast.

Furious, Vegeta got out of the shower, wondering about the real extent of that wish this stupid woman had made years ago. Was physical attraction really the only aspect the dragon had influence over? Was there more to this attraction than he thought, these words torn out against his will not being the fruit of his own drift, but rather the work of the mysterious hold the dragon had on his relationship with Bulma?

The Saiyan grabbed a towel and, questions flooding his head, he dried himself off summarily before heading to his bedroom. He needed to be alone, to lie down on his bed, away from distractions and temptation, to get his thoughts in order, and to think of a solution that would allow him to get out of this mess.

But he stopped short when he found the source of his distractions lying in his bed.

He thought he had been clear when he had asked her to leave. But apparently, the message had not conducted as he had hoped. He had wanted her to leave his room. But Bulma had interpreted his orders differently, and rather than returning to her personal quarters, she had simply left the shower to snuggle up in his covers. Her head resting on not one, but two of his pillows, her eyelids closed, her face peaceful, her breathing regular and deep, she was fast asleep in his bed without even having been invited.

Vegeta clenched his teeth once more. He approached the bed with the intention of waking her up and asking her to leave him alone.

He leaned towards her. Raised his hand over her shoulder to shake her awake.

And his eye caught once again the reflections of the moon in her teal hair.

That was all it took for him to be distracted, and he changed his mind.

Bulma was so serene. She was at the mercy of the numerous dangers on this ship, especially in this room with him standing nearby. But she had felt comfortable enough in his presence to fall peacefully into Morpheus's arms.

Vegeta frowned, bothered by an unfamiliar feeling that was starting to itch. He was used to being avoided like the plague. He was used to being distrusted. He was used to being treated as an enemy that must be approached with caution, and suspicion. All his life, people trembled in his presence, and had run away as if their ass were on fire as soon as they had the chance.

Bulma, on the contrary, had let her guard down and fell asleep in less than two minutes in his bed, oblivious to the menace he represented. To him, it seemed totally absurd. Completely thoughtless.

But here she was, trusting him like no one has done it before in his life.

Of course, after her forced transfer to the Quarters, a near-rape interrupted by the bloody decapitation of her attacker, the negotiations with Frieza and the revelations she had made to him about the dragon, not to mention all the fucking they had just indulged in, exhaustion had probably impaired Bulma's judgment. No sane person would have settled into the dangerous Saiyan prince's bed to fall unconscious with such carelessness.

But still, the emotion surging his body and mind at the idea of her showing such level of trust was…peculiar. And surprisingly agreeable.

Vegeta, gripped by a curious feeling of gratitude and admiration, abandoned the idea of chasing her away and rather than shaking her awake, he gently pulled on the blanket it to hide her bare shoulder, before laying down next to her in a hush.

She was tired. He needed to think, and her presence was not bothering him, after all. Hell, hearing her regular and pacific breathing strangely calmed his hustled mind. He would let her sleep a few minutes, an hour top, before waking her up and demand that she leaves so he could sleep alone.

…maybe he would even be tempted to fuck her one last time before doing it.

Vegeta, in peace with his decision to let her rest in his bed for a bit, turned his head to contemplate her captivating beauty brightened up by the moonlight.

Then, sleep took him too.

Ohhh how I wished I could have a cold shower like the one Bulma had!

I know, I know… I said that the chapters of this fic would be short. Woops…

But don't worry, this one is an exception. It is and will be the longest of the story, I swear. I simply couldn't find a way to shorten it without cutting into details, and splitting it in half felt like a sacrilege. Hence the long delay to publish… I'm sorry about that too.

Hopefully, the next chapter will be published pretty soon!

I hope you enjoyed it :) Thank you SO much for the comments by the way. I can't wait to share what's on my mind for the next few chapters!