.::TWENTY-FIVE::.
AN: Edited the chapter March 12th.
Bulma was so absorbed in rewatching the security footage of Vegeta's last moments in the gravity chamber when his voice suddenly cut through the silence. She nearly flew out of her chair as a sharp shriek escaped her lips. With her hand pressed firmly over her racing heart, she turned wide-eyed toward Vegeta, who now stood inside her office. Beads of sweat rolled down his bare chest, and his breathing was slightly uneven from the training he had just finished. He smirked at her, dark amusement flickering in his gaze, looking as if he were restraining a chuckle. Bulma frowned, her face twisting into an immediate scowl.
"It's not funny, Vegeta," she snapped, her voice laced with irritation.
"Looked pretty funny to me," he countered, crossing his arms over his chest.
A slow heat crept up Bulma's neck as embarrassment settled in. Desperate for something to do, she gathered the loose papers across her desk, stuffing them into a folder more forceful than necessary. Without sparing him another glance, she rose from her chair and strode toward the filing cabinet. She slid the folder inside with a little too much urgency, knowing full well she'd have to retrieve it later because half the contents were just notes and receipts she hadn't even meant to store away. When she turned back, her stomach lurched.
Vegeta had moved. No longer by the doorway, he now stood beside her desk, much closer than before. The small distance between them suddenly felt charged, and Bulma's pulse spiked in response. Her throat went dry, but she refused to let it show. Summoning every ounce of composure, she forced a bright, practiced smile onto her lips as if his proximity did not affect her whatsoever. With deliberate, slow movements, she sauntered back to her computer chair, settling into it with an air of nonchalance. She crossed one leg over the other and looked up at him.
"Can I help you with something?"
Bulma arched a perfectly manicured brow, watching as Vegeta's entire demeanor shifted instantly. The teasing look in his eyes darkened into something almost predatory. His smirk faded, replaced by a look that sent an unexpected jolt through her. The air between them grew thick, making the room feel immediately small. Then, Vegeta's gaze flicked to her computer screen, breaking the spell Bulma had felt herself falling into.
"Where's the humanoid robot?" he said sharply. "Is it ready? You've had it long enough by now."
The heat she'd felt only seconds ago quickly vanished, snuffed out like a candle in the wind. Bulma's smirk dropped instantly, replaced by a glare so sharp it could cut. She instantly became annoyed; it bubbled up so fast that she almost laughed at how easily he could turn her mood.
"I'll keep it as long as I need to. Thank you very much!" Bulma shot back, arms folding tightly over her chest.
Vegeta's scowl deepened. "I need it, woman! What about all those other gadgets in that room?"
Bulma shot to her feet, her chair rolling backward as she closed the gap between them.
"You're lucky I even let you train with that robot!"
"I'll go grab some myself."
She scoffed and rolled her eyes. "No one besides me and my dad even know the code to get into the room anyway."
Vegeta smirked and raised one hand, and a small orb of ki flickered to life above his palm.
"I don't need a code," he said, with amusement.
Bulma's breath caught. The sight of that energy in his palm sent a rush of memories flashing through her mind. He had done this before, and just like back then, she didn't believe he would hurt her, but that didn't mean she didn't want to strangle him.
"Oh, shut up, Vegeta," Bulma muttered, turning to her computer.
She refused to give him the satisfaction of a reaction, focusing instead on the nearly completed equation on her screen. She sat back down as her fingers danced over the keyboard. She felt the weight of his stare as it burned into her. Heat crawled up her neck and into her cheeks, and to block him from her peripheral vision, she let her hair fall over one side of her face. Finishing the equation, she exhaled and pretended to be busy by adding extra notes.
"I'll see if I can finish up the robot by tomorrow sometime," she said, still avoiding his gaze.
Silence. The only sound in the room was the clicking of her fingers against the keyboard. The longer he didn't respond, the faster her pulse hammered against her ribs.
"That… okay?" she asked tentatively.
Still nothing.
With a sigh, Bulma tucked her hair behind her ear and finally turned to look at him, only for her breath to catch in her throat. Her gaze landed just below his waist. The hardness straining against the fabric of his shorts was unmistakable. Her lips parted slightly, and her breath came out unevenly as she forced herself to drag her eyes upward. Before she reached his face, he called her name.
Vegeta rarely called her by name, and how he said it now sent a delicious shiver straight down her spine. When she finally met his gaze, her stomach tightened. The dark look he was giving her was intoxicating. Heat pooled deep within, and without thinking, she stood up, looping her arms around his neck as she pressed herself against him. A breath caught in her throat as his arousal pressed firmly against her stomach.
"Am I what you came for?" she questioned against his ear, her voice smooth and sultry.
Bulma let her lips brush the side of his ear. Vegeta took in a sharp inhale, and for a beat, he remained still. Then, with the barest tilt of his head, he gave a slight nod.
xXx
Vegeta wasn't entirely sure how it happened, not that he cared to really think about it, but one moment, they were down in her office, and the next, they were somehow stumbling into his sleeping quarters with Bulma's legs wrapped around his waist. Their hands trailed over each other as their lips pressed hungrily together. They crashed into the bathroom, breathless, and Vegeta set her on the countertop, pulling away from her reluctantly. He kept one hand on her waist, as he reached over, blindly turning the shower knob until it roared to life.
He turned his attention back to her. She had already removed her shoes, leaving her legs bare for his touch. Slowly, Vegeta trailed his fingertips up the smooth expanse of her thighs, grazing over the fabric of her shorts before gripping the hem of her t-shirt. Her breath hitched, but Bulma didn't hesitate; she lifted her arms gracefully as he peeled the garment from her body and tossed it to the tiled floor.
His gaze darkened as he moved to the waistband of her shorts, popping the button and sliding the zipper down at an agonizingly slow pace. With a firm tug, he eased them down her thighs. He reveled in the flawless, creamy skin that made his fingers twitch with the need to touch. He sucked in a sharp breath, his jaw tightening as he took in the sight of her sitting before him in nothing but her delicate pink undergarments.
Bulma smirked at his reaction, then she reached behind herself. In one fluid motion, she slipped off her top. The moment the fabric fell away, Vegeta was on her. His mouth latched onto her breast before he could think better of it; the taste of her skin and the feel of her hardened nipple against his tongue sent a jolt of heat straight to his gut. A deep moan escaped her lips as her head fell back, the sound vibrating through him, making his cock twitch in response.
His grip on her hips tightened, fingers digging into her flesh. He swirled his tongue around the sensitive peak, relishing the way she gasped and arched into him. Her fingers slid into his hair, tugging slightly, encouraging him, and he groaned against her skin. Vegeta found he couldn't stop and didn't want to. He was completely lost in her.
Once he had lavished attention on her right breast, Vegeta moved to the other, his tongue tracing slow, deliberate circles around the sensitive peak before pulling it into his mouth. Bulma's breath hitched, her fingers tightening in his hair as a shudder ran through her. The sounds she made and the way her body arched into him left no doubt that she was enjoying every second of it. He could feel the rapid rise and fall of her chest beneath his hands, her skin hot and flushed.
When he finally lifted his head from her nipple, steam coated the room in a thick haze. Vegeta leaned in again, capturing her mouth in a deep, urgent kiss. Their tongues tangled, their breaths mingled, and she melted against him, her arms wrapping around his neck, holding onto him as if she never wanted to let go.
Time slipped away, becoming irrelevant as they drowned in each other. The kiss left him dizzy, his pulse hammering wildly in his ears, but the moment they pulled apart, he was already moving again. His hands found the waistband of her last remaining piece of clothing, and with one swift motion, he slid it down her legs and cast her underwear aside.
Vegeta licked his lips. Bulma was utterly bare before him now, sitting on the cool marble counter, her legs parted as he stood in between them. Vegeta let out an involuntary growl, low and guttural, his body reacting instinctively to the sight of her. She was breathtaking; more beautiful than he had ever imagined, more intoxicating than anything he had ever known. His restraint was hanging by a thread, but first, the shower.
Wasting no time, Vegeta kicked off his shoes and socks, then shoved his shorts off in one fluid motion, not wanting to waste a second being away from her. The moment he was free of them, he reached for her, lifting her effortlessly into his arms. Bulma instantly wrapped her legs around his waist, pressing herself flush against him, her lips finding his in another feverish kiss.
He carried her to the shower, their hands exploring, as they were desperate for more. It was reckless and consuming—a force neither of them could resist. And for once, Vegeta didn't try to understand the connection he shared with her. He didn't care about logic, about consequences, about anything beyond this moment and the way her body felt against his. Because right now, Bulma was everything. As essential to him as the air in his lungs or the blood in his veins, and he wasn't about to let go.
The water was scorching as it cascaded over them, but a strange chill raced down Vegeta's spine the moment he stepped them both under the spray. His skin was alive with sensation, every nerve heightened, not just from the heat of the water but from the woman in his arms. Bulma was the one to break their kiss this time, her lips parting from his with a soft gasp. He didn't protest, too mesmerized by what she did next.
Tilting her head back, she turned toward the showerhead, allowing the water to drench her hair, soaking the strands until they clung to her glistening skin. Her eyes fluttered shut in bliss, and she reached up, running her fingers through the wet tresses, smoothing them back from her face. But Vegeta barely noticed that.
His attention was entirely fixated on the way her breasts moved, swaying ever so slightly in front of his face. Droplets of water trailed over their soft curves, and he found his tongue darting out to wet his lips, his cock twitching against the curve of her ass at the sheer temptation of it.
Without hesitation, Vegeta leaned in, capturing one of her taut nipples in his mouth. Bulma gasped, the sound morphing into a moan as her fingers dropped from her hair to his shoulders instead.
"Oh, Vegeta," she purred, her voice thick with pleasure.
She responded by arching forward and pressing her breast deeper into his mouth. He groaned against her skin, reveling in the way she gave herself to him so willingly. He flicked his tongue over the hardened peak, then sucked, then bit. She inhaled sharply, and Vegeta smirked against her skin, enjoying the way her thighs clenched around him, the way her nails dug into his shoulders. He wanted her. Kami, he wanted her so badly it nearly drove him insane. But he wasn't going to rush this. Vegeta was going to take his time.
Bulma's hands slid up, framing the sides of his face. Her touch was gentle yet firm as she guided his head back so he could look up at her. Vegeta complied without hesitation, allowing her to take control. His dark eyes locked onto hers, and her bright blue gaze burned with desire. She then crashed her lips onto his, claiming his mouth with a fiery intensity that sent heat spiraling through his entire body. Her tongue flicked out, seeking his, teasing, coaxing him into a deep, feverish dance. Vegeta growled low in his throat, his grip on her tightening as he responded in kind, matching her fervor with his own.
Her fingers trailed from his jaw into the damp strands of his hair, threading through them before suddenly gripping hard. Without warning, she yanked his head back, forcing their lips apart. His breath hitched, a guttural sound escaping him as his eyes widened in surprise. A rush of arousal shot through him at the unexpected display of dominance, his cock twitching in response.
Bulma smirked, her chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. Vegeta felt his heart hammer against his ribs, his blood roaring in his ears. He loved this side of her. Loved the way she took control, the way she wasn't afraid to challenge him. He loved the way she wasn't... afraid of him.
Vegeta took in a deep breath, his nostrils flaring as a new, intoxicating scent filled the air.
Her arousal.
Vegeta's entire body trembled at the undeniable proof of her desire. The primal part of him urged him to take her right then and there, to claim her within the heat of the shower. His fingers flexed against her skin, his restraint hanging by a thread. Before he lost himself completely, Vegeta exhaled sharply and, with gentle hands, lowered her onto her feet.
xXx
Bulma felt disappointed when he set her down, but she refused to let it linger. Instead, she reached for the washcloth draped over the side of the tub. She placed it under the shower spray and worked the bar of soap into the fabric until a thick lather formed. With deliberate slowness, she ran the cloth over her skin, the soft suds clinging to her body as she trailed it down her arms.
When she reached her breasts, she took her time, rubbing the cloth over the supple curves. A sharp intake of breath from Vegeta made her glance up. His hands were clenched into fists at his sides, his jaw locked tight. He was watching her, just as she'd hoped. The last time they'd bathed together, he had washed every inch of her with surprising care. This time, she wanted to do the same for him.
And as she slid the washcloth between her legs, she caught the subtle twitch of his jaw, the way he bit his bottom lip. Heat flooded her, but she refused to dwell on the ache growing within her core. After lathering up the rest of her body, Bulma stepped under the cascade of water and rinsed off the suds from her skin.
She sat down the wash cloth and picked back up the soap, lathering it between her hands, then she turned to face him. Without hesitation, Bulma walked over, reaching for his shoulders, pressing her hands against his solid muscles. The soap slicked over his skin as she touched his powerful arms, savoring the feeling of his strength beneath her fingertips.
Bulma took her time working over his chest and sculpted abs. Her core throbbed as her hands drifted lower, but she resisted the temptation to linger where she most wanted to touch. Lowering herself into a squat, she let her face hover close to his straining length, purposely keeping the barest distance between them.
Eventually, she tilted her chin up, meeting his gaze with a teasing glint in her eyes, watching how he breathed heavily. She ran her hands down his powerful thighs slowly, her hands pressing into the firm muscle as she soaped his legs. Rising to her feet, Bulma couldn't help herself. She leaned in, pressing a quick, teasing kiss to his lips, just a brief pop before pulling away. But even that fleeting contact sent a jolt of electricity through her, and she barely had a moment to savor it before she wrapped her soaped up hand around his cock.
Vegeta jerked at her touch, his entire body tensing, and a deep, guttural sound rumbled from his throat. The reaction sent a delicious shiver down Bulma's spine, her own pleasure igniting at the sheer power of it. She had wanted him so badly, aching for him when he'd held her earlier, waiting for him to claim her right there against the tiled wall. When he hadn't, disappointment had gnawed at her.
The restraint had only heightened her desire, sharpening it into something primal, something feral. She felt ravenous, her need for him and insatiable hunger. A part of her wanted to shove him against the nearest surface, straddle his hips, and sink down onto him, riding him until they were both utterly wrecked. But somehow, she understood now that his control had made the anticipation burn hotter, making this moment all the more excruciating in the best possible way.
Her fingers tightened slightly as she stroked him, dragging the soap in slow deliberate motions along his length. The warm lather made each glide smooth and slick, and Vegeta twitched at every pass, his body betraying just how much he wanted this. Vegeta inhaled sharply, his breath catching in his throat, and his eyes, dark and burning with hunger, never left hers. Bulma watched his nostrils flare, his chest rising and falling with increasing urgency as her hands worked him over. She smirked, dragging her fingers along his length once more.
"Fuck, Bulma," he growled, his voice deep.
The sound of her name on his lips sent a shiver down her spine. She bit down on her bottom lip, barely restraining the moan that threatened to escape. Bulma loved it when he called her name like that. Her fingers tightened around his cock, gripping him firmly as she continued her slow, deliberate strokes. The slickness of the soap made each movement fluid and effortless, and she reveled in the way his body tensed beneath her touch.
"I want you so bad, Vegeta," she whispered, the confession spilling from her lips before she could stop it. "Always have. Ever since Namek."
His dark, hungry gaze locked onto hers, and for a moment, she thought she saw something flicker in those obsidian depths. Her tongue darted out, sweeping over his bottom lip, and then, before she could think, Vegeta moved.
In an instant, her back met the cool tiled wall, his body caging hers. One of his hands slammed against the wall beside her head, his palm splayed wide, effectively pinning her in place. His body radiated heat, his chest so close she could feel the energy rolling off him in waves. All the while, Bulma's motions never faltered. She kept stroking him, her rhythm steady, slow, and unrelenting.
"Ever since Namek, huh?" Vegeta's voice was low, almost thick, and slurred in a way that made him sound intoxicated.
Bulma nodded, her movements faltering just slightly before regaining their pace.
"Yeah," she murmured.
Vegeta's brow arched in question. "Weren't you still with that pathetic human?"
Bulma's brow quirked at the question. What an odd thing to ask, she thought. Even so, she tilted her head slightly, considering him, her hand never pausing.
"Yeah," Bulma admitted, her voice steady. "I was."
Vegeta had been so close to her face, his breath mingling with hers, his body taut with need. But the moment the words left her mouth, everything changed. Vegeta's expression changed; the sultry haze that had darkened his gaze only moments ago vanished, replaced by something unreadable. He straightened, pulling back. It was an odd reaction.
And then, realization struck her like a punch to the gut. Vegeta didn't like it. Not the confession itself, but the implication. The idea was that she wanted another man, and she desired him while being with someone else. Bulma's hands froze mid-motion, her mind scrambling to process. The shift in his demeanor was so abrupt, so severe that it left her breathless.
Without hesitation, Bulma released him, sliding her hands up to wrap around his neck. She pressed her body fully against his, her naked skin molding to his heat. She hovered inches from his face, refusing to let him pull away any further, locking eyes with him in silent challenge.
"We'd been drifting apart for a long time," she said, her voice softer now, careful. Bulma wasn't sure if this explanation mattered to him, but she told him anyway. "He cheated on me. More than once."
Vegeta stiffened. His head jerked back slightly, his brows knitting together, twisting into something almost… disbelieving. His reaction was nothing like she had expected.
"Cheated on you?" he repeated, his voice low.
His scowl deepened as if the very idea offended him. Bulma's stomach twisted. She nodded absently, not really wanting to dwell on the past, especially right now.
"Mmhmm," she agreed.
Vegeta said nothing for a long time, but his gaze never wavered. His eyes bore into hers with an intensity that made her heart thump harder against her ribs.
"He's exactly like I thought he was when I first met him," Vegeta finally said.
Bulma swallowed, unable to resist. "And what did you think?"
Vegeta didn't hesitate. "Pathetic."
Just one word. One single word, and yet it struck her harder than she expected. A warmth bloomed in her chest. Tears welled in her eyes before she could stop them, but thankfully, the streaming water cascading down their bodies masked the evidence. Bulma blinked them away, focusing instead on the man before her.
It was strange, almost unreal, that this ruthless fighter, someone who had destroyed entire civilizations, entire planets, thought she was worth loyalty. Worth more than what Yamcha had given her. A slow smile spread across her lips as she met Vegeta's gaze once more.
"He is pathetic," she said, a quiet laugh bubbling up, making her feel lighter than she'd felt in a long time.
xXx
Vegeta was furious. Rage coiled in his chest like a beast, clawing at him, demanding release. The thought of that pathetic weakling, that sniveling excuse of a man, made his blood boil. He wanted to find Yamcha, tear him apart limb by limb, and beat his face into the ground until his very existence was nothing but a forgotten stain on the Earth. He deserved it.
But then, he looked at Bulma as she reached back down, grabbing him again. Vegeta's chest heaved, his entire body rigid with restraint as pleasure ran through him. How was he even managing to hold himself together? The way she touched him so confidently was intoxicating and undoing him moment by moment. And just like that, all thoughts of violence, of vengence, of that insufferable human, faded into nothingness. He would deal with him another time.
Bulma let go of his cock and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him close. The moment their lips met, Vegeta's eyes fluttered shut, and he pulled her against him. Her soft curves pressed into his solid frame, fitting against him like she was made to be there. Bulma moaned into his mouth, the vibration sending a delicious shiver down his spine. His cock twitched against her stomach, the ache to be inside her almost unbearable. Kami, he wanted her right now! But Vegeta was patient. He would savor this.
Their hands roamed over each other. Her nails dragged along the muscled ridges of his back while his hands slid over the curves of her hips. Their tongues tangled in a slow, heated dance, each stroke stoking the fire between them. Eventually, however, necessity won over indulgence. Vegeta broke the kiss, inhaling deeply, his chest rising and falling as he tried to steady his breath. He hadn't wanted to stop; every part of him screamed to keep going, but he needed air.
Brushing aside the strands of damp hair sticking to her forehead, he cradled her face between his palms, his thumbs grazing her cheek. His gaze softened before he leaned in and stole another kiss, unable to resist the pull of her lips. Bulma's mouth curled into a slow, devious smile, her blue eyes gleaming with mischief. Vegeta narrowed his eyes slightly, wondering what she was scheming. Then, before he could react, she sank down to her knees, her delicate fingers grazing down his abdomen as she lowered herself in front of him. His breath hitched as she settled between his legs, her face now directly in front of his aching length.
Vegeta's heart pounded, a surge of heat pooling low in his stomach. She stared at him through her thick lashes, her smirk widening as she wrapped her fingers around him. His cock pulsed in her grip, and a deep growl vibrated in his throat as her touch sent a wave of pleasure surging through him. Her gaze flickered downward, her fingers tightening.
Then, ever so slowly, she parted her lips, the tip of her tongue slipping out to tease the sensitive skin. Vegeta's entire body tensed, a shudder rolling down his spine as she dragged her tongue up the length of him, circling the head in a slow, tortuous motion. A deep moan escaped him.
As Bulma's lips made contact with the sensitive head of Vegeta's cock, a surge of intense pleasure coursed through his entire body, causing his vision to blur and his senses to reel. The sensation was so overwhelming that he felt himself swaying, his legs threatening to buckle beneath him. He instinctively reached out and placed his hands against the cold, tiled wall to prevent himself from collapsing.
With her hot mouth around him, she began to move her head in a slow, rhythmic motion, a sensation that was both exhilarating and tortoruous. As she sucked on him, she also incorperted her hand into the mix, using it to stroke and caress his cock in a way that perfectly complemted the movements of her mouth. The combination of sensations was almost too much for Vegeta to bear, and he felt himself cursing under his breath as he struggled to maintain control.
As he watched Bulma work her magic, Vegeta couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and wonder. He had experienced sex with other beings in the past, but none of them had ever made him feel the way that she did. Something about the way she touched him, the way she moved, seemed to speak directly to his core, awakening sensations and emotions that he had never known existed.
As Bulma continued to suck and stroke him, Vegeta's knees began to wobble and his legs trembled with pleasure. Her mouth was a warm, wet haven that seemed to be pulling him in, drawing him deeper with each passing moment. Although she coudln't take his entire cock into her mouth, the way she was working him was still managing to drive him wild, making him see stars and feeling as if he was floating on a cloud of pure pleasure.
Just when Vegeta thought he would lose himself completely, Bulma paused and looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with a sultry, mischievous glint.
"Feel good?" she asked, her voice low and husky.
Vegeta nodded quickly, feeling a flush rise to his cheeks as he struggled to find his voice.
"Fuck yeah," he muttered finally, the words tumbling out of his mouth in a rush.
xXx
Once out of the shower and dried off, Vegeta scooped Bulma into his arms without a word. Steam curled from the open bathroom, trailing after them as he carried her into his darkened bedroom. The only illumination came from the bathroom, casting a soft golden glow that barely reached the edges of the bed. With a gentleness that made her breath hitch, he lowered her onto his bed. The cool sheets met her bare skin, and something in her chest ached, swelling with emotions so deep it nearly overwhelmed her. She loved him. The realization settled in her bones like a truth she had always known but never dared to acknowledge.
She knew, without a doubt, that Vegeta would never say the words back. He wasn't built for that kind of vulnerability. But as he lay beside her, his dark eyes soft in the dim light, his expression unguarded in a way she rarely saw, Bulma found that it didn't matter. His actions spoke volumes.
Slowly, he reached for her, his fingertips grazing her cheek before cupping it fully. The warmth of his palm sent shivers down her spine. He tugged her closer, his thumb brushing over her skin in an almost reverent touch. Their breaths mingle, and for a moment, time stretched, holding them in anticipation. Then, finally, his lips met hers.
Fireworks. That was the only way to describe the rush of heat, the spark that ignited in her very core. She felt weightless, lost in the sensation of him, the rough-yet-gentle way he kissed her. How was she supposed to ever grow used to this? Never in a million years had she imagined she'd end up here, wrapped in Vegeta's arms, completely bare, and pressed against him with nothing between but heat and longing. Life had a way of throwing the unexpected at her, and right now, she had no intention of fighting it. Instead, she surrendered to the moment, letting herself get swept away.
Vegeta broke the kiss, his lips leaving hers with a slow, lingering pull that sent a shiver down Bulma's spine. As he shifted lower, she let her head fall back against the pillows, her breath coming in soft, uneven pants. The heat of his mouth traveled down the curve of her neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses to her skin, leaving a trail of fire in its wake.
When he reached her breast, his tongue flicked over the sensitive peak before pulling it fully into his mouth. A sharp moan escaped her lips, her fingers instinctively threading through his thick hair. She felt the slow drag of his tongue, and the way he sucked just enough to make her back arch off the bed. Vegeta glanced up at her through lidded eyes, watching her reaction. Then, he smirked. It was playful in a way she had never expected from him, and the sight of it sent a strange warmth through her chest.
A smile tugged at the corner of her lips, and she licked them as she gazed down. She never thought she'd see Vegeta like this and Bulma was in awe. Somehow, she had melted away some of that hardened exterior, even if just for a moment. And the fact that she was the one to do it, that he felt at ease enough with her to let go like this, made her feel… honored. Special.
Then, she felt his hand slide across her stomach. Her muscles tensed under his touch, anticipation curling in her gut as his fingers traveled lower. A sharp inhale hitched in her throat when his hand paused just above the juncture of her thighs, his fingers grazing the soft tuft of hair.
"Oh, Vegeta," she whispered, her voice barely above a breath.
He pulled his mouth away from her breast, lifting his head to look at her. The heat in his dark eyes was undeniable, but there was something else beneath it, something unexpectedly tender.
Then his hand dipped lower. Bulma gasped, her body jolting at the first brush of his fingers against her slick heat. Pleasure curled through her like a slow burning wave. But even through her haze of desire, she caught the way Vegeta's brow furrowed slightly, the hint of hesitation flickering across his expression.
"Is this okay?" he asked, his voice quieter than usual.
His hand stilled. Bulma's heart pounded so fiercely she swore he could hear it. She swallowed past the lump in her throat and gave the smallest nod.
"It's perfect," she whispered.
Bulma wasn't sure what exactly changed, but the moment her words left her lips, something flickered across Vegeta's face. His dark eyes locked onto hers. Then, without hesitation, he closed the space between them, capturing her lips in another kiss.
It was slower this time, lingering, his mouth moving against hers with deliberateness. A breathless sigh escaped her as she felt his fingers resume their descent, gliding along her slick folds with exquisite slowness. When he came back up, his fingertips barely brushed over the small bundle of nerves at the apex, her entire body jerked in response, the pleasure so sharp and sudden that she cried out against his lips.
Apparently taking note of her reaction, Vegeta kept his fingers teasingly light around her most sensitive spot, circling it with a touch so delicate it sent shivers through her. But he wasn't content to stop there; he dipped his fingers lower again before dragging them back up, slick with her arousal, repeating the motion with an almost calculated precision.
Bulma moaned again, her body arching toward him, craving more. Her hands found his face, cupping his sharp jaw as she looked up at him through half-lidded eyes, her lips curling into a smile.
And then…he smiled back.
It was a real smile. Soft and genuine. The sight of it stole the air from her lungs. It transformed his usual intense features, smoothing the sharp edges and making him look almost… at peace. There were no furrowed brows or scowls. No tension hardened his expression. His eyes were open, unguarded in a way she had never seen before. Bulma's heart fluttered wildly in her chest.
Still holding onto him, she gasped when she felt him press a single finger inside her. The slow, careful intrusion sent delicious heat throughout her body. But then, he hesitated.
"It's okay," she told him reassuringly. "Keep going."
And he did. Vegeta pushed his finger deeper inside her, the slow, deliberate stretch making her back arch against the mattress. Her breath hitched, and then–
"Fuck!" Bulma gasped, the word ripped from her lungs.
Her hands slipped from his face, fingers curling into the sheets as her eyes fluttered shut. He kept going, his touch steady, precise, dragging his finger in and out of her with an almost maddening patience. Every so often, his palm grazed her clit, sending pulses of pleasure shooting through her.
Then, he added a second finger. Bulma's breath caught in her throat, and her hand scrambled for his shoulder while one gripped the sheets. Vegeta didn't speak; instead, his gaze was locked on his hand, completely focused on what he was doing to her. He was watching his fingers as they worked her.
The realization that he was enjoying this, that he was taking pleasure in pleasuring her, made her dizzy with arousal. She couldn't quite believe it. The proud, untouchable Saiyan Prince was here with her, doing this and treating her with a gentleness she would never have imagined.
"Feels…so good," she managed to murmur, her voice breathless, husky.
At her words, a low, deep growl rumbled from his chest, the sound so raw and primal that her core clenched around his fingers in response.
That sound… That damn sound. It sent a hot rush of pleasure straight through her, making her body tighten, her thighs quiver. She had no idea why, but that growl alone had her on the verge of losing herself.
Then, he pulled his fingers out. A desperate whimper slipped past her lips at the sudden loss, her body still pulsing from the aftermath of his touch. She barely had a chance to process it before he began shifting on the bed.
For a second, she thought he was moving to settle over her, to take her, but no. Instead, he moved lower.
And lower.
Bulma's breath hitched, her heart hammering wildly as she realized what he was about to do. Her entire body tensed in anticipation, and she forgot how to breathe.
xXx
As Vegeta positioned himself between her open legs, he was captivated by her beauty. Her most intimate and vulnerable area was exposed, glistening with moisture and inviting him to explore. The mere sight of her in this state sent a wave of intense pleasure coursing through his body, leaving him breathless.
Summoning his courage, Vegeta leaned in, his tongue tentatively making contact with her sensitive flesh. The moment their skin touched, she let out a deep, throaty moan, the sound echoing through the air and fueling his desire. Her response was more passionate than when he had touched her with his hand, and it only served to heighten his arousal.
Vegeta's hands instinctively went to her thighs, gently prying them further apart and granting him greater access to her most intimate areas. As he delved deeper, his tongue dancing across her skin, he rediscovered the small, sensitive spot at the top of her cleft that had responded so eagerly to his touch earlier. He zeroed in on this delicate bud, his tongue flicking back and forth across its surface, and was rewarded with another, even louder moan.
Her hips arched into him, a clear indication of the intense pleasure she was experiencing. Vegeta's own desire continued to build, his need to be inside her growing more by the second. Yet, he found himself reluctant to abandon this intimate moment between them. The taste of her was sublime, like honey on his tongue, and the way she was responding to his ministrations absolutely turned him on.
In a moment of playful experimentation, Vegeta dipped his tongue inside her, and her entire body jerked upward, her hips lifting off the bed in a sudden, involuntary movement. A sly smirk spread across his face as he repeated the motion, burying his tongue inside her again and again, each gentle invasion eliciting a fresh wave of pleasure through him.
"Oh, Vegeta!" she exclaimed, her voice barely above a whisper and laced with an undeniable urgency and desire.
With one final, languid flick of his tongue at the apex of her glistening cleft, Vegeta rose up from his intimate exploration, his eyes locking onto hers as he crawled up the bed, unable to resist the temptation any longer. He positioned himself between her legs, his powerful thighs straddling her hips, and his cock brushed against her wet swollen entrance, sending a shiver of anticipation through his body. However, he resisted the temptation to push inside, instead choosing to savor the moment, to tease her.
Vegeta's lips descended upon hers, his kiss deep and passionate, as he allowed her to taste the essence of her own arousal. Bulma's moan was lost in the depths of his mouth, her arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him closer, as their tongues danced together in a sensual rhythm. The warmth of their bodies mingled together, his muscled physique a striking contrast to her soft, curved form, as they pressed together, their hearts beating in unison.
His cock continued to tease her, gliding against her opening, the head rubbing against her sensitive flesh, but never quite penetrating. Vegeta knew he was driving her wild, her squirming beneath him a testament to the intensity of her desire. He reveled in her reactions, his own passion building with each passing moment, as he deliberately prolonged their foreplay, drawing out the anticipation.
When he was certain she was more than ready, Vegeta broke their kiss, his hand guiding his cock to her entrance. With a gentle touch, he positioned himself, placing his forehead against hers, his gaze locking onto hers, their eyes burning with an unspoken understanding, as he slowly pushed inside her.
The moment their bodies merged, they both moaned in unison as pleasure coursed through Vegeta's veins like liquid fire. He buried himself to the hilt within her, his cock filling her completly. The sensation was almost overwhelming, his passion and hers mingling as he began to move.
It was the best feeling he had ever experienced, surpassing any pleasure he had encountered throughout his fast travels across the galaxy. This human woman had awakened a depth of feeling within him that he had never thought possible, and as he pulled out of her, the tightness of her body sent shockwaves of delight coursing through his entire being. A shudder ran down his spine, his muscles tense in response to the sheer intensity of the pleasure.
"Fucking amazing," Vegeta murmured, his voice low and husky, as he bestowed a brief, yet passionate kiss on her lips, before pushing back into her.
The sensation was almost overwhelming, his cock gliding effortlessly into her again, as if her body was tailored specifically to his. Bulma's response was immediate, her nails digging into the skin of his shoulder, the gentle pain a testament to the fever of her passion. It was a struggle for Vegeta to resist the primal urge to simply fuck her, to surrerder to the raw desire that had driven him in his previous encounters, not just with her, but with all his past bedmates. However, tonight was different, tonight he was driven by a desire to savor every moment, to prolong their intimacy.
He rose, bracing his knees on the bed. Vegeta began to increase the tempo of his thrusts, his hands grasped her thighs, holding her in place as he watched, transfixed, as his cock slid in and out of her with ease. The visual was mesmerizing, the gentle glide of his flesh into hers, the way her body seemed to welcome him, to cradle him, and yet, he found himself drawn, inexorable, to her face.
She lay back on the pillows, her mouth slightly ajar, panting. Her eyes were closed, her eyelids fluttering, as if she was lost in the intensity of the moment. It was long before she opened them, though, her gaze locking onto his, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of pleasure and adoration. Vegeta's heart swelled, his chest expanding as he gazed into her eyes, their connection forging a bond that went far beyond the physical.
It was as if time itself had come to a standstill, and Vegeta's entire world had been reduced to the singular, piercing gaze of Bulma's perfect blue eyes. When their eyes met, he felt a sensation that was akin to being struck by a bolt of lightning, leaving him breathless and disoriented. His lungs seemed to forget their purpose, and his chest froze as if the mere act of breathing had become an impossible task. His movements faltered, his body momentarily losing its coordination.
However, Vegeta's pride and determination quickly reasserted themselves, and he gathered his composure, his body responding to the primal urges that drove him. But his heartbeat was another matter altogether, racing at an alarming pace as if it was trying to keep up with the torrent of emotions that threatened to overwhelm him. He coudln't help but wonder, in the back of his mind, if he was on the verge of a heart attack, the thought sending a flicker of fear through his chest. It was absurd, he knew, but he couldn't shake off the feeling that his body was reacting in ways he couldn't understand, all because of a single glance from Bulma.
With effort, Vegeta tore his gaze away from hers, his eyes dropping to watch with a mixture of fascination and awe, as his cock slid in and out of her body. The sight was bewitching, his flesh glistening with a fine sheen of sweat and moisture, and as he watched, a low primal growl escaped his lips, the sound rumbling deep within his chest. The pleasure was almost too much to bear, and Vegeta's lips curled back, his teeth sinking into his lower lip as he struggled to maintain control.
With a newfound sense of urgency, Vegeta leaned down, his body pressing flush against Bulma's, their skin slick with sweat, their hearts pounding in unison. He supported himself on one arm, his muscles tensed, as he wrapped the other around her shoulders, pulling their faces close, their lips almost touching. The air was thick with tension, heavy with anticipation. Vegeta picked up the pace, his movements becoming more desperate as he sought to satiate the hunger that had been building within him.
xXx
Bulma clung to him, arms wrapped tightly around his neck, pressing her chest against his sweat-slicked skin as his body met hers with deep, rhythmic thrusts. Each movement sent jolts of pleasure through her, hitting just the right spot, and she felt that familiar tightening in her core, the slow build toward something uncontrollable. Bulma pressed her fingers against his shoulder, a silent request. He halted instantly, his eyes searching hers with a flicker of concern, his breathing heavy against her cheek.
"Let me get on top," she murmured quickly, not wanting him to misunderstand.
His response was a slow, knowing smirk, one that made her stomach tighten in anticipation. Without hesitation, he shifted beneath her, rolling onto his back with ease. Bulma wasted no time straddling him, her thighs wrapping over his hips. She reached down, wrapping her fingers around his slick length, positioning him at her entrance.
"Fuck," he exhaled sharply, the curse slipping past his lips as she teased him, holding him just at her entrance but not yet sinking down.
She leaned forward, pressing her mouth against his, her tongue flicking playfully against his lips. His smirk deepened into something darker, something possessive, and she felt a pulse of satisfaction at the way his hands gripped her thighs. When she took his bottom lip between her teeth, sucking it into her mouth, his restraint snapped.
With a sharp inhale, he thrust upward, pushing himself deeper into her. A gasp escaped Bulma as she pulled back, letting his lip go. Instead of immediately taking him in fully, she lifted herself off, letting his cock slip free, the head glistening as it smacked against his abdomen.
"You're not going to be in control while I'm on top, Vegeta," Bulma teased.
A dark, low chuckle rumbled from his chest. "Is that so?"
Bulma smirked and leaned in, nipping at the sensitive shell of his ear. He inhaled sharply.
"Definitely," she shispered, her breath against his skin.
Finally, she shifted back, positioning herself just right, letting the swollen head of his cock slip into her wetness, before pulling away again, teasing him. Vegeta's jaw clenched and Bulma smirked.
Deciding to reward him, she finally took him in just a little, enough to make him feel her warmth, before leaning down and capturing his lips. He kissed her back with immediate hunger, his grip tightening as he tangled his fingers into her hair, holding her to him as he deepened the kiss. His tongue slid against her, matching the slow rhythm of her movements as she worked just the tip of his cock, keeping him right on the edge. Wanting him to ache for more.
When she finally pulled back for air, her lips were swollen and tingling. She braced her hands against his broad chest. Then, ever so slowly, she began to lower herself onto him, taking him deeper inch by inch. Vegeta let out a deep, guttural grunt, his head pressing back against the pillow. His eyes locked onto hers, dark and filled with intensity, and she couldn't stop the moan that spilled from her lips as she took him fully inside of her. The sensation of being stretched, of being completely filled by him, sent waves of pleasure rolling through her.
Bulma started to move, rolling her hips in slow, deliberate circles, grinding down on him in a way that sent sharp sparks of pleasure shooting through her entire body. Lifting her hand from his chest, she gave him a playful wink before running her fingers through her own hair, pushing it back as she began bouncing on him, setting her own pace.
Every time her body met his, she felt the deep, satisfying friction, the way he filled her so perfectly. Vegeta's eyes were locked onto where they were connected, watching intently as she moved on him, his grip tightening on her hips. The sight of his expression only made her want to push him further. The pressure of his grip sent a thrill down her spine, and she couldn't help but smirk. She was driving him crazy, and she loved every second of it. It wasn't long before the pressure inside her coiled dangerously tight, heat spreading through her body as she felt her climax creeping closer. Bulma wasn't ready to let go, and with a reluctant sigh, she slowed her movements, trying to regain control. Vegeta's smirk deepened the moment she faltered, his dark eyes gleaming as if he knew.
"Feeling too good for you, woman?" he drawled, tilting his head slightly, watching her reaction.
Bulma's legs trembled where they straddled his waist, her body betraying just how close she was. She bit her lip, smiling through the haze of pleasure.
"Oh yeah," she admitted breathlessly.
His smirk widened. "How about you take a break?"
Before she could process what he said, Vegeta moved with effortless strength, gripping her hips and lifting her off him. She gasped at the sudden loss, her inner walls still pulsing from the denial of release, but the disappointment was fleeting. In a fluid motion, he laid her gently on her back, his body hovering over hers.
Bulma swallowed hard, her breathing uneven as she stared up at him. His gaze roamed over her, slow and deliberate, drinking her in. The way his eyes darkened as he traced every inch of her bare skin sent a surge of power through her.
"Love what you see, Vegeta?" The words tumbled out of her mouth, breathless.
Her heart pounded, anticipation curling through her stomach as she waited for his response. His expression shifted at her question, the amusement fading into something deeper. His dark eyes locked onto hers, and for a moment, she forgot how to breathe.
"Yes," he whispered.
It was a single word, so small, so simple, but the weight behind it made her chest tighten. There was no arrogance in his voice, no cocky smirk. Just certainty.
"Yes," he repeated again, his voice a little louder this time as he slid back into her.
A moan escaped Bulma's lips, and Vegeta leaned forward, his hands next to her head. For some reason, tears welled in her eyes. She blinked them away.
"For how long?" she asked him, placing her hands on his shoulders.
Bulma couldn't believe she'd even asked that, but she couldn't help herself, she had to know. Vegeta didn't answer right away, Instead, he pushed in and out of her slowly at first, then eventually he picked up the pace. Vegeta then leaned down and kissed her lips quickly, then rested his head next to hers.
"Forever," he whispered, his voice barely audible even though his mouth was right next to her ear.
Bulma wrapped her arms around his shoulders, tears welling in her eyes again, holding on to him tightly as their bodies slapped against each other and pleasure soared through her. This whole moment had to be a dream. There was no other explanation. The transformation that led the two of them to where they were right now had to be a dream. Though she wasn't sure what his forever exactly meant, it was everything she could ask for. Without a doubt, Bulma knew that she loved this man in between her legs with all and everything she was.
xXx
The pleasure that tore through Vegeta as he drove into her tight, slick heat was nearly unbearable. It clawed at him, burned through his veins, and threatened to consume him entirely. Her body was perfect, warm and soft, made for him. And the way she held onto him like she never wanted to let go only fueled the fire surging within him.
Her nails dug into his back, sharp little crecents that marked him as hers, but it wasn't pain that made his chest tighten. It was the scent, the subtle but unmistakable scent of her tears. The salty wetness clung to the air between them, and something deep inside him twisted.
His heart ached. A heart that had been frozen over, beaten down by years of solitude and suffering, ached. Vegeta hated that he was the reason for her tears. Hated that even in a moment of such raw intensity, she cried. But he knew these weren't tears of sadness.
Vegeta dipped his head next to hers, and his lips brushed against the shell of her ear as he whispered, "You're perfect."
His pace never faltered, each thrust deep and unrelenting, gliding into her with no resistance, completely lost in the heat of her body. She met each movement, rolling her hips in perfect rhythm, drawing him deeper, taking everything he gave her.
"You… are… too," she whispered next to his ear through each thrust.
Vegeta's rhythm stuttered, his entire body stilling for half a second as his mind processed what she had just said. His eyes widened. No one had ever called him that before. No one had ever looked at him and thought him perfect.
Bulma had turned his world inside out, had unraveled the foundation of everything he thought he knew about himself, and yet, somehow, it wasn't for the worse. He was here, in this moment, choosing to be with her. For the first time in his life, his future was truly his own. And when he thought about what lay ahead of him, the woman beneath him, clinging to him as he fucked her, who was crying out for him, was in it. And for some reason, that didn't terrify him like he thought it would.
Vegeta's grip on her tightened as he picked up his pace, each thrust more desperate, more forceful. His breath came in ragged pants, his entire body coiled tight as his climax loomed closer, threatening to crash over him. He wanted to hold on to this moment forever, but the way she clenched around him, so hot, so wet, so perfect, made it impossible to slow down.
The rhythmic slap of their bodies filled the air, mingling with their ragged breaths and husky groans. Each sound only heightened his pleasure, sending jolts of electricity racing down his spine. But it was her nails, the way they scraped over his back, digging into his skin like she was holding on to him for dear life, that truly sent him spiraling. The sharp sting mixed with the pleasure, making him feel more alive than he had in forever.
"Vegeta," she gasped, her words barely more than a whisper. "I'm gonna' cum!"
Something inside him snapped. His vision went red, his primal instincts taking over as he drove into her with wild, unrestrained force. Her legs locked around his waist, her body tightening around her, her cries of pleasure pushing him further, harder deeper. They were both on edge, teetering on that unbearable precipice together.
Needing to see her, he rose onto his hands, planting them on either side of her shoulders as he loomed over her. His eyes locked onto her face. She was stunning. The most beautiful thing he had ever laid eyes on. And at this moment, she was his.
A deep, gutteral groan tore from his throat as he felt her tighten impossibly around him, her climax overtaking her. The sight, the sound, the feeling of her breaking apart beneath him was too much. His body tensed, his cock jerking violently inside her as pleasure ripped through him.
"Oh, Bulma," he groaned, his voice rough and raw as he came close to orgasm.
He didn't fight it. He didn't hold back. He let himself fall. The moment her name left his lips, her entire body tensed beneath him, her inner walls tightening around his cock like a vicw. Vegeta felt her orgasm before she cried out, her body trembling, her nails digging deep into his biceps. Her back arched off the bed, pushing her breasts against his chest, and the sight of her unraveling sent him spiraling right over the edge with her.
A deep, guttural groan ripped from his throat as his release surged forward, his hips snapping forward one last time as he spilled his seed inside her. Her walls pulsed around him in intoxicating waves, milking him for everything he had, pulling every last drop from his body. The pleasure that overtook him was staggering, unlike anything he had ever experienced before. It was raw and electric. An intensity that burned through him, making every nerve in his body tingle with white-hot sensation.
He gritted his teeth as the aftershocks shook through him, his body still jerking slightly against hers, his breath coming out in ragged pants. He wanted this to last forever, wanted to stay buried in her warmth, wanted to keep the perfect way she felt wrapped around him imprinted in his mind for eternity. But eventually, the tremors subsided, leaving them both spent, flushed, and gasping for air.
As the haze of pleasure faded, Vegeta let his gaze roam over her, memorizing every detail of her face. The way her chest rose and fell rapidly, the faint sheen of sweat that made her skin glow. The way her blue hair fanned across his pillow like silk. He had never seen anything more breathtaking in his life.
"You are so beautiful," he murmured, the soft words slipping past his lips before he even had the chance to consider them.
Bulma's eyes widened slightly, and for a fleeting second, she looked shocked. Then, slowly, her lips curled into a soft, tentative smile. Without hesitation, she reached up, stretching her arms open in silent invitation.
Vegeta hesitated only for a moment before he complied, lowering himself onto her and wrapping his arms around her slender frame. She clung to him, her arms locking securely around his neck as she pressed her lips gently to his cheek. The scent of her tears reached his nose again, but he said nothing.
Instead, he allowed himself to relax against her, resting his forehead against her shoulder. For once, he wasn't burdened by the weight of his past or the uncertainties of his future. The androids, his training, his endless struggle for power- none of it mattered in this moment.
She was what mattered.
"Thank you," she whispered, her voice so soft he almost didn't hear it.
Vegeta started to lift his head, wanting to look her in the eye, but the moment he moved, her arms tightened around him, keeping him close.
He furrowed his brows. "What for?"
Bulma was silent for a moment, and just when he thought she might not answer, she finally spoke.
"For just being you."
Vegeta stiffened. He didn't understand. Him? Why would she thank him for that? He wasn't a good person, and he wasn't worth something like this. His past was drenched in blood, his soul tainted by the countless lives he had taken. He was a warrior, a destroyer, someone who had never been meant for tenderness, for love. And yet…
Bulma held onto him like he was something to be cherished. Like he was worth something. Vegeta didn't know how to respond. So he didn't. For once, he didn't argue, didn't scoff, didn't push her away with his usual sharp words. He just let her hold him while he held onto her right back, content to where he was with her. At least for now.