Strange Happenings

This is my first attempt at a hentai story and my first attempt at a DBZ story, don’t let that deter you though, I worked hard to get this exactly how I envisioned it. My favorite stories are Yaoi, so for being a heterosexual tale it has strong homosexual implications and actions.

Warnings: M/F, Heterosexual Sex, Strong Homosexual implications and actions, mild hint of rape, anal, toys, peg

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The middle-aged woman groans as rough kisses slid down her collarbone, a warm and impossibly tone body pressing firmly against what feels like every facet of her physical being. She feels his manhood approach her entrance, feels the gentle caress of it lightly tease before pulling away. He repeats the process in a continuous rhythm, slowly gaining more depth with every appliance of pressure to her intimate area.

To say it drives her mad would be an understatement, his touches always drove her to passion with more vigor then any previous lover she ever possessed. Of course, despite the overwhelming sensations he could always drive from her, something from his side of the bargain seemed not as powerful as her own. For years she has lain with this man whom she loves, but always in the back of her mind it nagged, begged to be acknowledged. It was always selfishly ignored, but finally, it was time.

“Vegeta?” Bulma asks quietly, listening as he immediately ceases all movement and growls lowly at the interruption.

“What woman?” he grunts out in his low guttural voice, which always grows mildly deeper at moments of passion such as this.

She gazes at his features within her line of view, his brows and high widows peak the only part of his face she can see. Only on rare occasions have his eyes ever truly locked with hers for long periods of time during sex. Silently the blue haired woman wills his face to up turn towards hers, but naturally her wishes are not granted. It was a common occurrence for all couples she supposed, but that never stopped her from pondering it.

The blue haired scientist steels herself for what words are to come next, briefly noting its almost better his eyes aren’t on hers, or the bravery to speak might be squelched. “I’ve been wondering something I have to ask…”

Finally his face rises to meet hers, blatant annoyance clear in his expression, though with a man such as him that never really leaves no matter what the circumstances. “Can’t this wait, were kind of busy here if you haven’t noticed,” He growls out, intentionally pressing his body to hers more firmly for emphasis.

Bulma only shakes her head negatively; she can’t wait another minute with it looming for so long. “It can’t wait any longer… you know how much you drive me wild during sex, but I can tell there’s something missing for you, something not completely fulfilling every time we make love. I don’t know what that may be, but… you know me. You know if there’s anything I can do, all you have to do is ask.” She smiles briefly as he sags upon her form, giving her a mild look of dread at the implications of where this is leading. A blush rises to her cheeks before continuing. “You know I’m willing to get a little kinky if that’s what it takes, so long as it doesn’t involve something extreme… like another person.” Her chest tightens at those final words, but once his face flushes a few varying degrees of red her worries fade mildly, its very rare to see him blush about anything.

This drives her curiosity even deeper, apparently there may actually be something within her power to make him enjoy himself more, something he’s embarrassed about voicing. “So there is something isn’t there, anything I can do?” She offers with a seductive smile.

The young warrior seems to deeply contemplate some idea running through his head for a moment, his face heating up all the more the longer he waits. She patiently watches him suck in a breath as if to speak, the anxiety in her chest building in time with his inhale. Eventually he sighs in defeat, his body sagging limply on hers as he hides his flush face in her exposed bosom. “It’s… I can’t say…” He finally grounds out, his arms wrapped around her form tightening as well as his whole body when he speaks.

Only one thing she could do appeared in his mind, something so embarrassing never could he utter it aloud. For a moment he wondered if it would even help, he felt guilty knowing the woman was obviously aware of his inability to be completed by the simple act of taking her. But should he dare let her... it’s been so long since… gods, he couldn’t even think the words in his mind. Flash imagery of a life long dead to him flittered through his conscious endlessly, causing a shiver to roll from his neck all the way to the tips of his toes. All she’d have to do was one thing, and that feeling he thought and almost hoped he’d never experience again would fill him, but would it be enough? He knew it would, but for the life of him he’d never speak it aloud.

“Vegeta” she says finally, drawing his eyes in an almost timid fashion back up to her face, his chin still planted between her breasts. Gently she caresses his shoulders in a comforting manner as she speaks “You don’t have to be ashamed of anything you desire, you know I’d never judge you for it. Just show me what you need.”

Just show her, now there’s an idea that may not leave him dead with embarrassment once it’s all over and done with. He looks deep into her curious gaze as he slowly glides his hand down her arm, pulling it from around his shoulders and back in between them. He examines her hand briefly as he cups the delicate appendage in his hand, planting a light kiss upon it before applying pressure to her palm, forcing her fingers to spread outward. He gives her a timid glance as he examines the fingers in his face, very hesitantly moving the middle finger into his mouth and sucking on it suggestively, causing Bulma’s eyes to widen in shock, wondering what he could possibly be doing. After a short moment he removes her hand from his mouth, kneading the wet finger before leading it back behind his back once again.

She watches his face turn away slightly as he traces her hand down his back, she now more then curious as to where this is leading. Bulma’s hand continues to be lead lower, and once it slides gently over the small scar where a tail once stood proudly she gives it a light brush and a tweak.

He jerks a little at the stimulation, but alas that’s not what he had in mind. Still the young warrior lets her hand linger for a moment, pausing to fight the overwhelming inner conflict mixed with uncontrollable anticipation he finds himself in. There is still time to not let her witness his weakness, still time to keep his dignity intact to the only human whom he’s ever let in. Only one thing remained his most guarded of secrets from this woman, would she still accept him after she knew the truth of her husband? Was he really ready to tell her, or show her? Yes he finally deduced, he was.

Shaking his head briefly, he trailed her palm further down his back, gulping and shivering with anxiousness as her gentle feminine fingers slid down his rump and along his crack. Unconsciously her hand tries to lead itself too a cheek for a light squeeze, understanding his body well enough by now to know that action always bred excitement in her lover, but he forces her hand to remain flat in the center of his bottom.

The blue haired beauty examines his turned face with an intense level of fascination, trying desperately to gauge what he’s asking of her. Never has she seen this man she has been with for so long seem so anxious, almost weary or frightened yet incredibly aroused all at the same time. What do you want Vegeta? She pondered, deciding she would just allow him to show her himself, as she let him continue guiding her hand again.

Very gently and hesitantly he placed his hand directly over hers, applying a light pressure to her middle finger as their hands glided along his crack again. He battled with his self-control not to jerk towards the feeling, so instead he moved up pressing his body more firmly to hers. Cradled between her legs so close to her overheated womanhood, he threw his head down for a fierce kiss, almost rough in its intensity.

The gentle grace of her delicate fingertip delved deeper, and she was almost surprised when it slid across the small indention of an orifice. Naturally she knows where such a thing resides, but for some reason up until now it hadn’t completely registered that was where all this was leading. Experimentally she massages the area, extremely surprised to hear Vegeta gasp loudly and writhe for a moment towards her actions.

His hand finally leaves hers, flying towards her face quickly to run a hand through her hair. It all seems to fall into place in her mind now as she looks at him, the reality of the situation hitting her like a ton of bricks. Her husband was gay… he’s been with men… he wants me too… She blushed profusely as his eyes briefly catch hers only to glance back down her body before he places his head upon her shoulder.

Both bodies breath heavily while his hips move towards her hand, forcing it to apply a small pressure into the orifice as he aligns himself with her own. Excruciatingly slowly he enters her, sliding into her smooth wetness with ease. She mirrors his actions with her fingertip, experimentally applying pressure and sliding partially in.

As shocking as all this seems to her, the blue haired mistress still cannot help but marvel at the amazingly arousing erotic ness of the whole situation as she delves deeper into his intense tightness once he completely fills her himself.

Everything stills for a moment, Vegeta breathing heavily in her ear trying to force the consciousness of what’s happening from his mind. The feel of her intrusion into his most personal of locations is something he can’t help but desire and fear all at the same time, both feelings battling for dominance over his self-control.

Eventually she grows impatient with his stillness, willing him to move be adding a light twitch to the finger deep inside of him. The reaction is instantaneous as he pulls out, forcing more pressure from her finger before sliding back into her.

The saiyan gives in to the glorious feeling and gulps, almost silently moaning as their pace begins, starting slowly at first so both can adjust to the unusual position and sensation of their love making.

Bulma herself was in an utter state of shock at what they were doing, so much so she felt the urgent need to say something to him, anything. She knew though he would stop if she were to interrupt, and nothing could bring her to end the glorious way he experimentally moved within her, almost like the first time they made love. In the end all she could say was a quietly moaned “Vegeta” as his pace finally began rocking into her with slightly more vigor.

The typical dance began and Bulma immediately felt any and all self-control slipping from her grasp, but this time she would not allow herself to be lost in the sensation. Tonight was about Vegeta’s pleasure, this time finally getting to see the different ways she could make the beautiful warrior squirm uncontrollably like she herself had so many times before. Experimentally she began setting a pace of her own with her finger, adding her own little thrust every moment he would pull back from her core, burying her appendage deeper within his body.

His pace quickened immediately after her rhythm began, his breathing increasing rapidly as he slammed his powerful organ into her body over and over.

The unusual manner and position of their lovemaking was intense, the feel of his thick member so forcefully ramming against her, matched with the intense tightness of his body squeezing impossible hard upon her hand. It was a strange duel feeling she didn’t know was possible. Even the movements of his thrusts were strange, the way his body would slam itself into her core then pull back forcing himself upon her hand with the exact same intensity. It was all such an insane, maddening, yet glorious experience.

Vegeta’s self control has also slipped from his grasp the moment her own pace began, the act of entering her and being entered from behind all to much for him to take. The expert rhythm his woman would impale her appendage as deep as she could into him continuously, forcing his hips to jerk into her hand; it was like a heaven he hadn’t experienced in so long.

Suddenly the blue haired woman’s moans became uncontrollable as she slid her legs even further apart, forcing him to move in closer. He slammed himself even deeper into her womanhood, allowing her more leverage as well, grinding her finger even further into his bottom.

Her womanly organism was upon her now, screaming and whining in rhythm to his thrusts as her body began convulsing, forcing her inner walls to grip tightly and milk him for all he was worth.

Vegeta only pushed harder and faster, his movement becoming inhumanly frantic as he growled loudly in her ear.

Desperately Bulma fought to remain sane, the words For Vegeta repeating in her mind like a mantra as she forced herself to pick up the pace of her finger, pulling her other arm around his back to hold her original hand stable and give her more power behind the thrust. She jolted her finger as fast and hard as she could into his body, surprised at how similar it felt in comparison to that of a woman’s. The way his inner walls would spastically tense and release, feeling like it was trying to force her finger out.

The saiyan’s hips were screaming with sensation from all angles as she cradled him to her form, surrounding him completely with her arms and legs, grasping both sides of his intimate areas with her body. All breathing had reach a frenzied pace, moans and groans roaring through the room as he violently attacked her womanhood, wanting to scream as her finger reached deep into his body mauling his orifice with more force then he even knew she was capable.

She finally hit the spot deep within that he was waiting for, feeling pleasure shoot from his inner core through every facet of his being. He began wailing uncontrollably now, forcing her hand to hit that spot continuously as his plunges reach a vehemence pace, his body slamming into hers with reckless abandon.

As hazy a state as her mind was in now, Bulma couldn’t help but revel in the intense noises bellowing from her lover. Usually he would emit no more then a few grunts during their past sexual sessions, but this time he was whimpering and moaning in a high-pitched manner she didn’t know his voice was capable of creating. Her gorgeous warrior was more sweaty and intense in his movements then she’d ever felt before, not allowing her organism to ever cease since it hit her an endless number of minutes ago.

Her screams matched his in volume as he continued thrusting as fast as he was capable, desperately trying to reach the point of completion he so urgently craved. In the past when taking his woman, he had always still been mildly hard once they were finished, his body never being completely satisfied by the feel of her womanhood alone. This however, he realized, was exactly what he’d been craving all along. The glorious feeling of being taken from behind, just like his first sexual experience and all the others up until meeting this female who in the end cared for him more then anyone he’d ever let close.

He bellowed at the feel of her wonderfully silky womanhood gripping him, he screamed at the finger ramming into his backside so forcefully, finally he could experience the long lost completion he’d almost forgotten was even possible.

With an inhuman animalistic roar he came, spilling his seed into her form with more force then he’d ever done before, shaking with its intensity as he continued to desperately plunge into her body. Refusing to stop until every ounce of his essence was spent and poured forth from him into her soul.

His movements slowed to a crawl yet still he continued thrusting lightly, feeling unable to stop with that finger still buried within his desperately turned on backside. Finally he sagged completely on her body as he ceased, all movement stopping except the intensely quick breathing and heartbeats pulsating rhythmically through each of them.

They lay like that for a while, just basking in the afterglow of their intense sexual experience. Vegeta writhed as he felt Bulma removing her finger slowly, hearing the loud pop as she brought the stiff and pained appendage over her head to crack it with her other hand.

He removed himself from her womanhood as well, realizing suddenly he couldn’t bring himself to raise his face from her bosom, dreading her expression and briefly wondering if he could ever look her in the eye again after something like that.

Vegeta just grumbled loudly at his insecurities, forcing his face to meet hers as their eyes locked. The look on her face was very surprising, she held the most satisfied and seductive smirk he’d ever seen her make, and he smirked seductively too just seeing it.

Bulma burst into a bellowing laughter suddenly, causing him to flinch back at its unexpected intensity. “My gods Vegeta, if I had known that’s what it took to excite you I would have done that years ago!” she said as she laughed, grabbing his neck and hugging his face to her breasts again as she finally slowed her laughter and sighed contently.

A blush more powerful then he’d ever experienced before covered his body and heated his face, and he wondered if it was from her embarrassing words, the intensity of their lovemaking, or both. In the end he could only smile into her bosom, more satisfied then he’d ever been in his life.

Bulma herself felt there was so much to say, so much to ask. She wanted to know more about him in that instant, who he’d been with previously and how he had acquired a taste for such things. She knew however if she were to question him now, not only would it kill the moment and embarrass him, but he probably wouldn’t tell her anyway. With such satisfaction flowing through her being, she in all honestly could care less right now as she allowed him to slide from her body and wrap his powerful arms around her form.


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Bulma had no idea humans could go through so many varying degrees of blushing in such a short time period, and briefly she wondered if she had covered every variant of the color red in creation, maybe even a few purples and blues.

She found herself standing in front of a shelf covered in the most frightful… things she’d ever seen, and they lined the shelves much like a bread aisle at the grocery store. The beautiful blue haired woman in her business suite stood in outright awe and horror, watching as the hideously dressed common consumers of the shop passed her by, giving her weird glances just as she herself was doing to them.

She eyeballed the products with an intent level of shock, wondering if there was truly a need to have so many different varieties on the shelves, as though there was a difference or something.

Over the past month her and her husband’s sexual relationship had taken a different turn ever since that first night. Usually the addition of their new… means of pleasing one another was involved, but it hasn’t quite been the same ever since that first night of passion.

The last time they made love was the moment that really left Bulma contemplating how to amend this situation. Instead of her husband reaching the complete orgasms he’d been experiencing as of late, her added stimulation only left him incomplete and more wanting then ever.

He had been desperately thrusting into her at first; obviously trying to reach her finger deeper into his body then was physically possible. His moans had gone on for what felt like hours, almost crying in his need for release that was not being accomplished through the use of her appendage alone. Eventually his pace varied slightly, not really thrusting into her anymore and focusing solely on the appendage in his backside. After a long grueling session he finally got frustrated and gave up, leaving himself painfully turned on and unfinished. She could tell her stimulus wasn’t enough, more just a tease for what he really needed buried inside him.

For the past few days while on her way to work she would pass by the small lewd sex shop she had seen over a hundred times before, usually chuckling at the absurdity of such things. Recently however, she found herself wondering as her car drove by the store, letting her mind imagine the only thing she could think of to give her husband the pleasure he seemed to desire.

Bulma felt horrible at allowing such fantasies to crop up into her mind, yet she had to admit, the idea was the most arousing thing she’s ever conjured up. Just the thought of seeing Vegeta on his hands and knees before her, writhing in pleasure as she sexually pleased him in the manner that a man would, was hypnotizing, almost disturbing with how powerfully it turned her on just thinking it.

So here she found herself standing before a giant rack of strap-ons, her mind suddenly having second thoughts on how far she really wanted to take this. Not a word had been spoken to her husband about what she was planning, because she knew he would probably be highly offended at such ideas, maybe even violently so. The fantasy however wouldn’t leave her no matter how hard she tried to block it, and somewhere in the recesses of her mind she knew he’d enjoy it to.

Almost in a daze the blue hair businesswoman continued to stare, briefly taking into account the subtle differences in the… assortment of dildos before her. The way the strap was designed, the sizes and colors, her blushing invented a new shade of red when she realized how much she was mentally correlating Vegeta’s personal taste to the varieties. It was grotesquely sickening her and turning her on all at the same time, and such a frightful mixture of emotions made her realize she had to escape this building immediately, lest her brain explode with anxiety.

“May I help you find what your looking for miss?” A voice said at her side, causing her to yelp and jump ten feet in the air at the unknown presence. Quickly she turned to the man standing at her side, taking into account his fishnet shirt and overly pierced body, making him look like he’d slipped and fallen into a tackle box rather then do that to his body willingly.

“Ummmmm…” she mumbled, unable to process words as he gave her a worried look towards her fright. Finally he smiled knowingly at her, he’d been working at this store long enough to recognized these kind of people who bumbled into his shop, looking as lost as homeless puppies as they stared at the products, sometimes for hours on end in a daze.

“Lets find what you’re looking for, shall we miss? You seem fascinated with this section, so we’ll start here. Are you just browsing, or looking to make a purchase today?” He asked, reaching towards the shelf to grab a package, spinning it idly in his hands as he eyed her.

“Ummmm, I don’t know, browsing, buying… I need, ummmm, I was thinking… I can’t decide… what’s the difference?” She babbled incoherently, vaguely pointing towards the shelf of products, her eyes spinning around the room.

“Calm down miss it’s fine, they’re all the same in the end. If you need some time to yourself that’s fine, just don’t stand here all day worrying about it.”

“Ok” she said quietly, reaching for the one her eyes had been on for a while now; it was dark blue, unlike all the other crazy neon colors. She briefly examined the brand name on the box that slide across the side like a racing stripe, Mellow Love. Certainly seemed the least obscene of names, almost calming, in a psychotically hysterical womanly sort of way.

She steeled herself and damned the consequences as she put the package under her arm, finally deciding she would indeed make a purchase. Even if her husband never found out what she had in mind, at least it would be buried in the bowls of her closet, incase the need ever presented itself. She glanced back at the shopkeeper, smiling timidly as he led her back towards the check out counter.

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Both Bulma and Vegeta lay in bed a few nights later, facing away from each other on opposite sides of the bed. It had been almost a week since they had made love, but both were worried about cuddling up to the other for fear of instigating anything.

They certainly both desired the other, but neither one of them wanted to start something that could lead to incompletion, frustration or discomfort. Bulma knew that with this new aspect of their love making now in play, if they were to completely remove it from the ritual it would not please Vegeta to the full extent she felt he deserved. Vegeta also knew however that if they were to start something they couldn’t finish, all it would do was turn him on more, leaving him desperately seeking what he knew could not be achieved… with a woman.

So they found themselves at an impasse, backs turned, both lost in their thoughts. Neither wanted to even debate the idea that this new development might have a negative effect on their sex lives, but what was there to do really, to fix the situation?

Vegeta grumbled just thinking about it, damning himself for even instigating this in the first place. Now when making love to his woman he found himself unable to focus completely on the pleasure her womanhood once gave him, unable to even reach the mild completion he was once capable of doing. Now all he could think about at such moments was how wonderful it would feel to be entirely filled, his longing for the lost feeling shamefully unbearable.

The aggravated saiyan turned his body back towards his woman in that moment, eyeing her form and mentally reminding himself of the glorious feelings it was capable of creating. That excruciatingly beautiful way a woman’s body is designed to curve to his form like a glove, the way her inner walls would grip in that tantalizing rhythm specifically created solely to suck a man’s essence from his appendage.

Why was it just not as exciting as the thought of his body doing the same to someone of the same sex? Why must his insanely unnatural sexual desires taunt him so? The weirdest part of the whole conundrum was just the thought of ever getting with another man again was a frightful idea, so sickening it almost made him want to wretch.

If only sexual desire didn’t exist at all then his mind wouldn’t have to torture itself with such things, but alas, it was the damnable curse of all living organisms he supposed.

Finally Bulma couldn’t sit with his eyes boring into her back anymore, feeling uncomfortable with his frustrated growling and grumbling directed towards her. She spun around to face him, seeing his eyes widen slightly when she gave him a mild glare at his annoying behavior.

“Dammit Vegeta your driving me nuts, now either come over here and get busy, talk to me, or just go to sleep, but either way quit staring at me and growling for god’s sake!” She bellowed, letting out a loud huff of her own, glaring into is jet black eyes with exasperation.

His growling only increased in volume as he glowered back “What would you have me say woman?” He said in his deep curt voice, totally at a loss for anything he could possibly say to relieve his frustration, that didn’t involve argument that is.

“Oh I think there’s plenty of things you could say, but if your not going to say them, then just roll back over and go to sleep!” With that Bulma flopped unceremoniously back onto her side facing away from him, closing her eyes tightly as though it would actually help her fall asleep faster.

Vegeta just continued to stare, unable to put any words into his mouth. He didn’t want to go over there and get busy, as she put it, but he could also never fall asleep with that being the last words hanging in the air. Silently he willed his mind to dig up something to say or do, but what the hell was there to possibly say to her? You don’t please me? No way would he say that, it wasn’t entirely true anyway, she did please him, just not to the full extent he has desired as of late. The saiyan prince just remained staring at her back, waiting for it to spin around and berate him some more, almost wishing it, but she just lay there.

“What can I say?” he finally whispered insecurely, more to himself then her. She spun back around to look at him again, her face a frightening level of seriousness and finality.

“Would you rather be with a man Vegeta? Because I’m obviously not enough to please you, so innless we want to just pretend like none of this ever happened and get over it, I’d advise not letting this stew any further.” She said out of spite, immediately regretting her words when he looked away from her dejectedly, almost seeming sickened by her words. She didn’t mean to hurt him, but they just came out exactly how she was thinking them, aggression overriding compassion.

“I don’t want men…. you said you wouldn’t judge me for this” He said shamefully, hating how pathetic his voice sounded. But hearing her say those things aloud in such a fashion, it just chilled him to the bone.

Immediately her continence transformed, remembering suddenly how much this obviously bothered him. Things had almost become casual with his new sexual desires coming into play, but she knew this was something he’d been harboring for years completely unknown to her. This was the only thing she had ever seen him embarrassed and shameful about in her whole life, other then loosing in battle, and she was annoyed with herself for throwing it around so callously. It hadn’t been on his mind at all really until she asked him to show her what he really wanted, her instigating this in the first place, leading him to believe she wouldn’t be bothered by it no matter what it was. She was betraying him in a way, perhaps more just jealous at her physical incapability to please him.

“I’m not judging you Vegeta, I’m sorry I got angry… I just… wish there was something I could do.” She said, finally unable to deal with the gap between them as she slid up to his chest, lightly wrapping her arms around him. He tensed slightly at her movements, but eventually his arms encircled her form as well, squeezing her to his chest tightly as he buried his head in her hair.

“I don’t want men” He repeated quietly, annoyed it sounded more like denial then a true honest statement. He just grabbed her tighter, trying to be conscious of not applying to much pressure as he fought against the sudden overwhelming ache in his chest.

Focusing on the aching pain only made it more powerful as he willed it away, damning himself to hell when he felt tears building in his eyes. This was such a trivial situation not worthy of crying over, and he mentally screamed at himself to quit being a fucking woman about it as he tried to will his pain away. This always happened to him at the most inopportune moments, always sickening himself with how much control his emotions had on him. His facades as the detached and heartless warrior were all just barriers erected to cover up the pathetic coward lying just below the surface. None of these self-loathing thoughts made him feel any better naturally, but they seemed to do an effective job at transforming his tears into what he would preferably be feeling, anger. Even if it was only at himself.

“Then tell me what you do want Vegeta” She finally said, worried at the slight tremors shaking through her husband’s body. A mental battle was obviously being fought within her strong warrior’s mind and she had no idea how deep his inner turmoil was, and again she was left wondering if the negatives of their issues outweighed the enjoyable positives.

Carefully Bulma’s hand slid into her husband’s thick black hair, gently lifting his face to meet hers. She was surprised at the sadness in his eyes, the self-loathing annoyance clear in his expression.

“Tell me what you want Vegeta” she repeated in a softer tone then before, praying sincerity might finally get him to talk to her, tell her what he needed.

Vegeta just gazed at her sympathetic expression, steeling his voice to sound as indifferent as possible, knowing it would come out sounding more defeated or insecure “I don’t want anything.” He whispered, forcing his eyes away from those intense blue ones and their frighteningly inquisitive, yet pitying look. He truly didn’t want anything from her or anyone at the moment, at least sexually speaking of course. He definitely did not want a… man, but he also didn’t want a woman either. He didn’t want anything, preferring to just ignore any and all desires for a while, forcing its chains of control completely from his mind. Maybe if he did not dwell on it period, he could return to his lack of any and all sexual desires, that’s how he felt most of his life at least. Out of sight, out of mind.

This woman’s existence was really the key factor in bringing his needs out into the open once again, becoming casual in their love making, where once he would dread such things with a clash of fear vs. desire that always left him uncomfortably disturbed.

Until meeting this human, he could safely say he down right hated sex, despised the shame, humiliation and slight pleasures it bred within him. After bedding this beautiful woman however, he learned the true point of such intimacies, realizing it didn’t have to be a battle, a struggle, no more then a base release of animalistic needs.

Sex with his wife was deeper then that, so different from all his previous notions of what intercourse entailed. It was making love, a powerful bond two people experience through the melding of their physical bodies, allowing them to become one to the fullest extent beings are capable. He could identify the feeling; it was love, in both a spiritual and physical sense. Even if she didn’t drive him to full physical completion, her company alone he enjoyed more then any creature he’d ever known.

“I want you,” He finally said, suddenly realizing his eyes were on hers, surprised and wondering how long he had been doing so. His eyes widened and he pulled back slightly in shock when her face flew to his, her lips pressing needily against his mouth at his declaration.

The saiyan prince kissed her back slightly, but she could feel the almost undetectable pull back of his head, his strong hands lightly grasping her shoulders and applying pressure. The blue haired scientist allowed herself to be moved away from his mouth, fearing the worst at his rejection of her.

She looked to his eyes, knowing whatever he had to say would be evident in his expression, and probably not through words. There was a small smile on his face, just a barely noticeable twinge on the side of his mouth, the brow just a little less furrow and stressed then normal.

“Not yet,” he whispered quietly, curling her body to him as he placed his head on the pillow, closing his eyes in a silent command to go to sleep. She gave in, wrapping her arms around him and allowing her head to comfortably fall back unto her pillow, finally willing sleep to take her.

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Bulma couldn’t take it anymore, it has been almost two weeks since her husband and herself had been intimate, whereas usually at least once every three days they would have sex. Now he was ignoring her and it was starting to grate on her nerves, never realizing how much she took his presence for granted until she was left hanging for half a month.

She wanted him now, which left her constantly dreaming about that little fantasy her brain had conjured up not long ago, the item in her closet calling her name. She wanted to please him, but knew the only way to do so would involve outside forces.

He was training in the gravity room at the moment as she slunk up the stairs and into her bedroom. She busted open the closet door and threw the clothes and junk pilled in the bottom out of the way, reaching for the package she had purchased earlier in the month.

Grasping the side Bulma ripped open the seal and pulled the item out, removing the plastic and chunking it to the floor with the rest of the junk in the closet. She examined the dildo, strap and little vile of lube the clerk had suggested as she really contemplated what all this entailed. Would her husband really go for something like this? She felt the overwhelming need to ask him about it, tell him what she had in mind. They were never very open with discussing these sorts of things, so how on earth could she bring it up? Did she really want to?

At this point almost anything in her power to get a reaction from him was desirable, and this would definitely create a reaction. Would it be hate though? Anger, fear, shame, disgust…. arousal? That last one hung in her mind, images of the actual act flooding her thoughts.

Such a tantalizing fantasy, her never noticing the femininity of her muscle bound warrior before picturing him on his knees before her. His sculpted yet thin back twitching underneath her fingertips, those gorgeous black locks falling from their sharp style, becoming disheveled from their violent movements. The feel of his backside desperately forcing itself upon her fake organ, her body surging forward to counter him. Not to mention the sounds, those high pitched wails she heard the first time she pleased him in this manner, only now rising even further in volume at finally being able to complete him to the full extent he wants.

The blue haired woman grumbled to herself, realizing suddenly the uncomfortable wetness between her legs as she moved into the bedroom. She opened her underwear draw and placed the object inside, covering it up with her garments as she hid it deep in the bottom.

Her mind was not thinking clearly she silently noted, sexual desires overriding her reasoning. Still though she had made a decision. If he did not come unto her tonight, she would come unto him, and if he was not successfully being pleased, she would finally throw her fantasy out on the table. His reaction could certainly vary, but by this point she didn’t care, anything was better then this separation going on between them.

Smirking mischievously she headed out the door and back to her laboratory, knowing not much work will be getting accomplished today with sex so strongly on the brain.