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Resolution on a Lonely Planet	By : Ulrike Category: Dragon Ball Z > General Views: 5386 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z or the DBZ characters. This is a fanfiction written purely for entertainment. No money was made from this fanfiction.

Chapter List
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Warnings for this chapter: SEX! M/F erotica, cunnilingus, fingering, nipple-play, ki-manipulation
“So, where is Yamcha anyway?”
Bulma and Krillin sat on one of Capsule Corp.’s many balconies, the semi-circle protruding far from the domed building’s side. Puar had floated slowly toward them before suddenly flinging herself face-first onto the table’s surface and remained unmoving. The two humans blinked in shock, but continued their conversation as the blue cat persisted on grieving over Yamcha’s disappearance. The feline was known for her dramatics so they were not too concerned by the behavior.
Krillin had asked for Yamcha’s whereabouts in a calm manner, but Bulma knew that he, and probably the rest of Earth’s fighters, had felt his explosion of energy the previous day. It seemed that the outburst of Yamcha’s power was a trigger for bad news among Goku and friends. Bulma didn’t know if they had all conversed about the matter or if Krillin had simply swung by just to check out the scene, being the kind-hearted friend he was.
“He was here yesterday,” Bulma replied curtly. “I haven’t seen him since.”
Krillin caught the snippy tone and hesitated before questioning Bulma more. He had been on the receiving end of her fists many times and, although more powerful than her, felt an immense fear toward the woman’s anger. He took his chances, though.
“Was he just training yesterday or was that rapid power-up…er…based on something else?”
Air rushed from Bulma’s nose in annoyance and she could see the little bald man flinch at her building anger. However, it wasn’t her long-time friend she was angry with. In fact, she didn’t even know if it was truly anger she felt toward Yamcha. The love of her life and dreamboat boyfriend was not the same anymore…and she found she could not fix the situation. Her genius could fix anything. Why not this?
“Sorry, Bulma. It’s really not my place, is it?”
The blue-haired woman shook her head, trying to clear the streaming thoughts pounding through her skull. The large ringlets of loose, blue curls dangled past her ears and Bulma leaned back in her lounge chair, placing her hands on her head in defeat.
“He’s not handling it, Krillin.” Bulma explained, trying to keep her voice from cracking. “You guys have seen so much, experienced so much—I’m just shocked that Yamcha’s not able to bounce back.”
Krillin gave a sad little laugh and rotated his stubby fingers around the perspiring glass in his hands. His round eyes gazed into the icy drink and he thought back to the battle on Namek against Frieza. A rush of emotions swept through him and he swallowed down the fear and disgust upon picturing the deadly red eyes of the monstrous little lizard.
“We’re warriors, Bulma, but we’re not impervious to the horrors we experience in battle or in everyday life.” Krillin raised his head and peered out across Capsule Corp.’s property, his black eyes gazing into the lively atmosphere of West City. “I still have nightmares that wake me up shaking and sweating like a little kid as I remember Frieza’s evil nature. The way he tortured Vegeta, Gohan, and Piccolo. The way he speared me with his horn and flung me back and forth, his purple tongue licking my blood from his face as he laughed. That monster brutally killed me directly in front of Goku and not even he had been able to stop Frieza then.” Krillin turned to see that Bulma was staring at him, unblinking, having never heard the details of their battle against the awful emperor. “There’s a difference between a spar or a fight and pure evil torture and murder.”Krillin shook his head, his hands trembling around the cold glass he held. It was the first time he had ever spoken about the terror inflicted on those by the hands of Frieza.
“What happened to Yamcha last week…was no battle. There was no honor or pride or victory of war anywhere in that situation. Yamcha’s always been a dopey fool, but he has never truly wanted to hurt anyone. What those guys did to Vegeta and him…I honestly can’t even think about it.”
Bulma’s vision blurred with tears and she looked up into the blue sky, trying to calm herself. Her selfish ways had gotten the better of her again and she thought Yamcha would be ok just hugging her and holding her. She truly hadn’t grasped how terrible the situation really was.
“So, we know Yamcha’s not handling it,” Krillin blurted, trying to bring some lightness back to the conversation at hand. “What about…our saiyajin prince?”
Bulma wiped away a stray tear and laughed. “Strangely, like everything else, he shoved it aside. He’s focused on his training again and is only concerned about bringing his power back.”
Krillin smirked and shook his head, but then quickly glanced up at his childhood friend. “His power isn’t back yet?”
Bulma’s stomach twisted and it felt as if a bucket of ice had been dumped over her head. “N-no. Weird, huh?”
The bald monk looked concerned and then sipped his cool beverage. “Goku had said something about Vegeta’s energy being depleted when we found him last week, but to still not have his powers back? That is worrisome.”
“It is coming back,” Bulma snapped instantaneously. “Just…not very quickly. He can form energy balls again.”
Krillin forced a smile and leaned back, taking in the sun. It was almost October and the weather was definitely changing. Luckily most of the Z-gang lived in warmer climates, however the breeze was starting to carry a fall chill.
“I just feel bad for the guy, you know,” Krillin continued. “Vegeta is a jerk and thinks only about himself, but Gohan and I fought alongside him on Namek. That saiyajin has a hidden side to him. After everything that has happened to him, I really do hope that his luck changes…because he would be an asset to have on our side.”
Bulma listened to the words and felt the guilt return, making her feel sick inside. She and Krillin continued talking for a while longer and then the short man made his exit. Bulma waved and plastered a forced smile onto her face as he took to the air. Usually Krillin’s visits made her feel calmer and happier. Now she felt nothing but wretched guilt as his small figure disappeared from view.
Krillin saw the good in everyone. Yamcha used to be that way, too. Bulma bit her lip as she stared at the blue cat lying face-down on the round, glass table. I used to be a good person, too.
Pulling Puar into her arms, Bulma left the balcony and carefully made her way into the cozy sun-room that her mother had decorated. Placing the depressed, dozing cat onto a rounded cushion, Bulma sighed and pet the shape-shifter’s head.
Goku, Yamcha, and Krillin had all said the same things about Vegeta: If he was treated with kindness and dignity, then he could very well put his trust in mankind. How was the arrogant, abused saiyajin supposed to become a “good-guy” if his power was being trapped by the very woman who told him he could depend on her? Bulma realized she was trudging aimlessly around the corridors of the living quarters, her thoughts bouncing around furiously as different scenarios played out in her genius mind. The guilt pushed against her chest so heavily she worried she might actually vomit.
“I can’t take this anymore!” She hissed into the empty hallway.
Decision made, the blue-haired beauty sprinted down to the infirmary of Capsule Corp., her heart pounding with nervous excitement. She may not have been able to control the situation with Yamcha, but she sure as hell was going to make the right decision with Vegeta.
…………………………………….
Bulma paced her bedroom like a wild tiger, her teeth biting into her lips as her eyebrows pressed downward with immense anxiety. She did it. She pressed the green button. The microchip within the saiyajin prince was released and the subdued energy was now running freely in his body.
As soon as she found the remote she didn’t hesitate to click the emerald button. She stared at the gray rectangle in her hand for several seconds before feeling a wave of uncontrollable excitement and fear. Slamming the remote back into its drawer in the hospital room, Bulma locked the metal panel and fled the area as if being chased.
Now here she was, pacing and worrying, biting her nails and sweating as new panicky thoughts flooded her mind. What if the release of power hurt Vegeta? What if he was in the middle of training and she clicked it so suddenly his energy exploded from him, eviscerating his insides? What if he was circling Earth right now, planning to destroy it? What if…what if he went to find Goku? Bulma moaned with tension and glanced out her window… only to suddenly fall backwards with a scream.
Landing painfully on her butt, Bulma stared wide-eyed at the calm, black-haired prince who sat on the narrow railing of her balcony. With his legs crossed in a haughty manner, Vegeta kept his balance perfectly on the thin beam, his gloved hands resting on either side as he tilted his head and peered into her room. Bulma continued to gaze at him, taking in the actual happy brightness that beamed from his tan face. Slouching casually on the railing, Vegeta smiled as the cool breeze swept his tall hair into a twirling whirlwind of life.
Taking a deep breath to calm her racing heart, Bulma pulled herself off the carpeted ground and attempted to return the smile. Maybe she was going to be his first victim. Carefully, the blue-haired scientist unlocked the balcony doors and pulled them apart, trying to put on a brave face. She had to remember, she wasn’t supposed to know that his powers had fully returned.
“Did you fly up here?”
“No, I climbed a ladder,” Vegeta replied sarcastically. Hopping from the railing, the short saiyajin made his way forward and Bulma felt her body freeze.
This was it. The saiyajin was either going to kill her as he had promised…or he would simply go on his way. However, even through her fear, Bulma knew that Vegeta would not have appeared in her room just to pass by. He wanted something and Bulma found herself unable to move as those black eyes bore into her and kept her grounded.
Standing almost nose-to-nose, the two stared at each other. Vegeta could hear the woman’s racing heart and Bulma could see every detail of the powerful saiyajin’s face. For how battle-worn the alien was, Vegeta had no traces of scars on the smooth skin of his face and not a trace of facial hair besides his eyebrows and strikingly thick, black eyelashes. Bulma took in his curved, almost childish upper lip and aristocratic, straight nose. If she was going to die, at least it was at the hands of someone so damn handsome.
“Aren’t you going to ask how much of my power has returned?”
Bulma’s blue eyes snapped to life and she became increasingly aware that she had been gazing at the prince’s face in a half-lidded, high-school girl daze. Vegeta pushed past her and came to sit on her bed, giving it a bit of a bounce to test the lightness of her mattress. Slowly realizing that he might actually not kill her, Bulma kept her back to him as her usually peach skin burned red with humiliation. Vegeta was no idiot. He probably knew exactly what had been going through her head as she leered at his face with dreamy eyes.
“W-Well, you flew up here,” she stammered, trying to collect herself. Turning, she gave him a crooked smile. “More than half?”
Vegeta lifted a gloved fist and grinned. A strong blue light engulfed his hand, the sapphire tendrils dancing about a foot from his clenched knuckles. “All of it. I want to say it’s all unlocked.”
He was pleased. No, Vegeta, the prince of all saiyajins was joyous. Bulma watched the expression of relief overcome the usual stress on the warrior’s face and he looked so very young, so free. A grin stretched across Bulma’s face and she took a step closer.
“This is so wonderful, Vegeta. You deserve all of it.”
His black eyes continued to gaze at the brilliant light and slowly the blue ki faded. The smile on Vegeta’s face lessened until it became a satisfied smirk. Lowering his gloved hand to Bulma’s bed, the glass-like eyes peered up at her, amazing Bulma with the emotions they carried.
“I’ll be able to become a Super-Saiyajin now,” he murmured, his voice soft.
Taking another step forward, Bulma stood next to the sitting saiyajin and the two gazed at each other once more.
“I know you will, Vegeta.”
The sharp saiyajin searched her face, looking for any sign of deception in her innocent features. But he found none. The woman was actually encouraging him…praising him. She felt happy…for him. Never had anyone ever shared in his excitement for newly gained power or supported his strength. While others had always tried to keep him down or simply feared him, this person stood by his side, even after he had threatened to kill her and all her friends. He didn’t believe she was a sincere person when he awoke at Capsule Corporation a week ago. But now…she still helped him. And she didn’t even need to.
Vegeta’s hand lifted timidly and then quickly settled down into his lap. Bulma observed the odd action, but became even more fascinated as the saiyajin seemed to talk himself into attempting the movement again. Strong gloved fingers gripped her smaller hand gently and Bulma was guided to the edge of her bed.
The blue-haired woman blinked in surprise, but allowed the short warrior to direct her to his side. Sitting so close to the powerful being was unnerving, yet fascinating at the same time. Bulma could feel the steel muscles of his upper leg as it brushed against her soft knee and even blushed as the mattress sank, tilting her smaller frame toward him. Together they sat awkwardly, not talking, side-by-side on Bulma’s large bed. The scientist had no idea what he wanted with her, but did not dare question his actions.
Vegeta could sense the woman’s bewilderment and felt himself redden with embarrassment. He didn’t even know what he wanted. He had come to her bedroom to show off his recovered power like an excited child. His heart leapt in his chest when the enormous wave of energy coursed through his trembling body, heating his skin and almost making him fall to the floor in tears as the freeing strength rushed through his veins. The familiar jolt of ki-energy invaded his system as he meditated in the gravity chamber and he had jumped to his feet, a terrifying grin on his face as the burning power pulsated deep within him.
Without hesitation he found himself outside Bulma’s room, watching silently as she paced back and forth, muttering to herself. For several minutes he observed the concentrated expression on her lovely face, feeling awed by the way she shook her head and whispered under her breath. Vegeta knew she was an intelligent human, but just watching her brought an entirely new level of genius into the picture as she pondered madly about something deep and profound.
And now here she was, showing no sign of fear or resentment toward his healthy renewed strength. Instead, the woman joined him in his excitement. Best friends with Vegeta’s worst enemy, Bulma didn’t see the prince as a threat. He could have flown directly from Capsule Corporation and tried to kill Goku. He could have tracked down her unsuspecting boyfriend and finished him off in the most violent way he could imagine…yet Bulma still smiled at him, supported him…trusted him.
Vegeta finally peered over at her, their faces only a few inches apart. Why had he drawn her to the bed? Why was his heart beating so loudly in his ears? He had faced terrifying enemies, been raised by a sadistic, torturous master, and had even been killed. He had experienced every kind of sexual adventure (and misadventure) imaginable, so why did Bulma’s close proximity feel so…intense?
Did he want to have sex with her? Peering down at the voluptuous swell of her breasts, yes…he would very much like to plunge deep into her small, human body. But there was something else nagging at him. This wouldn’t just be a casual blast of fun under the sheets. He was afraid. He was scared of the odd and unfamiliar feelings that drifted through his mind and he feared how she would react toward his obvious attraction.
He was Vegeta, Prince of all Saiyajins, after all. He had slept with women, men, and creatures of unidentifiable genders. He’d experienced orgies and all kinds of fetish play. Nothing Bulma could pull on him would catch him off-guard, however this growing attraction was completely different from anything he had experienced before. He…trusted her. Against his will, he was falling for her kindness and open-nature, whereas all his other “intimate” moments with strangers in the past had been wrought with pure arousal, coercion, or barter.
Nervously, he leaned forward, his tan face drawing closer to the peach flesh of Bulma’s cheek. Hesitating, he could hear his own shaky breath escaping from his parted lips. Why?! Why was he so damn nervous?
Through his anxious thoughts and racing heart, Vegeta didn’t even realize that Bulma had turned toward him until she planted her soft lips delicately against his curved, upturned mouth. The two held the soft kiss and Vegeta inhaled her scent. Yes…she was aroused, too. His heart continued to thud in his chest and he felt like an overly excited schoolboy about to make-out with a girl for the first time.
The saiyajin prince guided her to the center of the bed, taking his time as he bent over her curvy body. Bulma smiled bashfully up at him, wondering if the alien was not that experienced in the world of sex. She found it hard to imagine as he was proud, strong, and had one hell of an ego. She would have believed Vegeta, of all people, had slept with various kinds of creatures and aliens. But perhaps living in Frieza’s army had prevented him from exploring his sexuality. Bulma had no idea what was in store for her and she trembled with anticipation as Vegeta smirked and peeled his tight blue training shirt from his muscled body.
Although he was moving rather slowly, Bulma could sense Vegeta’s confidence underneath the presumed apprehension. Perhaps he was simply nervous about sleeping with her specifically, although she could not imagine why. With his spiteful ways and need for revenge, she had thought that maybe he wanted to control her in some way by fucking her or using her as a way to get back at Yamcha. But that didn’t appear to be correct, either.
Yamcha. Bulma’s blue eyes clouded with thought as she pictured her broken boyfriend. This would definitely be considered cheating. His bloodshot eyes and haggard face suddenly appeared in her vision and she bit her lip anxiously as her mind screamed with confusion. Bulma’s eyes trailed down Vegeta’s body, her blue irises landing on the glossy scars that painted the saiyajin’s bronze flesh. She wanted him badly. And after the argument with Yamcha, were they even still together? Was there anything within the destroyed human to rebuild and heal?
Bulma knew that she was being selfish. Her lustful desire for the “bad-man” had defeated her intelligent, calculative brain and she found she could not turn down Vegeta’s sudden advances. She lay on the bed quietly as the usually loud-mouthed prince gazed at her.
“Finished with your internal battle?”
Bulma blinked in shock and sat up slightly, propping her back against her many plush pillows. She forgot that Vegeta was nothing like Goku, the foreign prince carrying a deep, hidden intelligence behind his ego and infuriating smirk. He could see right through her and understand the exact thoughts drifting through her head, whereas the Earth-raised saiyajin blurted out his questions ignorantly without a care about how rude or inappropriate his words were.
Deciding not to feign confusion, Bulma smiled sadly and looked down at her hands. “I still have a boyfriend. I’ve never cheated before.”
Vegeta scoffed and shook his head, gazing into the far corner of Bulma’s room. His arousal was starting to fade and his annoyance was beginning to rise. “You humans and your rules.”
“But I didn’t say I wasn’t going to…you know…with you,” she replied sheepishly.
“Whatever,” Vegeta said with a shrug. “I won’t force you.”
“You won’t?”
Bulma watched as the saiyajin’s dark eyebrows twitched at the bold words and she cringed for being so crass. He remained staring off toward her wall, but she knew that his thoughts were racing through his mind, second-guessing his actions and flashing back to his previous torments only a week earlier. Why had she doubted his motives? The last thing he needed was to be questioned on the line of consensual sex when he had been the victim of such horrendous crimes days ago.
Bulma leaned forward and grasped Vegeta’s hand, her fingers caressing the CC logo on the back of one gray glove. She tugged his strong arm, hoping to guide him toward the center of the mattress, but he still appeared deep in thought.
“I’m sorry,” Bulma murmured softly. “I trust you and know you won’t hurt me.”
No one had ever spoken such words to him before and Vegeta turned toward the woman, his black eyes scanning her face for any signs of betrayal. She was nothing but bright with excitement. He shifted on the mattress and ran his gloved fingers through the loose ringlets of her aqua curls. He was glad that she no longer had that hideous ball of fuzz clouding her head: The style known as a “perm.” She had been a frightful sight, indeed.
He pulled the dark blue headband from her scalp and leaned over, pressing her weak body into the soft mattress. With his powers fully intact, he could rip her apart completely. The thought brought him no pleasure and he concentrated on keeping his energy lowered, although he had just regained it all only minutes earlier.
Bulma’s large eyes followed his hand as he pet her hair, her breath becoming deeper and longer as she relaxed entirely under his muscled form. Normally not the kissing type, Vegeta bent down and pressed his lips against the woman’s soft skin, his tongue curiously tracing her full lower lip and then massaging the sensitive, pink flesh behind her upper teeth.
He was going to take her slowly. Usually a rushed lover, Vegeta had always pounded into his partners wildly, eager for his own release. Yet something held him back from ravaging the weak woman’s body. Any time he pictured his previous rough sexual exploits, the images that answered back were ones that frightened him deeply. His skin broke out in goose-bumps at the mere thought of ripping Bulma’s clothes off or handling her carelessly. The moment a vision popped into his head of possibly hurting her, the picture immediately changed into his own screaming face, trembling body, and bloodied flesh. Cold, chilling laughter pierced his thoughts and the saiyajin prince had to concentrate on blocking out the grinning faces and looming shadows that had tortured him only days ago.
No. He was in control. He was going to take his time. He was going to explore this trusting woman’s body. Kakarot’s oldest friend. Yamcha’s most treasured love. Bulma: The genius who had simply created a solution “just in case” Vegeta had tried to wreak havoc on Earth when he had come back from Namek. Bulma: The brilliant, beautiful scientist who had been the root of all his problems since he had come to live in her home. And yet…her words several days ago rang in his head.
*“I honestly don’t think that you would kill us even if you did defeat Goku, though.”
“And why is that?”
Bulma gazed at him, tilting her head to the side in deep thought. Vegeta suddenly felt vulnerable under the knowing stare and quickly became annoyed.
“I just don’t think you will,” she replied. “I think you’re better than that. I think…you are the one to prove that saiyajins can be trusted…far more than most humans.”*
Vegeta’s tongue explored Bulma’s mouth. His keen senses could taste the lingering smoky flavor of a cigarette she had finished hours ago. Her lips responded to his and the two held the kiss, their eyes closed as they breathed each other in.
The saiyajin broke away and his black eyes trailed along the curves of Bulma’s body. She was dressed nicer than usual, her legs covered in a light, hip-hugging skirt that flowed down to her ankles. A billowy shirt lay in relaxed folds upon her chest. Vegeta’s strong hands rested on her wide hips momentarily before sliding up her sides, gently lifting the shirt toward her breasts and then over her head. He couldn’t hide the smirk that appeared on his face as he gazed at the perfectly rounded mounds that rested so neatly within her lacy beige bra. Her breasts were quite impressive…and he had seen many a pair of great boobs in his day.
Feeling his saiyajin instinct taking over, Vegeta let out a playful, rumbling purr and nuzzled her right breast affectionately before biting the padded bra with pointed teeth. Bulma giggled excitedly and blushed at the animalistic actions. The alien wasted no time in tugging his head back, ripping the material from Bulma’s chest swiftly and then tossing the torn garment over his shoulder.
“Damn. One of my designer brands, too.”
Vegeta’s lips found hers again and silenced anymore words that escaped her mouth. He was getting excited now and the bulge in his tight blue pants was becoming more pronounced. Releasing the heated kiss, Vegeta turned his attention back to the genius’s exposed breasts, his arousal increasing simply by gazing at the creamy flesh and rosy, pointed nipples. Wasting no time, the short warrior bent down and captured Bulma’s right breast in his mouth, the force of his suction causing the woman to moan loudly and tremble with need. His strong tongue circled the pink flesh of her areola, drawing teasingly closer to her erect nipple.
Gasping loudly, Bulma’s back arched as the saiyajin masterfully swirled his tongue around the wet nub, pressing her sensitive tit against the back of his front teeth and massaging the aching pebble. The torturous action continued and Bulma writhed underneath the saiyajin, her legs kicking anxiously within her jade-green skirt. Vegeta suckled at the nipple for a moment longer before releasing the red flesh and directing his attention to her poor ignored left breast.
Biting her lower lip, Bulma moaned and writhed as the saiyajin prince lapped at her left tit, trailing his pointed tongue along the curved hill of her pale skin. His lips found the pert nipple and pinched together, squeezing the nub into a hardened marble. Groaning loudly now, Bulma pressed her red face into her pillows as sparks of pleasure erupted deep within her. The alien prince feasted upon her left breast and she whimpered pathetically as his fingers danced upon her right. The dual sensation of the heated mouth on her left tit and the fingers pinching at her right nipple was too much and Bulma’s hips bucked wildly. The saiyajin tortured her sensitive nubs with pleasure and Bulma’s entire body quivered with tension. More. She wanted more!
As if reading her mind, Vegeta released his hold on her and gazed up into her eyes. She blushed deeply as she knew she was absolutely at his mercy…and understood that the saiyajin knew exactly what he was doing to her body. A slight moan escaped her parted lips as the muscled prince grasped the hem of her skirt and gently pulled the silky garment down, underwear and all. She was completely exposed to him now with nothing to cover her body. She watched as his dark eyes peered curiously at the small curl of blue hair between her legs. Not usually the bashful type, Bulma was shocked by her schoolgirl actions as she pressed her head against her pillows and held a trembling hand to her mouth, completely overwhelmed with shyness.
Vegeta took in the wondrous creature before him. The woman was not as small or frail as he had originally thought. Obviously years of absurd adventures with strange earthling-friends had helped build the muscles of her calves. Her knees and ankles even appeared to hold some baby-fat and her stomach, while thin, was not muscled or taut. Vegeta found he couldn’t look away from the meaty thighs, his saiyajin senses tuned-into the slightly quivering muscles that connected so elegantly with her pelvis. Her breasts were voluptuous, perfectly rounded, and full of body. Hips were quite wide, helping accentuate her curves. Thin, elegant neck and a lovely, oval-shaped face. If anything, she had the body of someone who spent a lot of time sitting at a computer or in a lab, but ate very well and exercised here and there. As a saiyajin he found he was drawn more to the muscular, fuller types, so he was glad the earth-woman was not a twig or extremely bony. He would hate it if he accidentally broke her.
But oh, how she was blushing! Her aqua eyebrows almost disappeared as her face burned red with…humiliation? Vegeta sniffed the air. No. Arousal. And perhaps a bit of apprehension. The woman was confident in everything she said and did. Her sudden timid nature threw Vegeta off-guard, but he slowly realized that Bulma was probably not as experienced as he had originally thought. Without meaning to, Vegeta had overheard some tales about Bulma’s exciting teenaged years. It appeared that she and the Yamcha fool had been together since they were quite young. While Bulma may have dressed and acted the part of a know-it-all in every aspect of life, perhaps it was truly just Vegeta who had the promiscuous past.
This realization was exciting. Smirking, the saiyajin prince pondered quickly about what he wanted to do. His dark eyes scanned her pink flesh and his gaze, once again, landed on those large mounds of flesh upon her chest. Licking his lips, the saiyajin was eager to test out his renewed powers once more.
Bulma watched as the black-haired fighter drew closer to her, his hot breath tickling her soft skin. She watched as he delicately caressed the edge of her left breast with the back his knuckles. A clever, childish glee shined brightly in his dark eyes and Bulma’s breath caught in her throat as a small blue ring of energy suddenly clicked between his thumb and finger. Vegeta’s black eyes caught her imploring blue irises and he sent her an expression of calm control. She observed with much fascination as the talented warrior affixed the quarter-sized ring of cool energy to her left breast. The miniscule amount of power licked at her flesh, sparkling lightly against her sensitive skin before suddenly growing smaller. The diameter of the thing began shrinking to the size of a dime and then even tinier.
“Ooohh!”
Bulma jerked as the ki-ring tightened around her erect nipple, pinching the nub and continuing its occasional spark of energy. The pressure sent jolts of pleasure and pain throughout her body and she couldn’t help but twitch and lurch with each little sensation. Her squinted eyes gazed at the prince’s smirking face and she didn’t know whether she wanted to be angry with him or enamored.
“Y-You!” Bulma’s teeth clenched and her back arched as the tiny ki-ring flexed and then loosened every few seconds. “You have complete control over this, don’t you?”
Vegeta chuckled deeply and then leaned over the helpless beauty. “Of course.”
The saiyajin’s tongue slipped into her mouth again and Bulma moaned as heat engulfed her lips. The two kissed deeply. Vegeta sucked at Bulma’s reddened lips and she pressed her tongue against his. Bulma trembled underneath his weight and whimpered into his mouth as the little-bit of energy tightened and squeezed the delicate nub in the center of left breast.
The two made-out madly and Vegeta’s gloved hand grabbed a handful of Bulma’s right breast. His fingers glowed with heat and Bulma let out an angry little cry as another miraculous ring of energy clamped itself around her once-free nipple. The muffled sound of her voice ignited her own arousal and her hips rolled side-to-side impatiently.
Vegeta broke the kiss and both took time to breathe. The saiyajin eyed the woman sweating and writhing on the bed, his mouth cracking into a grin as Bulma tried to control the growing excitement within her. But alas, it was obvious that his wonderful little ki-rings attacking her helpless tits and his own talented mouth were too much for her. She needed him desperately. The control he felt surprised him as it appeared to ease so much of his tension. His powers were back and he was in charge. Bulma had nothing to fear. In fact, he was going to show her just how much she could trust him. He would give her an amazing sexual experience, free of anxiety, fear, and pain. These were all things he had never been allowed.
The saiyajin prince sat himself lower at the foot of her bed and watched as her knees trembled. Brushing his knuckles lightly along one full thigh, Vegeta kissed the soft flesh at her left knee and slowly trailed his tongue upward across her skin. Bulma whimpered and shivered with nervous tension as the talented creature licked his way toward the hidden sex between her legs. Gripping the pillows, Bulma’s head sank further into the soft cushions as Vegeta’s hot breath rested just above the patch of blue curls covering her clit. The pointed tongue darted from the saiyajin’s mouth and Bulma’s body sparked with arousal as Vegeta lapped at her sensitive bud. Groaning loudly, the blue-haired beauty pushed her body lower, hoping to press herself into the powerful being’s mouth as his tongue swirled around her clit and traced the folds of her vulva.
Vegeta’s gray gloves gripped the squishy meat of her inner thighs and parted her legs wide, wider than she had ever been spread. Her entire flower was on display, making the red blush paralyze her once again. Yet, the sight of her womanhood seemed to excite the saiyajin even more. He fed upon her wet flesh, nuzzling the swelling skin attentively. Tiny whimpers escaped Bulma’s mouth and she could barely move against the insanely strong fingers that held her legs open. Her knees bent outward and her stomach flexed madly while her hips moved on their own, thrusting mindlessly into Vegeta’s active mouth. Any embarrassment she had felt earlier disappeared as her body surrendered to the pleasure of the saiyajin’s heated tongue.
The glowing disks around her nipples continued their micro-pulsation, squeezing to the point of pain and then releasing her tight flesh slightly. Bulma felt her body jerk uncontrollably as waves of electricity darted from her tits to her cunt, making her vagina grow slick with juices. And still Vegeta’s tongue danced upon her clit, circling the bald bead and tapping against the sensitive nerve with skilled ministrations.
Sweat rolled down Bulma’s face, trailing past her eyelids and parted lips. Her thin fingers grabbed the pillows around her head as her body rolled and twitched. The pleasure ached deep within her and Bulma couldn’t help but thrust against the powerful saiyajin’s face, trying desperately to seek more attention from that talented tongue.
“Oh…oh Kami,” She groaned.
Vegeta sat up slowly, wiping his mouth almost daintily with a gloved hand. His black eyes met hers and he leaned over her, a sly smile on his face. Wiping a trail of sweat from her painted lashes, Bulma watched as Vegeta’s gaze swept across her face, his eyes following the line of mascara and eyeliner that was left behind. He hesitated then and Bulma watched with concern as his eyebrows lowered and his expression became clouded with thought. He appeared far away suddenly and anxiety built within Bulma as she wondered if something had triggered him.
“Are you ok?” She whispered, her voice snapping him out of his concentrated stupor.
Blinking rapidly, Vegeta regained his composure and smirked before grasping Bulma’s thin wrists and pulling them above her head. An animalistic grin cracked across his face, completely erasing his previous look of apprehension.
“I was just wondering how I could ravage your body next,” his sultry voice purred.
Bulma blushed and peered at the tan face above her, feeling a flutter of pure attraction to his muscled form and dark features. The iron grip around her wrists sent sparks of wild ecstasy throughout her as she felt completely helpless in his powerful grasp. The stretch of her arms above her head only tightened the rings around her nipples and the throbbing hoops fondled the delicate marbles even more. She watched with mounting excitement as the saiyajin drew one hand away, leaving her arms upraised and trapped in the steely grip of his opposite hand. Her breath deepened as the short warrior slowly, seductively slid a thumb into the waistband of his tight, dark pants and lowered the stretchy material, revealing just a thin strap of underwear.
The earthling’s eyes widened at the sight of his sculpted body, the bronze skin looking as if it had been chiseled from stone. The blush on Bulma’s cheeks deepened even more as her eyes could not tear away from the obvious bulge barely concealed under the revealing, incredibly sexy underwear that he wore. The black strap of the material rode high on his narrow hips and came to a sharp ‘V,’ just enough to cover the excited member between his legs. So used to seeing Yamcha or Goku running around in their boxers, Bulma chastised herself for forgetting that Vegeta was an alien to this planet. The thin, stretchy codpiece had clearly been designed for withstanding battle and keeping what needed to be covered, covered. But still, it added a whole new level of sexiness to the proud, mercurial prince.
“You’re so fucking hot,” Bulma whispered with a shaking voice, not meaning to let the words escape her quivering lips.
It was Vegeta’s turn to blush then and he bowed his head slightly, the reaction making Bulma’s heart leap with affection. The saiyajin prince froze momentarily, seemingly stunned at the confession. Bulma wondered if anyone had ever complimented his appearance before.
But the saiyajin quickly recovered and pulled the thin garment from his bony hips, allowing his erection to bounce free. Bulma eyed the impressive girth of the short prince and couldn’t stop her legs from impatiently kicking at the bed-sheets surrounding her feet and ankles.
Vegeta moved swiftly and pulled Bulma into a seated position. There was a swirl of wind and Bulma blinked with wide eyes as the saiyajin disappeared from sight. A sudden strong force appeared behind her and she let out a long sigh as the powerful warrior wrapped a strong arm around her chest, one finger teasingly stroking a trapped, red nipple. The touch was feather-light, but the swollen, sensitive bead was already bursting with sensation from the energy clamped around it. Her entire body shook with quaking pleasure and Bulma’s head fell back onto the prince’s muscular shoulder as he sucked at her neck, promising to leave some impressive hickeys behind. The miniscule caressing of her right tit mixed with the suction of the saiyajin’s mouth on her throat and neck was mind-boggling and Bulma’s hips lifted and shook with barely contained excitement.
Vegeta’s other arm snaked forward and Bulma let out a shrill cry as a gloved finger pressed against her slick cunt, his middle digit curling into her vagina and sinking into her wet flesh. Without thought or care, Bulma humped the powerful finger, grinding her pelvis into the iron-like digit. Jolts of pleasure burst from her clit and her teeth chattered as Vegeta continued to lightly stroke her entrapped nipple. Indecipherable words flowed from her mouth and her head tossed against the prince’s strong shoulder as he nibbled and licked at her neck.
Lifting her slightly, Bulma was crushed to the warrior’s body as his heated member stood erect underneath her. With his finger circling Bulma’s swelling clit, Vegeta cupped her sex as he held her up and slowly allowed her body to settle upon his dick. Bulma groaned and whimpered as the large rod slid into her, the wetness of her hole allowing a swift entrance.
The saiyajin pressed his lips against the sweaty flesh of Bulma’s shoulder as he attempted to muffle an almost pained whimper. Bulma’s blue eyes peered back at his hidden face and she couldn’t help but smile at the small, sweet sound. His pride wouldn’t even allow him to reveal how much he was enjoying the tightness of her body. Bulma realized that he was attaining some kind of control during this entire blissful experience. He was trying to regain a little bit of what had been taken from him.
Bulma’s body was thrust into suddenly and her eyes squeezed shut as the veined cock completely disappeared into her dripping cunt, the powerful organ sliding smoothly along the walls of her vagina. An eager finger still rubbed the attentive nodule between her legs and the ki-rings continued their repetitive squeezing of her aching nipples. The soft stroking of the gloved finger against her right breast made Bulma’s body convulse with utmost bliss as she rode the pulsating dick inside of her.
Together the human and the saiyajin rocked back and forth, pressing into each other’s body with urgent need. Small pants escaped the strong prince as his thrusts became more frantic. The sound of wet flesh bounded off the walls of Bulma’s large room as the two fucked shamelessly, indulging in the pleasure of each other’s touches.
Bulma grasped the iron arm wrapped around her chest and humped the finger pressing against her clit. Her teeth clenched and she let out a long, low growl as the throbbing pleasure between her legs grew into a building climax. Vegeta lifted the woman and then pressed into her with quick, controlled thrusts, his cock impaling the incredibly tight hole that swallowed him whole. Another suppressed moan hummed within the saiyajin’s throat as he squeezed his eyes shut and began to piston in-and-out of Bulma’s weeping cunt, his dick swelling and begging for release.
“Oh, fucking, yes,” Bulma panted as her hips shivered and abdomen jerked forward into Vegeta’s working fingers. “Oh Kami, Oh God, Fuck. Yes!”
Vegeta couldn’t stop the amused smile that grew on his face as he pulled Bulma against his broad chest. His orgasm was building and the string of curses that escaped the woman’s mouth made him almost lose control. He could feel the powerless human thrusting against his fingers with alarming strength and found her wild abandonment highly erotic. Bulma’s pale body was alight with pure bliss and he watched as she sat on bent knees and rode his dick while devouring every minute touch of his fingers.
He could feel that her orgasm was nearing. Her fingernails dug into his forearm but left no marks or pain. Her face pointed toward the ceiling, but he knew she saw nothing but bursting light behind lust-filled eyes. Bulma’s voice picked up and she practically screamed as she humped his stiff cock and thrust madly against the finger that danced upon her clit.
“O-Oohh! God!”
A shrill cry escaped the woman and her body writhed uncontrollably as the orgasm took her. Bulma’s knees quaked with tension and her vagina clenched with throbbing pleasure as a wall of aching ecstasy engulfed her trembling body. The swollen muscles within her womanhood clenched and convulsed wildly as the climax swelled and pulsated around the dick that continued to plunge in and out of her. Her clit twitched and throbbed and she slowly humped the gloved finger that pressed patiently against the slowly calming bundle of nerves.
Vegeta closed his eyes and concentrated on the fleshy walls that constricted frantically and threatened to choke his bulging erection. Bulma’s orgasm was intense and he bit his lip as the throbbing cave of heated flesh hugged his pulsating dick and sent him over the edge. Sweating and grunting quietly, pleasure erupted deep within the saiyajin and he gasped as he pressed his large forehead into Bulma’s upper-back and came.
“Hmmm?”
The small, questioning noise escaped him and he bit back anymore sounds of his release. The woman in his lap let out a short, pained gasp and he quickly released his hold on her right breast, unaware that he had been tightening his grip during the orgasm. His swollen member thrust a few more times into the earthling’s relaxing hole and he panted against Bulma’s hot spine. Closing his eyes, he evaporated the tiny energy rings around his partner’s nipples and licked at her sweaty flesh as she let out a relieved mewl. The two sat still for a couple minutes, Bulma’s head bowed in exhaustion as she gazed at the wetness underneath her. Vegeta kept his head pressed between her shoulder blades, suddenly finding that he barely had any strength left.
Bulma felt the prince’s arms slacken and she curiously gazed behind her, only to see his mane of spiked, black hair. Twisting her hips, the woman unscrewed herself from Vegeta’s flaccid penis and groaned as her muscles gave some angry complaints. Freeing herself of the strong creature, she was surprised to see him sitting hunched over, his eyes closed and breathing deep. Reaching out, she brushed a strand of wet hair from his forehead and he snapped-to, suddenly alert.
“Feeling ok?” Bulma asked.
He looked somewhat annoyed, but then allowed himself to fall back on her pillows, his muscled chest gleaming in the evening sunlight.
“Of course,” he replied haughtily. “I just haven’t been able to use my powers in a while and that took some…concentration,” he added, nodding toward the purpled flesh around Bulma’s nipples.
The blue-haired woman gazed down at her rounded breasts and gave an annoyed sigh. Her tits were going to be sore for quite some time.
“They’ll bruise, but they’ll be fine,” Vegeta said with a smirk. “I can tell you’ve been babied your whole life. It’s about time your body experienced some real pleasure.”
The arrogance had returned full-blast and Bulma’s eyes narrowed. She could easily have argued with the bastard, but knew there was no point. Instead, she gazed down at her comforter and ‘tsked’ at the small wet stain leftover from their sex. Pulling the blanket from the mattress, Bulma staggered to the bathroom and tossed the soiled material into her hamper. She was so sore! Looking at herself in the mirror, she could only shake her head as she observed the wild mess of blue hair and smeared make-up. Her eyes lingered on the ring-shaped bruises encircling her nipples and couldn’t help but smirk. True, she had never been handled by a lover in such a way. It was something she would be open to doing again.
There was a sudden knock on her door and Bulma leapt into the air, her heart racing from the loud sound. Grabbing her lush robe from the back of the bathroom door, she hurried into her bedroom and froze as she saw that Vegeta was dead asleep on top of her mattress.
“Shit!” She hissed.
She didn’t have time to wake him up and there was no way she could move the exhausted prince on her own. She could not just allow the naked alien to lay completely exposed on her bed, though! Grabbing a handful of bed-sheets, the scientist hurled the pile on top of the saiyajin, cringing as the heap buried him completely. He never even stirred.
The knocking came again, and Bulma hurriedly ran to the door, wondering who it could possibly be. Her heart pounded wildly as she wondered what she would say to Yamcha if it was him. Her boyfriend would most likely be able to sense Vegeta’s energy right there in the room! But as she opened the door, Bulma was surprised to find her father peering at her through thick glasses. He appeared frazzled and uneasy.
Bulma closed the door marginally and stood in the small space between the metal structure and the wall. Smiling innocently, she gave her father an awkward wave.
“Bulma, dear,” Dr. Briefs said. “Is everything alright?”
Bulma gave her father a quizzical smile and tilted her head to the side curiously. “Yeah. Why, Daddy?”
The doctor’s eyebrows lowered and he wondered why his daughter appeared suddenly so happy since she had been nothing but curt and angry with him since the whole Vegeta debacle.
“One of the maids thought she heard someone screaming or crying up here,” he explained. “I was worried you might be in trouble.”
“O-Oh?” Bulma’s mind raced frantically. “I…jeez. I was just singing, Dad.”
The old man’s eyebrows lifted with surprise and then he gave her a tolerant smile. “Bulma, I thought we agreed that you would try to keep your singing to a minimum. Wouldn’t want the cops called again, would we?”
Bulma’s cheeks reddened and her eyes narrowed with annoyance. Many years ago, long before the arrival of Radditz and before Goku and Chi-Chi had Gohan, Krillin and Master Roshi decided to try out their new, incredible karaoke machine. “Such a good system, even the worst singers will sound like pop-icons!” Obviously the tagline was untrue as, during Bulma’s second song, the surrounding neighbors called the police on suspicion that there was either a domestic dispute occurring or someone was being murdered at Capsule Corporation. Bulma had agreed to stop her singing there on.
“Sorry, Daddy,” she said sweetly. “I’ll remember that.”
Closing the door quietly, Bulma was shocked as her father placed a palm against the heavy barricade and pushed it open again. He gazed down at his feet and then up at the bewilderment on his daughter’s face.
“Bulma,” he spoke levelly. “I wanted to talk to you about something, though—about what happened in the lab yesterday.”
Bulma pulled her robe tighter to her body and resisted the urge to look over her shoulder. As far as she was concerned, Vegeta was a very light sleeper, however, he was not showing any signs that he was awake at the moment. Stepping further into the hallway, Bulma winced as she dropped her voice almost to a whisper.
“Can we talk about this later? I…I’d rather be in normal clothes, you know?”
“Your relationship with Vegeta is troubling me, Bulma,” Dr. Briefs continued, completely ignoring her request. “It looks like Yamcha needs your attention, but your giving all your help to Vegeta. After everything Yamcha has done for you and—“
“Done for me? Done…for me?” Bulma snapped. “Did you not hear what happened yesterday?”
“I saw what happened,” the small man barked, his eyes flashing angrily. “Poor Yamcha poured his heart out to you and turned your attention to Vegeta.”
Bulma was beside herself with rage and had completely forgotten that the saiyajin slept only a few feet away. She towered over her meek father, bristling with anger.
“Yamcha almost killed me! He almost destroyed everyone in that fucking lab.”
“Don’t use that kind of langua—“
“If it wasn’t for Vegeta, I’d probably be dead right now! You and Mom, too!”
Dr. Briefs pushed aside her words and decided to change tactics. “And why was I not informed that Vegeta’s power had been returning? I saw the amount of energy he possessed in the lab. Bulma, you cannot just make these decisions without me. When am I going to find out that his powers have fully returned? When the Earth is a few specks of dust in space? That remote—“
“Shut up!” Bulma hissed frantically, panic seizing her as she worried the saiyajin might overhear her father admitting their traitorous actions.
But the loud groan from her bedroom eased her panic for moment, before returning it with full force. Her father instantly peered through the space between Bulma and the door, his eyes squinting before widening in shock. Bulma bit her lower lip and she peered over her shoulder, her stomach dropping as the dozing saiyajin tossed in his sleep and sent a blanket gliding to the carpeted floor. The long, silky strands of hair that emerged from under the covers could not be mistaken for anyone else’s.
Blinking slowly, Bulma guiltily looked at the floor and then to her father. The small man had never looked so angry. His hand gripped the doorjamb and his body shook with barely contained rage. His face twitched with disgust and he glared at his daughter with utmost disappointment and revulsion.
“Dad, I can explain this,” Bulma whispered softly.
The man whirled around and stormed down the hallway, his lab-coat whipping behind him in his haste. The blue-haired woman lifted a hand to reach out to him, but knew that her father had already fallen apart. This was more than his little princess dating the bad-boy in town. Her usually trusting, loving dad simply hated the saiyajin prince and all the evil he had done in his life. And the fact that his beloved daughter had so casually, and so obviously, slept with the universe’s most dangerous criminal and murderer while still “with” Yamcha, meant that he had lost all faith in Bulma’s actions and decisions.
Retreating back into her room, Bulma slid the door closed and locked it slowly. She then made her way to the bed and lay next to the sleeping saiyajin, draping an arm over his solid deltoid. She crept closer to the prince and tried to nap, but there was a growing pit of dread building in her stomach that kept her awake for hours.
AN: Thank you to everyone who has reviewed and is still reading this fanfic. Again, this is a slow-moving story. It simply won’t have the same violent, sex-crazed angst that I Hate Being Right had. Also, let me know what you thought about that sex scene, ha-ha. I honestly am still practicing creating erotica that has actual, you know, consensual, loving sex-scenes. New for me, I know!
All I ask is for patience with this story and not to make any conclusions about where it might be headed. And really, everyone who has reviewed this fanfic is pretty awesome. No one is making assumptions about the story, but I don’t want to mislead anyone into thinking this is your typical, “Famous 3-Years Bulma/Vegeta fanfic.” ‘Cuz it isn’t! Let me know what you think! Thanks!
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