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Flawed Perfection	By : Not_Bulma06 Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female > Vegeta/Bulma Views: 3422 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: I do not own any part of Dragon Ball Z or the characters involved, nor I do profit from the creation of this fan fiction. Enjoy!
Vegeta sat up with a look of shock and awe across his normally serious face. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Had his mate really found some way to restore his body to completion? He felt Bulma move on the bed next to him, her soft hand now resting on his thick bicep.
“Vegeta? Are you ok?” She searched his face for an indication of what he was thinking.
“Can you really do that?” He looked to her, needing reassurance that this was not just a pipe dream. He had long wished to have his tail back. He no longer needed his great ape form, but his tail was a part of who he was from birth. Besides his extraordinary strength and his ability to transform into his Super Saiyan form, his tail was what visually separated him away from the humans.
“Yes Vegeta, I have figured it out. Let’s get dressed and head to the lab.”
The pair had dressed and made their way to the large laboratory full of various machines and technological projects. Bulma brought Vegeta over to a large tank. Not unlike the healing tanks he was familiar with. Those tanks had brought him back from near death countless times. He placed a hand on the thick glass, feeling the warmth radiating from the nutrient rich liquid inside.
“I reverse engineered one of these tanks.” She looked over her work with pride, “Now I was able to obtain stem cells once Trunks was born, preserving them. Searching the genetic code for the switch to trigger tail growth. Now just because Trunks was not born with it, doesn’t mean he does not have the gene. Case in point, Goku’s boys.”
Vegeta looked over at the blue haired woman, her ability to work Saiyan technology and take it beyond its limits was astounding. He always discounted humans as an inferior useless species from the moment he first stepped onto this planet until he knew Bulma. She never had shrunk away in fear or even let him get away with insulting her.
“Now we would inject the activated stem cells into the location where your tail was, slip you into this pod. We need to do that, seeing that rapid bone and muscle growth could be painful and we don’t need someone of your strength to be in such pain and conscious.”
Vegeta grinned, eager to get the process started. “You think of everything, don’t you woman?” He pulled Bulma close and laid a soft kiss on her lips.
She enjoyed the soft moments Vegeta would only show her. So strong and stoic, he showed his real strength in how he managed to touch and caress her without breaking her. “Let’s get started?”
Vegeta nod, a rare flash of excitement not related to sex or fighting showed in his dark eyes.
Vegeta lay naked, and face down on a hard metal table. He saw Bulma in dressed in a full length medical gown, sterile gloves, mask, and hair cover. Her voice was muffled, yet still able to understandable. He laughed dryly at her ridiculous get up.
“Shut up Vegeta. This is for your benefit,” She began to clean the location where the base of his tail once sat with iodine. Smooth circular motions, starting from the center to the outer edge of the boarder. She repeated this process to a total of three times. She then laid a sterile surgical drape, a square opening over the area where the stem cell injection would take place.
Vegeta shuttered in response to the cold cleansing liquid. “Now this will feel like a bee sting.” He felt a small injection, nothing more than a slight irritation. He quickly noticed himself losing feeling to the area around the area that would again be the base of his tail “Why can’t I feel my skin? The numbness is quite deep.”
“The gauge of the needle we need to use to deliver the stem cells is quite large. The pain would not be too much for you, but you might flinch or twitch. Any movement could cause the cells to miss the location of desired growth.”
He grunted, acknowledging he understood. Bulma picked up a large barreled tool with a push plunder on one end, a lengthy sharp end on the other. The large needle aimed at its mark. “On the count of three. One….two…three.” She plunged the needle deep into Vegeta. She heard a distinct crack piercing his sacrum.
Vegeta gasp, “Damn it woman!” He didn’t jerk or flinch at the pain, it just pissed him off. “The fuck are you doing back there.” Bulma withdrew the needle. “I explained to you what I had to do. Now hush, don’t be jerk. I am going to give you a mild sedative so you can be placed into the pod without a hard transition.
Vegeta rolled his eyes, “Fine.” Bulma injected the sedative into his buttock. He tensed his muscle up. She removed the protective gear, and knelt in front of the Saiyan man. “I guess any excuse to see that ass of yours.” She winked, Vegeta mouthed something likely full of sarcasm but he drifted into a peaceful sleep.
She kissed the top of his head, running a hand over his strong brow and through his jet black mane. Using the aid of her robotic help, she fit the respirator over his nose and mouth and EKG leads to his chest and sensors to his temple. He gently was lowered into warm fluid of the pod. Now in three days’ time, he should be done with the tail growth and ready to come out.
Almost three days finally had passed. Not since the boys used the hyperbolic time chamber had time seemed to move so slowly. Bulma stood before the healing chamber, Vegeta floating with weightless appearance before her. A long, fur covered tail had grown just as she planned. She watched it begin to flick back and forth.
“Good, looks like the motor skills have developed nicely.” She pressed her hand against the glass. Closing her eyes, ready for him to join her. She felt an impact against the glass. Snapping her eyes open, a pair of dark eyes staring back at her. His large powerful hand mirrored hers, she smiled thrilled to see him awake.
Bulma began to drain away the liquid to be filtered and cleaned. Vegeta pulled the breather apparatus off once his head was surfaced. He felt invigorated, ready to get back to his daily activities. His tail twitched, showing his excitement. He looked down, at awe that she had actually done it. The long appendage was covered with thick luxurious fur. He climbed out of the pod; his naked form had a shine from being saturated with nutritious liquid. He came to stand in front of Bulma.
“Vegeta…it is gorgeous.” He whipped his tail, flinging all the moisture off. “Does it feel normal?”
“Yes.” His voice was harsh, rich with self-gratification. “It is perfect. Now I am in true Saiyan form.”
He began to walk off away from Bulma. She frowned, disliking his attitude. Considering he had just been stuck in a small space for three days, she understood his behavior.
“Are you coming woman? I need to shower.” Vegeta sneered, “Besides I have need for you with me.”
Bulma felt a hot tingle between her legs. She sighed, why her body and mind immediately jumps to sex when he beckoned for her in any way, she may never fully understand. For all she knew, he wanted her to make him a sandwich. She followed him up stairs to their home. Vegeta led the way into the master bathroom adjacent to their bed room.
“So what? You need me to bring you a towel Vegeta?” Vegeta turned on the hot water, steam quickly filling the large shower. “No I need you with me, in the shower. Get undressed.” He had demanding tone throughout his voice. He felt so powerful, so in control of his life now. Knowing that Trunks would be back soon from visiting Kakarot’s home, he knew if his hunger was to be satiated action needed to be taken now.
Bulma blushed, like a school girl she giggled. “Yes Sir.” The word sir resonated within Vegeta, he relished at the submissive address. Bulma slipped out of her sun dress and shoes. Her pink lace thong already wet with arousal. Vegeta could smell it. Her scent even stronger, apparently the loss of his tail had dulled his senses. He turned, quickly unsnapping her bra and sliding it off it was casually dropped to the side. She knelt down, pulling the delicate lace panties down to her ankles, stepping out of them gingerly.
“Hand those here.” She did so unquestioningly. “Good girl.” He grabbed the nape of her neck pushing her into the hot water. It stung her skin, however she was too aroused and mystified by Vegeta’s behavior to care. The wild eyes peering down at her as he entered the shower. Quickly he grabbed her face, shoving her panties into her mouth. “We can’t get too loud in here. Wouldn’t want to the boy to find how what a dirty whore his mother is.”
Bulma’s eyes widened a muffled moan push through her gag. Vegeta bent her over, pulling her arms behind her. “No foreplay this time woman.” He rammed his hard cock into her. Bulma moaned, feeling her own wetness pour down her and Vegeta, washing away with hot water. Over and over he laid into her, feeling her quiver on him. Vegeta pulled from her, turning her to face him.
“We are not done.” He lift her up, wrapped his tail around her waist. “You think you like pain so far? I’ll give you just a taste of what I can give you, my love.” Never had she witnessed such raw ferocity or control from her husband. Bulma should have been frightened but truly she wanted whatever Vegeta had to give her. The large head of Vegeta’s member, still coated with her honey, hovered around the apex between Bulma’s legs. He thrust deeply, however he didn’t enter her sweet flower, he was deep in her ass. Bulma screamed out, still muffled by her lacy gag. Tears streamed down her cheeks. The pain was incredibility great, she loved it.
Supported by his tail around her waist and a strong arms against the shower wall. She moved one of her delicate hands down to massage her swollen nub before driving her fingers deep into herself. She moved in alternating motions, darting her fingers in and out. Her eyes wide, pupils dilated with a throated moan coming from her. Vegeta grinned, greedily watching his mate near orgasm. This was his right. To use her for his pleasure, showing her how Saiyans should behave. He continued to slam himself deep into her, feeling her seize up during her climax. Vegeta let out a growl of satisfaction, releasing himself deep into her. His pulsing manhood slowly softened before he pulled from her.
He set Bulma to her feet and gently removed her panties from her mouth. She fell against him, chest heaving looking up to meet his gaze. He could smell blood. The rich metallic smell comforted him on a primal level. He looked past her gaze to see the bright red trails traveling down her legs.
“Let’s get cleaned up.”
Bulma just supported herself against the slick shower wall. The hot water soothing her aches, Vegeta gently wiped away the bloody evidence of what transpired between them. Now the last intimate encounters they had shared had been more violent in nature. Could this have anything to do with the Saiyan like surrounding? Could having his tail being intact now alter his behavior or mental state? He had just demonstrated a more dominant and aggressive edge to her . She pushed the thoughts away; surely he was just giving her different versions of affection to keep the fires of passion burning brightly.
Bulma lay in bed, horribly sore from the events that had taken place in the shower the evening before. Her body screamed each time she moved but she loved the reminder of how wonderful she felt at the hands of her Saiyan prince. He entered the bed room, with a tray of food. Bulma sat up, sitting back against the firm pillows and smiled at the black haired man.
“Glad to see you are awake.” He said in a quiet tone, he handed her a glass of dark colored liquid. “This should help with the pain.” She took a drink, the liquid burned her throat. Whatever it was, it was strong and went to her head quickly.
“Spiced wine of sorts, humanized recipe from home.” He said, gulping down his own glass. Bulma looked down to the tray of food. It was an assortment of dried fruit and what appeared to be thin slices of raw beef. “Eat up, you need to regain strength. I did a number on you.” He had sly grin as he picked up a slice of the raw beef and devoured it.
She watched him eat the raw meat. She had never seen him enjoy meat in such a way; he had always been very much a carnivore just never of raw meat. Saiyans are a predatory species, could he reverting to a more natural Saiyan state of mind with the regrowth of his tail? She never considered that just re-growing an appendage could alter anything other than his anatomy. Vegeta leaned over, a piece of the meat between his fingertips offering Bulma to take it. She opened her mouth, taking the cold flesh into her mouth. The flavor was not off putting, it was fresh, cold, and rich with metallic flavor. Vegeta seemed pleased at the sight of the blue haired beauty savoring the raw flesh. Perhaps she will be able to keep pace with the fully intact Saiyan prince.
Bulma finished off her wine, head spinning. Vegeta took her glass, setting it and the tray to a side table. His tail traced her delicate jaw, gently wrapping and unwrapping around her neck. His soft, silky fur felt comforting.

“Nap now. We are going to pay Kakarot a visit this evening.”
I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I am working on the next chapter, don't worry we will have more Vegeta next chapter. Another lemon coming up between B/V, is Vegeta turning up the kink factor?
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