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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, these characters,nor do I profit from the creation of this fan fiction.
Scheming, something he hadn’t done in what seemed to be an eternity. He stood alone, soaking up the darkness of the room around him. He studied himself in the mirror; he was the perfect specimen of full a blooded Saiyan. The regrowth of his tail had reconnected him with a side of himself he thought long lost. Not since the World Martial Arts Tournament, allowing himself to fall under the weak control of the wizard Bobbidi had he felt the blood lust he had known his entire life previous to his life on Earth. This time he was no longer focused on defeating Kakarot. He had much larger plans now; he should assume his birth right as King of Saiyans.
Frieza and his ilk not in this world any longer to attempt to usurp any ground gained; he could reignite the Saiyan mission to be the dominant species of the universe. The new technology of the stem cell activation created by his genius mate would be the tool to make his plans come to fruition. Now his next step was to bring Kakarot to be under his control. He would be a grand asset in the conversion of the Earth from human control, to the unwavering Saiyan rule.
He ran his hand over the massive mahogany wardrobe that had been designed for their sleeping chambers. Impressive craftsmanship, with detailed carvings and deep red stain suited his taste. He removed a set of armor; this set however was different from any he had worn in so many years. This armor displayed an emblem in on the left breast plate, a royal emblem of his Saiyan blood line. Slipping on his white gloves, he finished dressing.
He had a smaller set of armor in hand. Confident strides down the hall to his son’s room. The door slid open, there lying lazily on his bed was his young son Trunks. Soon his laziness would no longer be tolerated; a rigorous training plan was forming in Vegeta’s mind.
“Trunks put this on. We are going to visit Kakarot today.” He sat the armor down on the desk near the door way. The boy seemed to be lost in his own thoughts, this irritated Vegeta to no end.
“Trunks! Do as I say!” He roared, Trunks jumping in surprise.
“Oh….ok dad.”
Vegeta turned and left the boy alone to dress himself. Now he turned his attention to his sleeping mate. Surely she had regained enough strength to prepare herself to leave now.
She was peaceful in appearance. Her smooth milky white skin almost held a shimmer with the flickering of the candles that lined the walls. Vegeta lay a breath taking dress on the bed, setting a pair of mid-calf boots on the floor. The boots of high quality white leather were slender, with a high arching heel with lacing up the front of the boot. Her dress was long sleeved, sheer silver material with the exception of a deep blue, near black bands of material to cover her breast and hips down. He was excited to see his future queen in this; she would stop any male or female in their tracks.
He laid his hand on her delicate shoulder, “Wake up woman.”
She snapped her eyes open, suddenly aware that Vegeta was with her. Her aches and pains from the previous day’s excitement had subsided. The wine he had given her had acted upon her like he had promised. She rolled to face him, allowing her eyes to adjust. She drank him in, eyeing him head to tail. It had been so long since he wore a full set of Saiyan armor, she couldn’t believe he wore anything but that now.
“Hey hon,” she was pulled to her feet by Vegeta. Bulma saw the outfit laid out for her, she blushed noticing how short the skirt seemed to be. Vegeta gave her a harsh kiss, crashing against her lips. Her flavor only more intense with sweetness. He had decided, he would not alter her in any way once his plans were in motion.
Returned to her normal stance on the stone floor, she turned looking at the dress closer. She ran her fingers down the length of material. It was light, smooth to the touch with an eerie coolness to it. Vegeta had never suggested she wore such a provocative outfit. She didn’t mind, before marrying him she would ware plenty of sexy outfits. Only since becoming his wife or mate had she changed her ways knowing it created him discomfort seeing other men look at her in a lecherous manner.
Vegeta stood against the wall, the sharp edges of the stucco texture pressing into him. He watched her slip on the dress that seemed to flow down her slender body. The neckline plunged to reveal her full cleavage, while it hung to her hips tightly, only to flow freely away ending at mid-thigh. She sat down to slip herself down into one of the boots. He could clearly up her skirt; the black lace panties were unmistakable. He closed his eyes, turning his thoughts to the matter at hand.
How would he convince Kakarot to join him in the pursuit in domination of the planet? The answer seemed all too obvious, Kakarot always threw himself at any threat that came here. With the technology available here from the Briefs, it would not be far-fetched that Vegeta would be able to detect a threat before anyone else. A dark smile stretched across his face, revealing now enlarged canines.
Bulma emerged from the bathroom after finishing her hair and makeup. Her blue locks braided back, pinned with silver pins, unaware that the head of the pins was the symbol of Saiyan royalty. She was gorgeous, simply stunning to the Saiyan prince.
“Let’s go.” He took her by the hand, off to collect the boy.
Sitting in Bulma’s plane, looking over to Trunks in the traditional Saiyan armor swelled his pride. One day he may rule his own planet, but this blue marble would be Vegeta’s and no one else’s.
The trip to Kakarot’s small mountain home was a quick one. Trunks jumped to his feet, eager to run and see his best friend Kakarot’s youngest, Goten. Vegeta with a stern tone scold Trunks.
“Compose yourself Trunks. Running like a moron does not suit a young man of your status.”
Trunks confused, eager to please his father as always. He stood tall, chin up and strode down the stairs exiting the ship. Goten excitedly approached him, bowing respectfully to his friend. A look of question upon his face, Trunks had never worn anything so stuffy before.
Goku came out of the small house, a familiar asinine smile across his face. Everything about him irritated Vegeta. Bulma gave a friendly greeting to the lowly Saiyan, then made her way to see ChiChi. Eager to show off her new outfit to her friend. As she walked, her hips swayed side to side, Bulma could feel Vegeta’s eyes looking her over. She blushed, entering the house seeing Gohan reading at the dinning room table. He looked up, seeing his friend. He hadn’t talked to her since before the devisation caused by Majin Buu.
“Hey Bulma! Good to see you!”
Gohan had always been such a sweet boy, now he has grown into a handsome man. His intelligence as well as strength were impressive. A thought popped into her head.
“Hey Gohan! Good to see you, too! I have a question.”
Gohan cocked his eye brow, curious to what Bulma was about to ask.
“How would you like to come work for me at the Capsule Corp lab? I could use a new lab assistant to take over daily duties, also I need someone to have intelligent enough to hold a conversation with while I work.”
The offer was something Gohan was eager to accept. He had just finished his classes in high school. Although he had just gone a year of high school, after the events with Majin Buu he was able to take early exit exams, acing them with ease. Now the starts to a career and access to college classes without draining his parent’s bank account.
“Sure Bulma! Thank you so much!”
“Good deal, be at my place this coming Monday at 8 AM.” She turned to enter the main living space of the home. She spotted ChiChi sitting near an open window, reading the local news paper. ChiChi looked and cheerfully waved.
“Hey Bulma! You look amazing. I’m surprised that your hubby would let you out in a dress like that.”

“I know, he actually picked it out for me.” Changing the subject,” You should see him. I managed a way to regrow his tail. He seems so much happier having it back.”
ChiChi’s expression changed, apprehensive to celebrate Bulma’s achievement. “Are you sure that is a good thing? We don’t need a giant ape wrecking the place every full moon.”
Outside as the woman continued to chat. The Saiyan men walked the perimeter of the home, discussing something of great concern in hushed voices.
“Are you sure Vegeta? This sounds very serious. Also….exciting to think we could have such tough fighters here again.”
“Kakarot, pull your head out of your ass. These ‘fighters’ have the ability to not only hide their power level but shield the presence of their ships in space. They could be upon us with in two months time if they so choose. Currently I don’t think they are aware of this planet and its inhabitants, but if they do set their sights on it they would do what they had to, ensuring they would surprise us.”
“Then how did you find out about them?” Goku asked, his expression clueless and confused which wasn’t anything new. Had he only had proper Saiyan training maybe he would be able to possess some real intelligence.
“Kakarot, my wife along with her father are quite brilliant. With some deep space listening devices, they picked up some encrypted messages in a garbled language. I recognized the language as one I heard from a few of Frieza’s lower officers. I thought he had wiped out all but the weakest individuals, apparently he failed at that as well. Anyway, Bulma was able to break apart the encryption and I was able to make out the high points of the message.”
Kakarot still appeared clueless. Fucking idiot. “Let me put it this way. She unscrambled the strange words. I then read some.” He let out a frustrated sigh.
“Oh I see. What did Bulma say about it?”
Vegeta turned to Kakarot, eyes steely and serious,” I haven’t said anything. So soon after Buu, do we really want to incite panic in those around us? We are the great warriors of this planet and charged with keeping the peace.”
Goku shook his head in agreement. He had to trust Vegeta, although he was more powerful than the prince, he didn’t have the tactical knowledge. His attention fell upon the thick brown tail, wrapped around Vegeta’s waste. A look of shock over took him.
“Hey!!I thought that was cut off…ya know…” Goku trailed off, not wanting to fully remind Vegeta that it had been cut off on his first visit to Earth.
Vegeta grinned, unwrapping the long appendage from around himself, lashing it back and forth. “Impressive isn’t it? Bulma figured out a way to regrow it. I haven’t felt this whole in years.”
Now that Kakarot was on board against the potential, although imaginary threat created in Vegeta’s mind the next step of his plan should transpire without problem.
“Now Kakarot, in two months’ time come to my house with your two sons. I will update you if there is any change. If the threat passes, we can pass it off to the females and children as a normal visit- not unlike this one.”
Goku nodded in agreement, Vegeta seemed to be on point with all of this. It appeared as if Goku had nothing to worry about.
The evening progressed like any visit between the two families. Congratulations all around for Gohan’s new job. This would fit perfectly into Vegeta’s plan. Another subject who would be willing for Bulma’s genetic study always on hand. Soon the sun was gone from the sky, the family of three was soon back at home.
Trunks sleeping in his room, worn out from playing with Goten. Vegeta lay in bed, propped up against a mound of pillows his mate curled up next to him. Her head lay upon his chest, her hand gently massaging his abdomen.
“You know Bulma.” His voice was soft yet commanding; “I think we should look further into the Saiyan genetic material on different way to use the stem cells.”
She sat up, looking at him with a perplexed expression,” Why? I was able to regrow your tail, what else use could it have?”
Vegeta glared, unhappy with her questioning him. He shouldn’t have to explain himself even to his mate. If he asked for something, she should just do it. “Well woman, who knows what injuries we,” referring to the two full blooded Saiyans and their offspring, “may encounter that a Senzu bean or even the dragon may not be able to repair such as missing limbs or neurological damage.”
“That makes sense.” She said watching his tail twitch to and fro as they discussed her upcoming projects. It was mind blowing that she had helped him regrow a piece of himself and he behaved like it had been with him all along. It seemed to be a pretty good indicator of his mood.
When Goku made a joke with Vegeta as the punch line at dinner, its fur to flare out. When the moment of irritation passed, it relaxed to its normal state. Now it seemed twitchy, like Vegeta was antsy about something.
“Anything wrong?”
“No, just thinking about how you looked in that dress today.” His voice low and sultry, as he turned towards her. He pushed her to her back against the head board and began planting kisses along her neck. The soft pecks against her skin soon turned into bites, making her flesh with clear evidence that Vegeta had been there.
Bulma gently pushed Vegeta back, viewing his naked form hovering over her. She ran her hands down his broad chest, tracing the lines of each defined muscle. Her hands moved down to grasp his hardening member, feeling each beat of his pulse. She leaned forward, taking him into her mouth. She savored his flavor and scent, a salty musk invading her nostrils. Bulma pushed him further into her throat, sucking and swallowing as she began to bob herself on his cock.
Craning his neck back, pressing his hips urging her to take him deeper. He groaned, moving his hands to rest of the back of her head. Although this could not compare to the sensation of thrusting himself into her honeyed core, he could never refuse this treatment. This felt right, her below him, servicing him, and doing all she could to please her prince.
Bulma moved a hand from the base of his cock, pushing her panties to the side, allowing her to explore herself. She found her clit, massaging it vigorously. She grew impatient with herself, she needed more stimulation. Shoving her fingers deeply, feeling wetness take over fingers. The sudden flood of her fluids sent her sweet smell his nose. His onyx eyes grew wide, his lips curled in a hungry snarl.
He pushed her away, releasing himself from her mouth. He pulled her from the bed, forcing her to stand on unsteady feet.
“Take your clothes off woman.” He watched her closely, she appeared a bit surprised. “Hurry now, if I lose any measure of my hardness, you will surely pay for it.”
She slipped off her oversized t-shirt and panties, standing watching her husband eyeing her. She moved to get back onto the bed. Vegeta stopped her, “Now get that electronic device you keep in that bed side table.” Bulma blushed, unaware that Vegeta knew about her personal toy. She opened the drawer, pulling out a long, black penile shaped object. He wanted to push his sexual domination of this female further.
“Now lay down. I will do the rest and you will enjoy it.”
She moved onto the bed, melting down into the mattress. Vegeta pulled her arms above her head, tying her wrists in satin restraints. He moved down running his hands down her tight body, spreading her legs. He secured her ankles to opposite sides of the bed, she was stretched across the bed, ready to be taken.
He moved the black rubber device to her lips. “Get it wet.” She greedily took it, sucking as she pushed her head forward as far as she could. Bulma felt Vegeta’s rough calloused fingers manipulating her soft folds. Her hips bucked upwards willing him to take it further. He saw how coated Bulma had managed to get the toy. He pulled it from her, a devilish grin on his lips.
“Don’t hold your breath.” He shove the black tool deep into her flower, causing her let a deep moan escape from her throat. He pressed a small button on the end of the phallic device, hearing a low mum emit from it. Waves of pleasure rocketed through the small female form.
“Vegeta….I want more….please…I need you…” He would not keep his mate waiting; he parted her soft round cheeks and pushed forward entering her ass. She screamed out, tightening up around him. He quickly slapped his hand over her mouth. Her wild blue eyes looked into his. “Don’t need to risk you waking the boy with your obscene noises.” He wanted her to experience the pleasure, but he needed her to know who was in control.
He pushed himself deeper into her with each thrust. The vibrations of the black tool only enhanced the tightness surrounding his cock. Her thick honey coated them both. Bulma closed her eyes, letting a moan into his hand. She felt him empty himself deep into her, now she could finally allow herself to peak in orgasm. Her heart thundering in her chest, feeling Vegeta slip the thick black device from her. He turned it off, tossing it aside before leaning over, resting his head to her soft chest. Her heart raced for him, he produced this excitement and thrill in her. He undid the restraints, allowing her entire body to relax. He rolled to lie next to her, savoring in the smell of sex. Sleep soon over took them.
Well I hope you all have enjoyed things so far! Maybe a transformation is due for our Saiyan prince. As always feel free to review and leave C/C! Thank You!
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