Who Seduced Who, Anyway?

Bulma watched Bra and Goten as they helped her set up lunch. Bra was radiant lately, and Goten was always over. Bulma was suspecting that something was going on, but had no real proof; knowing her daughter and Goten, she’d not get it from them. She turned and looked at Trunks who was “sparring” with Pan, though grappling was more correct. She was sure something was up there as well, but what?

She made an excuse to the kids and went to see her “mate.” Vegeta was sitting in their bedroom, getting ready for a nap. He had just eaten a huge meal, having no desire to wait and eat with the kids. Now he was sleepy, but Bulma was not one to respect his moods.

“Vegeta, listen. I want you to go aalk alk to Chi–Chi, right now. See, I think there is something going on…” She told him about her suspicions, and had to stop him from confronting the kids right then.

“What if we’re wrong? I don’t want them to not trust us!” She said.

“But we don’t trust them;why why do you care what they think?” He said.

“I do trust them, I just wonder if Chi–Chi has noticed anything too, you know to make sure. I mean, I could be wrong… not that I usually am!” He rolled his eyes at her, and sighed.

“Fine, but why don’t you talk to her, call her or something?” Bulma glared at him and told him to go or else. He sighed and gave in, but not right away. He still had some dignity left, after all.

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Chi–Chi had just been digging in her garden when he showed up, dropping out of the sky. She jumped and screamed in surprise. He smirked at her, noting her silvering hair and sad eyes. She’d never recovered after Goku “died,” though Gohan had finally convinced her to get in shape last year. Her body looked nice and toned, and her face was more youthful, but she still looked older than Bulma, who was almost five years older than Chi–Chi actually.

“Vegeta! My, I haven’t seen you in a while! Is anything wrong?” She gasped, eyes curious. He shook his head, and then paused.

“Yes and no. My woman wants me to talk to you.” Chi–Chi’s black eyes widened at this.

“Bulma? Well, why?” She began to pat the dirt from her arms, still kneeling. He realized she was still attractive, her silvering hair notwithstanding. She wore a green dogi and sandals, her hair back in its more informal bun with the “maiden” locks of her youth. She had a smudge of dirt on her face, and he wiped it off without thinking about it. He felt a small surge of energy as he touched her that left him feeling…

Chi–Chi looked at him and suddenly stood, stepping back.

“I should clean up, will you wait for a moment? I’ll make some tea first.” She led him into the old house that Goku had built for hel thl those years ago. Vegeta sat at the table, avoiding the chair his rival had always occupied.

Even Vegeta knew to respect the memory of the dead.

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Chi–Chi closed the bathroom door behind her, and closed her eyes. She was shaking, stunned by what had just happened.

“He only touched me, just brushed dirt off my cheek.” She whispered. But to her surprise, Vegeta’s fingers on her skin had made a surge of desire race through her, leaving her confused and yearning for… for another woman’s husband, and her own husband’s arch rival! This was so ridiculous! She shouldn’t be feeling this way… She’d been alone for so long, even before Goku had “left.” She hadn’t felt the need for male company for years. For her to desire Vegeta was just wrong besides; he was her best friends husband!

“Get a grip, Chi–Chi! This is the man who tried to kill not only Goku but Gohan!” She hissed, and went to the shower. She yanked at her clothes and sandals, leaving them in a pile as she stepped into the water. She scrubbed at her skin, trying to make it hurt, to distract her from the lust surging in her belly. But slowly, her hands moved down to her womanhood, and she finally touched herself, biting her lip to hold in her gasps as she caressed her own center. She leaned against the tile, eyes closed, but still seeing the Prince in her mind…

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He sat in Kakarrot’s kitchen, fidgeting. Bored. He was bored. He knew Chi–Chi had only been gone a few minutes, but didn’t care. It was too quiet here; he’d grown used to the subtle sounds of the city and the kids in the house and out in the yard. He got up and wandered into the living room, and looked at the photos on the walls. Though he tried to escape, he often ended up in group shots, scowling and turned to the side; or looking embarrassed, his arms crossed over his chest protectively. Then he saw a picture of Chi–Chi at the 23rd Tenka’ichi Budokai. That was where she’d found Kakarrot and forced him to marry her, if he remembered right. She was so young, and so pretty, her eyes huge in her face. He had to admit, she must have seemed like quite a catch.

He heard a small noise in the hall, and went to see if Chi–Chi had emerged yet. She hadn’t; he could still hear the spray of the shower. But he heard something else too; deep, quick breathing, and an occasional soft moan. His eyebrow went up at this turn of events. He knew what was going on behind that door! His body instantly responded, with surprising quickness. He had never even considered another woman since he’d seen Bulma back on Namek, though he’d not realized his own decision about her until two years later.

But now he was curious, and even welcoming the idea of someone new, though not permanently. And he knew somehow, that those moans of Chi–Chi’s were for him. He smiled at the thought. His hand reached for the handle of the door… then he paused. This was Kakarrot’s wife, after all. This was kind of wrong. And also the ultimate slight, if the other man was still alive.

Which he was not.

He opened the door and stepped into the steamy room silently. He could just see her through the glass, leaning against the wall. She sighed and moved slightly. Vegeta pulled off his shirt and stripped off the rest of his clothes quickly, then stepped closer to the shower. Chi–Chi was slowly regaining herself after her little release, and was straightening, rinsing the soap from her skin, when the door opened. She gasped and whirled to see Vegeta smirking in the opening.

“It sounds as if you’ve been alone for too long, haven’t you?” He said as he stepped into the spray. Chi–Chi opened her mouth to scream, but he put his hand over her mouth and shook his head. “Easy, Josei (Female, since Woman is Bulma-KS) I’m not doing anything you don’t want already. And you do want it, don’t you?” He said, his voice dropping to a whisper as he leaned closer to her. She wasn’t as tall as Bulma, and with her leaning against the wall, she was his height exactly. She watched him come closer and then stop so close she could feel his breath on her face. She looked into his black eyes and nodded.

“Yes.” She said so softly even he had trouble hearing her. He tilted his head to the side and closed his eyes.

“What?”

“Yes, I want it. I thought I’d never feel it again, but I want it…”

“You want me?” He feigned shock, and then looked at her once more. “I’m as surprised as you are about that.” She nodded and then he held her head in his hands and kissed her. Chi–Chi felt herself melt as his lips nibbled hers before his tongue slid into her mouth and twined with hers. She slowly brought her hands up and touched his waist, resting them on his hips. He was so solid, yet his skin was so silky; it was wonderful. She kissed him back, pressing closer to him and digging her fingers into his flesh.

Vegeta was surprised at her strength; she was quite strong for a human. He moved his hand to the wall and tuned off the water, then slid it around her waist. He broke the kiss and chuckled.

“This isn’t the place for such things. Come on.” She followed as he led her to Gohans old room. She was surprised that he didn’t take her to her own room. Then again, it would remind her too much of Goku; he must have realized this. He lifted her and laid her onto the bed, and then crawled up onto it as well. She was blushing, worried that he’d be repulsed after being with his glamorous mate, but he just ran his hands over her skin gently.

Vegeta was noting the differences between her body and Bulma’s curiously. Chi–Chi was not as slender, and a little shorter, but she was stronger as well. Her limbs showed her power; she might not come close to a Saiyans strength, but for a human she was very powerful. She had toned up nicely during her workouts with Gohan, and her belly was flat once more, her breasts almost like they were before Gohan’s birth.

He leaned closer and nuzzled her neck, his hand moving up her ribs to touch her breasts. She was arching her back to him, eyes closed as she let her mind go for once in her life. He squeezed her breast gently, feeling her fullness and making a pleased noise at it. He pinched her nipple and then moved back down her belly.

Chi–Chi had never enjoyed being passive during sex, and now wasn’t an exception. She reached with her own hands and slid her fingers down his thigh until she found what she was looking for. Vegeta’s moan as she encircled him was rewarding to her, and she tightened her grip until a normal man would have cried in pain. But Vegeta just moved his hips slowly, so her hand was sliding up and down over his shaft slowly. He bent and sucked one nipple into his mouth, using more force on her than he’d ever used on Bulma. Sure enough, Chi–Chi didn’t mind, but moaned as well, holding him to her with her free hand and raising her knee to rub her leg against him intimately.

Vegeta was enjoying himself immensely. Chi–Chi was differentm Bum Bulma, so very different. She was just as experienced, and just as assured, yet she did things differently, which excited him. He slid his hand between her legs and opened her folds with his fingers, noting how wet she was already. She really did need it, and he was going to deliver what she wanted.

“So, you want it a little harder than this, don’t you?” He laughed. Chi–Chi opened her eyes and looked at him, puzzled yet excited. He began to touch her more firmly, pushing three fingers into her and pressing on her core with terrible force. She gasped and writhed under him, her own hands getting tougher on him as well. Her grip on his shaft was incredible; he’d never felt this much pressure on it. It was amazingly arousing.

He bit her nipple hard, making the skin glow and a few drops of blood rose from the tooth marks. Still Chi–Chi didn’t seem to care, but moaned louder. He sat back on his knees and pulled his hand from her. She stared at him, eyes narrowed.

“Come on, I want tel iel it. Can you give me what I need, what I really need after so long?” She hissed. She wanted something she’d never really gotten from Goku, at least not on purpose. She wanted a hard ride, something different than she’d ever felt before.

Vegeta replied by grabbing her and flipping her onto her face. He lifted her hips and nestled himself into her opening then waited as her honey slid down his skin. She wagged her hips, wanting him inside her. He tightened his hands on her waist and slammed forward. Chi–Chi’s head tossed back as she screamed, but he ignored it as he pulled out and thrust into her again with as much force as he dared to use. She shoved herself up higher and then grabbed the headboard for support, her body flexing on him. She shook her head as Vegeta pounded into her even faster, her body on fire with pleasure and need. She felt her limbs weaken, yet clung to the headboard with all her strength, not wanting to lose the friction of her position as his shaft slammed into her.

Vegeta was actually panting with his efforts. He slid one hand up her rio eno enclose her breast in his fingers, and pinched her nipple hard. She looked back at him over her shoulder, eyes expressing her pleasure in his motions. He bent over her and pulled her up closer at the same time, then sank his teeth into her shoulder. She screamed and shook, her orgasm ripping through her belly. Her honey ran down their thighs and drenched the bed below them as Vegeta kept thrusting, teeth clenched as he felt his own climax coming. Chi–Chi wasn’t stopping, and finally she tightened herself around him, her inner muscles enclosing him hard as her hand had earlier. That was more than enough for the Prince; he howled as he came pushing himself deep into her.

They held still for a moment, and then collapsed into the drenched bed. Chi–Chi didn’t realize that Vegeta’s bite was bleeding, but then she was too exhausted to care. They panted and lay quietly for a while, then without speaking, they got up and made their way very slowly back to the shower.

“You look great.” Vegeta said softly, as he noted the mess he’d made of her body. She was not bleeding anymore, but she had perfect hand–shaped bruises on her hips, her nipples were also bruised and had little bite marks on them, and her face was still pink. She looked exactly like she’d been having sex, a look he’days ays loved on Bulma, and he didn’t care who saw her that way. He came closer and touched her between the legs gently, finding her swollen there too. She smiled, surprising him.

“No, it doesn’t hurt. It feels good; its because I still want you, but you probably need to go home…” She started, but he held a finger to her lips. He left the room, and she felt herself go cold with something like regret. She sighed and looked at herself in the mirror. She looked like he’d raped her! But she also looked more beautiful than she’d been in years. She touched her flushed cheek and the soft skin around her eyes with wonder. Had his Ki done this? Or was it just the attention he’d given her? She was a little surprised at her lack of remorse. Then again, maybe she deserved some attention after all these years!

“You ok?” Vegeta said. She turned and smiled.

“Yes. You leaving?”

“No, I just called Bulma. She is worried about the kids fucking around, not us!” He chuckled. Chi–Chi’s eyebrow went up at this.

“The kids? You mean Pan and Goten?”

“I mean Pan and Trunks are fucking each other as are Bra and Goten. I don’t mind; I expected it actually. They are all Saiyans after all. Do you really care?” Chi–Chi looked furious.

“My little Pan is sleeping with your thirty year old son? She’s only fifteen! She’s a child!” She yelled. Vegeta scowled.

“And my daughter is only fourteen, and Goten is twenty-nine! But you don’t seem tnd tnd that!” He pointed out. Chi–Chi clenched her teeth and took a deep breath. He was right. Or was he?

“How do you know that they are doing that, anyway?”

“Heh, you really want to know? It’s the smell of sex; it’s all over them. They try to hide it, try to be careful. I’ve even caught them, but since they were so “involved” at that moment, Trunks and Pan didn’t even notice me. They are happy, and I think they will eventually do the human thing of getting married. So I say, don’t bug them.” He shrugged. Chi–Chi’s face went from blushing outrage to quiet introspection as he spoke. Now she sighed.

“Ok. I see your point. I won’t forbid them to see each other, and I won’t tell Gohan, but I will demand the truth. I just want to be sure that Goten and Pan are, oh I don’t know… Ok I guess.” She said. Vegeta sighed and pointed to his groin.

“Well, I made an excuse to Bulma so I could stay and try to give you some more sex. You gonna waste my time with talk?” He said bluntly. She smirked just like he did and shook her head. She let him lead her to the shower so they could start again…