How to bed a Super Saiyan

How to bed a Super Saiyan

Here I am! Ta da! I’m back with something new and different. I am working on this fic as fast as I can and reviews only make me work faster. I came up with this yesterday, as its been a while since I’ve written and hetero. As you know, it a B/V coupling with a twist. This fic entails yaoi so for all you that were hoping that this was straight hetero, sorry to disappoint you. Tell me what you think and I will update when as soon as I get some feedback.


Bulma’s bountiful chest heaved with exertion, sweat running down her lithe frame. Her breathes were harsh and ragged, her eyes squeezed tightly shut.

“Ohhhhh yes!!!!! Vegetahhhhhhhh!” She cried out in ecstasy. The flame haired bronze Saiyan thrusted into her faster and harder, driving in at incredible speed. Blue hair was tossed about in reckless abandon, making him smirk as her screams signaled she had reached yet another orgasm.

He gazed down through narrowed eyes at the human beauty below him and with one last thrust, buried himself to the hilt inside of her wonderful tightness, howling her name before collapsing on the bed beside her.

“V-Vegeta, that was….huh uh…”

“Of course it was woman.” Vegeta rolled off the bed and sat up, pulling on his discarded boxers. It wasn’t hard to make that woman come, he was a Saiyan Prince after all, sex was just another thing he was great at. She wasn’t too bad herself. A nice piece of ass to play with while he stayed on this mud ball.

“Where are you going?” She asked, as it were any of her business. “Shower, I have to get your scent off of me before I go and train, or would you like me to spend all day in your bed?” He smirk, knowing that would get her to stop pestering him. “Fine, then go, I don’t need you right now.”

That was the mutual agreement between them. They would have sex with no strings attached and no emotional bullshit afterward. Life was good. It hadn’t been hard to seduce her and then take her in her lab. After all, he was irresistible, she would be a fool to turn him down.

He threw some pants on and went straight to his gravity room without another word, deciding to take his shower there. The door to the GR hissed as it slowly opened and Vegeta stepped in and made a beeline for the shower. He grabbed a towel from the rack and peeled off his spandex training shorts, frowning when Bulma’s scent exploded in his senses. That woman and her disgusting smelling flower water, she wore it everyday. The strong smelling stuff made him cringe in disgust and he asked that she washed it off before crawling in bed with him. She argued fruitlessly and ended up scrubbing her skin red to satisfy him. No, it was hard to bed her at all.

The hot spray from the shower head was relaxing as he leaned against the wall and sighed. Training lately hadn’t had the same thrill it usually did, accompanied to the thought of his rival. Kakarot always seemed to be one giant step ahead of him and Vegeta hoped that with any luck he would one day be able to surpass him. Training his ass of appeared to be taking him nowhere in the vicinity of the Super Saiyan’s power. He wasn’t even close. But he would die trying, damn it!

“That third class freak will not have his golden glory for long! Hn, someday soon, I will make him choke on his words the day he let me go. He should have that bald midget kill me! He will regret the day he let me live on this planet because once I surpass him, he and this rock will be nothing more than an unpleasant memory in the back of my mind.”

Needless to say, it was taking far too long for that to happen and the longer it took, the more used to being on earth he got. The woman had welcomed him into her home and her bed and he didn’t pass it up. If he were going to spend any time here at all he may as well have gotten used to his surroundings. Bulma’s mother cooked for him in the meantime and the woman herself provided him with other necessities like clothing and such.

Pouring soap into his hand, he rubbed his hair until he was sure it was free of the blue haired ningens scent. He cleaned himself and dressed into fresh training clothes. Turning the gravity up to 300g’s he worked up his training regimen and turned on the Ki-bots. Effortlessly he dodged them, having gotten better at it since his last accident, and blasted one of them to piece.

The rest weren’t so easy. They bounced his energy back and forth, aiming everywhere and no where in particular. The easiest way to defeat these things was to attack them head on, so he jumped into the air and caught one energy ball and barely moved out of the way of another.

The ball vibrated in his hand, singing his skin through his white gloves. Catching it wasn’t as easy as it looked, the ball was hot and had as much power behind it as he did. Bringing his arm up, he pushed it until I floated to the ceiling only to be sucked back by one of the bots.

“What the hell?” Something was different about these things, not only did they deflect Ki, but they absorbed it. “Shit!” He yelled when a bot floated up behind him and released the ball into his uncovered back. He slammed into the floor hard and looked up in time to see a bot a few feet in front of him.

“They can move!”

The bot let the Ki go and Vegeta’s arms shot out to protect himself, shoving against it with all his strength. The bot’s frame began to crush behind the force of his strength. “Uh!” Whatever the fuck was going on here was going to get a lot worse when he realized that the four bots behind him had gotten closer and were hovering around him, waiting to expel the Ki back at him. All four shot at the same time and Vegeta powered up as far as he could go, shredding the Ki around him, screaming at the top of his lungs. Breathing heavily, he cursed Bulma and her inventions.

“Damn woman, I tell her to build something to help me, not kill me. Though I must admit that that was quite a workout it gave me, I shall ask her make more.” The floor of the gravity room had caved in. Vegeta sucked his teeth and stepped around the crater in the floor, ascending closer to the ceiling. Now for some regular training. Folding his arms over his head, he screamed and let loose with a barrage of punches and kicks that cut through the air with loud whooshing noises.

“One day.” He muttered. “I will kill that sorry excuse for a warrior and take back what is rightfully mine!” He moved in a blur, channeling all of his energy into his point of contact so that in time his hits would do some real damage to his opponents.

A kick that he though was supposed to meet air connected with something that wasn’t there before. “What the---

“Man, Vegeta, you sure can throw a mean kick!”

“Kakarot! What the hell are you doing in my gravity room?! Get out right now!”

“But Vegeta, I came to ask if--- Vegeta spun around and punched the taller Saiyan in the midsection, stunning him enough to stagger backwards.

“I don’t want to have to tell you again. Get. Out.”

Goku groaned and stood up slowly, and managed a smile. “Oh come on, you and I both know that you could get more out of your training if I were here to help. Besides, I can help you become a Super Saiyan.”

Vegeta’s eye twitched in rage. How dare that third class bastard! He growled and turned around to leave. He didn’t have time for this, he could ascend by himself, without the help of this hapless buffoon.

“Wait, where are you going Vegeta? What did I do?”

“Fuck off, Kakarot!” the shorter one spat, opening the door to walk outside. He didn’t need this right now, just when he was having a good day, here this clown come, begging to flaunt his power. As if he didn’t know how strong he was already, he had come to rub it in his face.

“Vegeta, I’m sorry if I did something to offend you. Please can I spar with you?”

“I said no! The only thing that offends me is that you are alive. Now go away.” Walking into the house he instantly went to the kitchen for something to drink and a snack. He hadn’t eaten all day and--- “Mind if I join you?”

What the hell, the idiot just would leave him alone! Why couldn’t he take a hint? With a deep frown, Vegeta stomped up to Goku and yanked him forward by his shirt.

“Kakarot, if I must tell you to leave one more time, I will make sure that you regret it. Get out of my kitchen and….” Vegeta stopped in mid sentence as something caught his nose. A scent, strong, wild, like vanilla. What was that? Without thinking, he inhaled deeply and moved back quick upon realizing that Goku was the source of the smell.

“Hey, Vegeta are you alright? What, do I smell weird?” He took a whiff of himself and shrugged, not seeing anything wrong with the way he smelled.

“Leave.” “Can I get so---

“GET OUT!!!!!”

Goku didn’t move. He stared at the temperamental little man in confusion. Why was he so angry today? Normally, he would ignore his presence but today he was feistier than usual.

“What’s wrong Vegeta? I thought you would be in a better mood after you and Bulma had sex.”

Vegeta looked shocked all of a sudden at the revelation that his rival had just revealed his knowledge of. “What the fuck were you doing, spying on us?! Don’t get enough action at home from your hellcat wife?”

Goku frowned. “No, I could tell by the way you Ki was going up and down real fast. And hey, that isn’t any of your business!”

“Oh isn’t it? And what me and the woman do is yours? I most certainly don’t feel any Ki fluctuations from your home, clear indication that you ain’t gettin’ none!” Vegeta use of slang surprised and pissed Goku off. What did Vegeta know, he was only using Bulma and little did he know, it was for the good of the planet.

“Vegeta, that’s none of your business, I may not be with Chichi all the time, but I get it when I need it!” “And you never need it? Cause you never get it.” Vegeta cackled spitefully and opened the fridge. This run in with Goku actually was turning out be more fun than he though it would be. Not only was he getting to belittle him, he also had something to throw in his face. ‘Kakarot isn’t having sex with his wife because that prude can’t handle it.” What the hell? Where had that come from? He didn’t care why Goku wasn’t getting any or if he was any good at it at all, so why was even thinking about it?

“Kiss my ass, Vegeta!” Now he was mad. All he came here to do was spar with Vegeta and maybe grab a snack and say hi to Bulma, but now he was not about to argue about his sex life with the princely prick today.

“Don’t get mad at me because your wife won’t spread her legs for you. I’ve got a woman to fuck, so I’m not worried. I can go to her any time I want it, you see, that’s the deal we made. And, she isn’t even my girlfriend. Your wife is supposed to put out for you and if you think its normal that she does not, then your will never have sex again. How you two conceived Gohan is-----

Pain erupted in his jaw as Goku phased forward and punched him. He felt his head snap back and smirked. Rubbing his jaw he laughed. “Am I right Kakarot?”

“You’re such an asshole! I don’t know how Bulma puts up with you at all, she must be a slut to even consider sleeping with a mean bastard like you.”

“Is that so Goku?”

Bulma stood in the doorway, watching the two and put her head down.

Goku couldn’t find the words to say when he saw her, he just turned away in shame.

“It’s not that…I’m a slut. I’m a grown ass woman and can do what or who ever I want. Vegeta is my choice not yours, so its none of your business that I screw him. So what if Chichi never lets you have her, at least I’m getting any. Vegeta is right, don’t get mad because you have blue balls and he doesn’t!”

Goku sneered, not caring about being nice anymore. “Bulma, I bet I could have you if I felt so inclined.” Bulma’s eyes widened but she said nothing further to deny it. Vegeta glared at her expectantly, and she smirked and pointed at Goku’s chest.

“I don’t know where you get off but….you would have to get me to be attracted to you first and that’s hardly going to happen.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

Goku moved closer to her and stared down into her eyes. Bulma began to fidget nervously, and tried to find somewhere else to look but failed miserably, averting her eyes back to his. Vegeta sat down and starts his lunch, completely ignoring the two. He didn’t care what they did, just so long as they left him out of it.

“So if I touch you right now, you won’t get excited?” Bulmas eyes narrowed in anger. “Of course not! You are so full of yourself, you’re not that good looking you know.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“So get away from me. Don’t touch me and get out of my house!”

“You like strong men, and Chichi doesn’t want me because I’m rough she says. Vegeta looks like the type that would be rough on you and I’m far stronger than he is. I could give you a good go in bed. You know, if I even wanted you.”

SMACK!

Bulma held her hand, trying not to show how much it hurt to smack him. Goku grinned smugly and raised his hand. “You wouldn’t like it if I slapped you.”

Now Vegeta’s attention was on them, waiting to see what Kakarot would be. He would not jump in for the woman, this was her fight, let her deal with it. He didn’t care if she got the shit slapped out of her, it was her fault for opening her big mouth. Kakarot was mad now, and it made Vegeta eager to see what the tall Super Saiyan would do. Surely he was correct in assuming that Bulma liked it rough, she loved it. Still, Vegeta could never go all out with her. There was no woman on earth that could take him or Kakarot, and Bulma was no exception. Kakarot would tear her to pieces, if he let go. He needed someone that could take it as hard as he could give it, someone that was not weak like a human, the perfect match in quality. And he was a far better match than she was.

Now that he really looked, Kakarot was not at all bad looking. He was sure that with little effort at all, he could very well have Bulma. Not that he would want her, when there was a real challenge sitting behind him. He sat back and watched with mild amusement as Bulma struggled to not quiver in front of his rival. She was strong, but not that strong.

“You wouldn’t dare hit me, Goku!”

“Really? What would happen if I did?” She bared her teeth and backed up a little, not wanting him to get the best of her. He had the upper hand for sure but she wouldn’t back down, not when a smug fucker was sitting a few feet away from them, enjoying watching her squirm.

Goku put his arm down. “I don’t hit people, and definitely not women, but you should watch yourself Bulma, I’ll wipe that stuck up look right off your face!”

“Argh, go to hell, Goku!” “Oh, I’ve never been there before, and I never will. Do you have any other places in mind for me to go?” She wanted so badly to slap him again but she was still recovering from the last one, cradling her aching palm. She whipped around to face Vegeta, who regarded her with a snicker. She growled and spun on her heel to leave the room.

“I didn’t know you had it in you Kakarot. I think you even may join me for lunch.” Goku grinned his famous Son grin and sat next to Vegeta. “Across, I don’t want you so close to me. That I allowed you to do so at all is a privilege you are in no position to take advantage of.”

Goku shrugged and moved to sit across the large rectangle table and it seemed like he as miles away. “You two are perfect for each other, both fiery and loud.” “I am not loud!” Vegeta argued, shoving a plate at him. Goku caught it and helped himself to a slice of the turkey to make himself some sandwiches.

“Don’t get any ideas, simply because I am sharing a meal with you, doesn’t mean I won’t kill you when the time comes. I just can stand your presence so long, so don’t go thinking we are friends or something silly like that.”

They ate their meal in silence and every once in a while Goku would feel Vegeta staring at him for long periods of time as if contemplating something. Maybe he was looking for a conversation starter.

“This turkey is---

“Shut up. I said you could eat with me not talk to me.”

‘Man, he’s such a bastard! I’m trying to be nice but he won’t even let me, I guess that’s what I should expect from the Prince of all Assholes.’

Vegeta bite into a sandwich and raised his eyes up to the other end of the table. The idiot was eating like he was never going to eat again and if he knew that even after this meal, the tall baka would ask for more. It was actually kind of cute.

‘What?! ‘Cute?’ Something is wrong with me today, maybe its that woman’s flower water, fogging my senses and leading me to believe that Kakarot is…’

He shuddered wordlessly and focused his attention on his food, pushing his thoughts to more comfortable realms of thinking. He was getting too damn soft on this terrible ball and damned if he was going to let anyone know that. “I hate that fool.” He mumbled darkly into his sandwich, clenching his hands around the bread, crushing the poor sandwich and making the turkey fall out onto the plate.

“Uh, Vegeta are you alright? You don’t look so good.”

Vegeta grit his teeth and slammed his food down and got up. “Be gone by the time I walk back in here, Kakarot, and don’t come back.”

“What did I do? I was just sitting here, eating. I didn’t talk, just like you wanted and I stayed away, why do I have to leave?”

“Because I said so.” “This isn’t your house.” “Yes but I am fucking the woman, so I have a say as well.” Goku pushed his plate away and walked over to the Prince. “You know what? I am getting sick and tired of you treating me like I’m not even a fucking person. If we didn’t need you for the fight with the Androids, then we could have it out right here and now!”

“Well, what’s stopping you? I don’t have to fight those machines, and it isn’t as if I’m afraid of you, mighty Super Saiyan. Of course, I would not turn down that challenge, if that is what you’re presenting.”

“You’re an asshole!”

“I know.” He answered with a leer.

The taller Saiyan left the kitchen and probably went home to hear his half-demon wife bitch and yell about how the sun rose the wrong way this morning; he didn’t care where he went.

Stalking out to the GR, he stopped and swung his gaze to someone watching him. A short woman that was probably one of Bulma’s employees was burning him down with her eyes and he smirked when she realized she had his attention and smile.

“See something you like?” She nodded vigorously and he smirked wider.

“Well, you can spend the rest of your day dreaming about me, because if I catch you watching me again, it will be the last thing you ever see!” She squeaked and ran off somewhere, probably to go cry her ugly little eyes out.

Whatever.

Going back to what he was doing before the third class twit had interrupted him, he turned on the gravity and proceeded to finish his training with what little time he had left before he would retire for the day.

END OF CHAPTER ONE.

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