How to Pleasure a Saiyajin

‘*I’ve never written a one shot before. Might as well…give it a shot!*’

Disclaimer: I do not own dragonballz or any of the characters. Akira Toriyama is the sole creator and I am merely writing a non-profit fanfiction for fun.

How to Pleasure a Saiyajin

When Vegeta comes it is like watching a caged and timid animal suddenly released into freedom, finally seeing the sun for the first time in days. I don’t know how I, a mere weak human girl managed it, but with my steady fingers and clever touches I have discovered the perfect spots to strike upon the saiyajin to make his face come to life with utmost pleasure.

Vegeta is a silent creature for the most part when we have sex. I’ve always wondered why he keeps his pleasurable pants to a minimum and his soft moans turned down to mild hums. I must say, he is quite different than Yamcha in bed, a man who would practically wail with each thrust. I am not disappointed with Vegeta’s quiet nature. Quite the contrary, his controlled actions and noises seem to make my every nerve tingle. I have learned his unique sounds and can now understand what each pant, moan, or hum means. It sometimes feels like a secret game to me. The pitch of his smooth voice, the vibrating tones of his strange purrs, and his deep breathing are all special little give-aways to how he is feeling during our lovemaking.

I have many theories as to why the saiyajin prince keeps the noise down. I would never voice them to him. Vegeta is a lonely, secretive being. His thoughts are his own and I respect the fact that he has a painful past that must remain with him and him alone. But I am a scientist and I must always dwell on my secretive lover and his mysterious past. This is yet another aspect that is like a game to me. His lovely quirks and sometimes-odd behaviors make me want him even more.

From the few things he has ever said about his life serving Frieza, he truly seemed to hate life. The horrid tyrant kept him on a tight leash, his red eyes watching everything Vegeta did. But that is about it. These small indications and short stories usually end abruptly, leaving me to my imagination…which is fine really. I love solving puzzles, and this powerful, beautiful creature that pumps into me so fervently is a most wondrous puzzle for me to solve.

My number one theory for Vegeta’s quiet take on sex is due to the watchful, cruel gaze of Frieza. What better way to control a hormone-crazed, young saiyajin than to make sure he had no physical relationship with anyone? But I know my saiyajin. Vegeta may not be a genius at my level, but the man certainly has some smarts to him. I can envision the young prince trailing through the halls of Frieza’s base or ship, some giddy girl attached to his hand as they sneak into some darkened area, quickly stripping and getting it on, their teeth biting their tongues as they refuse to make a sound…then coming to a powerful climax, their breaths catching in their chests, their backs arching with barely suppressed ecstasy, and then quickly arranging their attire properly into place and then parting ways.

Why I imagine these things, I don’t know. The thought of Vegeta screwing some slutty girl on Frieza’s base should infuriate me…but instead causes a flutter of excitement deep within me. I have various ideas and little plots I play out in my head. I sometimes see the young prince slowly crawling across his bed in his own private chambers, his tail curling and swaying sensually as he leans over another faceless girl. He nips at her ears and trails his tongue down her chest, his unusually sharp teeth sliding down the front of her shirt, catching the material and pulling it away from her body. His tongue slides across her chest and trails along her curved breasts. A cool breeze always seems to glide through his darkened, desolate room, the icy touch of it hardening the girl’s nipples, which always seems to catch his attention. His tongue darts there, to that sensitive area and the girl always gasps then.

Vegeta has a very talented tongue. His bursts of energy and gracefully, fluid movements always make the girls in my giddy little fantasies squirm in pleasure. And then they have sex. And Vegeta is silent. His breath is labored and sometimes the harshness of his panting forces out a bit of a moan or hum, but he never lets his control shake loose. Where he is trained in battle, he is also educated in pleasurable lovemaking. He always climaxes in my dreams…and it always ends with the noise I love to hear. Then he pulls away, and it was always me he was making love to.

I’m sure he would find it rather strange if he knew that I fantasized like this. Who wouldn’t? Someone creating little sexual stories about your past and how you fucked people in silence isn’t exactly the most normal thing you’d want to hear. But Vegeta is too mysterious for his own good. With my brilliant mind I just can’t help myself.

So here we are, the saiyajin prince and a rich human female, panting and stroking each other as our heated bodies connect. It is rare when Vegeta allows me to take control, to dance my thin fingers across his hot skin, to place my tongue upon his body, and basically play with him until he comes. The prince is an arrogant creature and likes to control the pace of things in life. But every once in a while, he likes to take a break and just lay back and watch and feel.

I cannot help but let my eyes wander across his body as straddle him. The lights are very dim, but I can see his glistening chest as sweat rolls off his tanned flesh. His head is rested against the pillow, his slanted eyes glazed over as they stare at the ceiling. Vegeta doesn’t even realize how beautiful he is as his lips remain parted, his breath coming in slow and steady as I run my hands up and down his thighs. In the darkness, his wild, flame shaped hair seems to be swallowed in the shadows that rest at his head. His arms are spread out across the bed and his fingers open and close gently, his body giving a slight twitch or jerk when I run a finger over a particularly sensitive spot.

I often find myself amazed at this person who lays in front me, exposed to the confines of this Capsule Corp. room. Looking at Vegeta during any moment of day is nothing like seeing him like this. Traipsing about the compound, sulking and moody is the usual man that we see. Skin scarred in certain areas, eyes brooding and angry, and expression blank and cold is the saiyajin prince that everyone sees. Oh, but then he powers up and flies off to battle. A short, bitter creature at most times, but when it comes time to battle, the true beauty comes to life. The amount of power this saiyajin holds in mind-boggling, if not almost unbelievable. Born and bred for power and battle, Vegeta could crush a mountain with one punch. Alight in golden flames, the saiyajin prince is the symbol of pride and power, his green eyes burning with adrenaline and pure strength. My super-saiyajin, Vegeta.

And as I look at him, I find myself almost on the verge of tears sometimes as I realize how much I truly love him…and how much he trusts me. I have grown so close to him over the years that I find it hard to believe that he was once the short, cocky, evil little bastard that showed up to earth and almost killed us all. Here I am, weak little Bulma…sitting on top of him, pleasuring him happily, when he could easily blow up this whole planet with one energy blast. I forget that he is an alien, a being that is not even from this galaxy; a different build and blood altogether. When I am reminded of this, life feels so unreal for a moment. That should strike me as weird, but I can only gape in amazement at his gorgeous form and lovely abilities that make him so special. Other people would think I’m crazy. Other people would find it sick even that I am with someone who is not human. But I don’t see Vegeta that way. I see Vegeta…as Vegeta, a royal saiyajin who needed a place to stay. And now he has made a permanent home here, at Capsule Corporation.

My secret little missions when it is my turn to pleasure my prince, is to elicit that splendid, arousing little noise from Vegeta when he hits his climax. It’s funny, I know, but in all this quietness, all these small moans of hidden pleasure, I am determined to see my man in ecstasy after all my hard work. Some people would see Vegeta’s reactions to sex as dull and weak. They would probably believe him to be bored perhaps, or nervous by his quiet nature, but like I said before, I know my man and I know his sounds and expressions. To see his face set in that heavenly blissful grimace followed with THAT soft sound, which I love so much, means the world to me. It is my mission to ensure that Vegeta comes with all his strength.

When pleasuring a saiyajin, one must know that they are not the same as humans. For one, saiyajin have tails. Now, even though all the saiyajins on planet earth no longer have tails, they still have the nerves at the base where the tail once was. As I discovered years ago…this is a very delicate and sensitive area. Take full advantage of that. Now, you don’t want to apply too much pressure or else it will hurt them. Remember, the saiyajins USED to have tails, meaning they were surgically removed, pulled off, or cut off (if you’re Vegeta). These are considered injuries, and if I’m right about this, Vegeta’s tail probably tried to heal itself on its own. Tickle, rub softly, lick, or kiss, a tail scar…but don’t, for the love of Dende, jab your fingers into a saiyajin’s tail spot. If you do it correctly, the outcome is very rewarding. Watch.

I’ve been running my fingers along Vegeta’s ball sack, rubbing and squeezing for a few minutes. He very much likes this. Surprisingly, Vegeta has always enjoyed a finger or two sliding along his ass crack, as well. Who knew? Anyway, I’m running my hand along his butt cheeks, giving a squeeze to the firm muscles, while I bring my other hand to his erect cock. I find that giving a teasing clench to Vegeta’s upright dick while rubbing his tail spot sends him into a state of ecstasy. But I must be careful because if I squeeze too hard, he’ll come quickly…and it will be ruined. It is a funny outcome actually. I did it once and Vegeta burst so quickly he surprised himself, looking at me with wide eyes as I wiped his semen from my hands and chest. We both had a laugh, but I missed out on the angelic expression and innocent noise that I so love.

My left hand runs smoothly up his shaft a few times, my fingers tickling along the head of his penis. I can feel him arching his back minutely, trying to be discreet about it. He can be so cute sometimes. I draw my hand away from his swollen member and I see his body sag back down into the mattress in disappointment. He’s still looking up at the ceiling, but I can see his face pouting childishly. I bow my head as I hide a smile before sliding my right hand further, past his ass and up his back. I can see his eyebrows lower in concentration, before I smoothly press my index and middle fingers against the light brown scar where his tail used to be. I hear him gasp lightly as I swirl my fingers around the spot and then bring my left hand up again.

My prodding fingers startle him as they press against his tail mark and my left hand working on his dick seems too much that I fear for a moment he will come. But instead his eyes close and he slowly jerks his body upward, trying to convince my hand to pump faster. I smile again and place only my fingertips against his shaft, gently rubbing up and down. I can hear his breath picking up as my right hand moves faster against the sensitive flesh at the base of his spine. He brings his hands to his head as his back arches upward more, his throbbing penis bumping against the palm of my hand. Such an anxious bugger, I think.

But I can see he is getting desperate now for release. I guess I can help him with that. I wrap my left hand fully around his engorged flesh now, but do not move it. He stills and waits in shaking agitation for my next action.

Saiyajins are physically sensitive beings. I never would have guessed it with Vegeta after hearing about all his battles and horrible injuries. The alien seemed to be immortal when it came to serious wounds. But the slightest touch seems to set him off. A brush of the hand, a flick of the tongue, or flutter of lips against his flesh makes Vegeta practically gather me in his arms and hurtle upstairs to the bedroom…or nearest available surface.

So, when I lick my lips and lower my mouth, I fear for a moment, again, that this will make him come sooner than I’d like. But Vegeta is having some very good self-control tonight. I think he’s trying to hold onto every pleasurable moment for the perfect climax.

My soft lips enclose around the head of his penis and he jerks back, flinging his head against the pillows below him. His hands grip the bed sheets and I hear the faintest choked moan vibrating in his throat. The sound causes my body to throb and I still for a moment at the sound. He is so good at keeping himself caged in…but I will free him.

My right hand is still running smoothly against his twitching tail scar as I bob up and down on his red cock. I give his left testicle a gentle squeeze and then his right before bringing my left hand up, trailing my fingers across his slick flesh. My fingers encircle one nipple, pinching it tightly a few times, before moving to his other. He jerks and writhes beneath me, his teeth biting into his lower lip as he holds back a moan and sweats. My fingers swirl back forth on his right pectoral, before I lightly pinch his hard nipple between two fingers and lift upward gently. A shaky gasp followed by a pleasured grunt escape him. Almost there.

With my left hand to work on his dark nipples, my mouth and tongue swirling along his dick, and my right hand prodding his scar, Vegeta seems about ready to lose himself. But I must make sure it is perfect, because he is perfect. I lower my left hand back down to his excitement and squeeze the base of his dick. I lift my head up and down before devouring his entire length, the head of his penis hitting the back of my throat. My tongue slides along the bottom of his arousal before I lift my head back up and suck at the tip. The whole time I make sure my left hand slides along his balls and spirals along the base of his cock, the pressure of it adding to the building blood that pumps within him.

Vegeta’s head is thrown so far back, I can’t see his face, but I can see his chest heaving. His breath is coming in pretty fast now and his voice is coming to life. I keep my blue eyes rested on his upper body, making sure not miss his reaction when he finally comes.

Keeping my mouth working and left hand steadily pumping, I place the middle finger of my right hand against his tail spot forcefully, but not enough to cause severe pain. Stretching my hand as wide as it can go; I slide my thumb along his ass crack and press it inside of him, as deep as it can go. He lets out a choked gasp and writhes as I spread my tongue flat and allow my heated mouth to totally surround him. I make sure to keep my left hand tightly clamped around as his dick as I give it some forceful tugs. My right thumb jerks up and down as I shove it deeper inside of ass, while my middle finger slides away from his scar.

Vegeta’s fingers disappear into the mattress as he leans upward and presses the back of his skull against the headboard. My eyes stay steadily on him and I feel his dick pump within my mouth. He twitches and his expression changes into a grimace that many would confuse as agony or suffering. But it is the look I’ve been waiting for. He is my angel.

Vegeta’s teeth clench as if he’s fighting off tears. His eyebrows clench together and his head tilts back and to the side as if he’s ashamed of letting someone see him like this. A sudden red blush fills his cheeks and his grimace of pained ecstasy softens as he suddenly holds his breath. I strain my hearing as I await the lovely and unique sound that I adore. His teeth come apart and his body suddenly jerks as his seed spills into my mouth. His lips become parted, but his eyebrows remain in the almost saddened, worried tilt. His face relaxes and his abs flex as he lets out a sweet and questioning, “Hmm?”

I smile around his dick and keep my eyes trained on him as I pull away and wipe my lips. I give my right hand a few final stabs, making my prince groan in ecstasy even more. His head is still thrown back, but he rests on his elbows, his eyes closing as he faces the ceiling. His mouth is still open as he stills his breathing, but that soft noise and heavenly innocent expression are still with me.

Vegeta has always had powerful orgasms. I can feel his body tense as he concentrates on controlling it. With his enormous strength I can only imagine what would happen if he lost control while climaxing. I feel such affection for him when he does come. I know he wants to let loose and roar with all the power within him, but he cares for my safety. He cares for me. So, I am rewarded with his tiny noise of happiness, his innocent, wondering little “Hmm?”

It’s as if he is asking what I am doing to him. How can I get him to feel this way? Why do you care so much for me, Bulma? After everything he has said and done in his life, why am I so kind to him? Why am I so in love with him? That sweet, shy little moan that he tries so hard to hold back makes me feel so much. The expression that crosses his features when he comes is so lively, so free. Vegeta is such a stoic and cold character on a daily basis, it’s as if the small, quiet bedroom that we make love in is where he can release himself and be free. With me…he can be free.

So, it is when I pleasure him, make love to his powerful, beautiful body that we are truly connected. He allows me to learn more about him and the saiyajins when we spend time in the bed. As I explore his body and discover new and better ways to please him, I am freeing him, as well.

I am a scientist and he is a warrior. I am a human, he is a saiyajin. Yet it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter to me and I’m pretty damn sure it doesn’t matter to him. These little bedroom sessions sure do educate me on the saiyajin race, though. From what I learn when I have sex with Vegeta will certainly make a good scientific novel someday. Should I ever write such an informational book…I think I shall title it, "How to Pleasure a Saiyajin." By Bulma Briefs.